The Mag #106 Can On The Moon

Can on The Moon Series by Andy JANE JONES Warhol and R.E.M.

Lyrics borrowed by commericial tm

Campbell Soup and the game of Life (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Andy Warhol in the wrestling match (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Monopoly, Twenty-one, Checkers, and Chess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Warhol in a cereal mess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See you heaven if you make the list (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Andy are you proofing on Elvis? Hey, baby
Are we losing touch
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Newton got beaned by the apple good (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey, Andy are you proofing on Elvis? Hey, baby.
Are you having fun
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a little ghost for the offering (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mister Andy Warhol's gone wrestling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now Andy did you hear about this one
Tell me, are you locked in the punch
Hey Andy are you proofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch
If you believed they put a can on the moon, can on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol

lyrics slightly "altared" by R.E.M.

http://www.lyrics007.com/R.E.M.%20Lyrics/Man%20On%20The%20Moon%20Lyrics.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hKSYgOGtos

Revealing The Light: As I Began to Love Myself

Revealing The Light: As I Began to Love Myself: Attributed to Charlie Chaplin As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody as I try to force my desires on ...

Mag #105 **RING **RING It's For You QUESTIONS AND ODD ANSWERS

RING RING IT'S FOR YOU

WHO SAID THAT?
THERE'S NOBODY HERE!

CAN YOU PLEASE ANSWER THAT NON-STOP RINGING IN MY EARS?
I DON'T WANT TO, YOU GET IT!

ARE YOU ALWAYS GOING TO LET ME GET SO TICKED OFF BY LETTING IT RING OFF THE HOOK FOREVER?
IT IS ALWAYS TELEMARKETERS ANYWAY!

DON'T YOU HAVE CALL-DISPLAY?
I DON'T WANT TO BE REMINDED VISUALLY OF VERBAL ABUSE!

DID YOU FINALLY GET ON THE NO-CALL LIST?
YOU THINK I HAD TIME TO DO THAT WITH MY SCHEDULE!

YOU STILL HAVE A LAND-LINE?
IN CASE THE ELECTRICITY GOES OFF; YEAH!

IS THIS THE LAST TELEPHONE BOOTH IN THE UNIVERSE?
I THOUGHT IT DR WHO WANTING HIS TARDIS BACK!

HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO PLACE A CALL TO MARS?
I THINK IT STILL ONLY COSTS A DIME BUT I'M IN A HITCHHIKER ON A BIKE TIME WARP!

WHO AM I SPEAKING TO... LET ME REPHRASE THIS; OF TO WHOM AM I SPEAKING?
NO DOUBT AN ECHO FROM YOUR DISTANT PAST ON THE FAR SIDE! A LITTLE GREEN MAN!

PLEASE SAY GOODNIGHT MY FAVOURITE MARTIAN?
NO, YOU HANG UP FIRST THEN I'LL SAY GOODNIGHT!

GOODNIGHT?
GOODNIGHT!

THANKS TESS KINCAID OF THE MAG FOR YOUR MOST AMAZING PHOTO PROMPT THIS WEEK~ PLEASE VISIT THE GREAT UNKNOWN HERE;
http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2012/02/mag-105.html

Mag #104 "the Birth of Venus"

Christoph Gilbert Photographer

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The Birth of Venus

Her Birth

Delivered Us

Her life

enabled us

to love again

~~

We too, envisioned Her

As She so Blue

Waiting For Love to Conquer

She Became Us

and

we became her

~~

Emerging from the Deep Sleep of the Sea

to come to know her

better to help her

Dear

Venus

give

Birth to Herself

~~

Venus

by the

Sea

by the watery place

which had defined us

~~

Her Physical form

perfected

had left us

untouched

by other lovers

in her wake

Her

Aura had left

Deep imprints of Indigo blue

Our Lady of the Night Sweats

~~

Unphazed

tinged with Mars sanguine

Venus

United In Turgid Spirituality

we children knew

that Venus Knew US

A Force of ONE

swirl of Colours Spin

of Liquid Spun

Rainbow Arched Expanse

Her Ascendant

Rising

Higher than His High

almost too high

as we pitiful fools

seek her comfort

Upon our shameful lowdown

we are still high

~~

On Our Sorrowful Brows

her sweet sweat

brought nectar sweet

boughs to bend down

her heady intoxicating effects

unnoticed by those still in repose

asleep in her belly

astral bodies surrounding

vivid her flash pot flesh

she still favours flavours

~~

Mount Venus

Mare Tranquillus

since

we

shine

brighter than morning

sweetheart please star shine on me

leave tears of joy in my eyes

joy within our orbs we meet

as she regenerates us

our atrophy selves

leave us to awake

a ripple

leaves

her maiden hair

to ruffle our tailfeathers

her presence

her essence

her emphasis

emphatic symbol

~~

Cosmic Skin

our meat suit hung

Awakening

to

New Worlds

Dawn Early Light

Embodies

Clothe

the Naked Venus

in

memory of

Love

in the

Morning

~~~

As Love Sweet Sweat

loves to Lingers

hugs each contour of our

materialessness

our lightbody nonbody

not wanting to awake

she softly tiptoes across

heaven's firmament

too comfortable in her skin

to look back or lean forward

she embeds her passion

our spiral galaxy undulates around her

her serpentine

positions

undulating ventricals

expose our heartbeat

to let loose the tightly woven spiral of Jason's curls

Left so aloft

This Long after this eternity Ends

She rises

We arose

to welcome her

occasional appearance

~~~

Love

flows

motionlessly

on her seas

bobbing up and down

in measured rhythm

Her

latent

power

atrophied

energy

unspent

now

bursts forth

reclaiming

her

feminine ways

whiling away the hours

``

she

who

birthed the sun

Displays her showy Array

of spent energy

Her Armada

Interlocks Arms

Blockading

Any incoming advances

of her many amours

~~

Girded with God her army

flanks the front, the rear

the north south

the east west

all that we are

we were

these interlocking

blocks

she is a brick

Armature

We Make these concessions

to make this connection

We Swim sublime as we intermingle

our fluid veritas

We Shake Within Her

make her quaver

to relinquish her will

to Our Lady

Her realm is now Ours

The Body of The People Electric

As The Divine Surrounds Her Soul

The Harbinger of Love

pierces her sorrowful heart

Harmoniously Sung

~~

Songs of Venus

Sung by a Legion of Cupids

Rings Round Her Heart

Unlocking her secrets

Within Her Venetian Walls

Her Essential Oils spark our recall

Heaven-scented Essence rare

we claim her as

Our Own Beginning

~~

For there, within her

We find

Our Sacred Selves

~~~

Chiccoreal

Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag (2012) for the inspirational Valentine's Day prompt.

Make a card here:

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Happy Valentine's Day Bloggers

Mag #103 "I, Once A Refusenik"

a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow

"I, Once A Refusenik"

You can have this bloody ruby

after you pry it from my

cold dead hands

unaware of my body

my arms stiffened with rigor mortis

somewhat riddled by stray bullets

A spy at the Politburo

Phil Meghan

noticed my concrete holes

and covered them up

not really a coverup

I, Once A Refusenik

tight weave of crystalline form

always appreciated

now just needed by those in the know

by the dead heap of the night

the nameless come

unearthed the masses

underneath me

surrounding me

they desire the very thing

I hold

all of them

needing me?

no, wanting me!

so now, go ahead,

you newly dead

just take it!

Chiccoreal

Thanks Tess Kincaid of The Mag for the inspiring image with the Russian allure. Please transit here for a glimpse behind the scenes;

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