As within so without
My harmony exists throughout
I am one with both these worlds
Within the two my spirit twirls
I walked towards the snow covered showers of time,
I dragged and peddled straight through
And ruined the veil of white
A notion of fun exuberated through my mind
Gusts of windy encounters
Setting up my snow find
Treading my way into the dust
Folded onto the rust
Bewildered by the sights
I shed a glimpse of what was ahead of me
Trees as great closures
Engulfing the past
A voice insisted I walk through,
Shove aside the trees arch and walk
Into the jagged path with ivy glue
All of which was stuck on each tree,
Twig and hue
Tugging at my feet,
Blessing my prime with nature’s time,
I fell into a dream…
Where the snow fell to a gleam,
Shattered on the forest leafs and settled inconspicuously.
Each tree lined one by one,
Slanting as I moved off into the far land.
Light shadows were cast on the ground
Thick arches redeeming their sounds
This is a dream I’ve cast away to,
This is a dream I’ve come through.
Here to stay?
Yes…until the snow turns into puddles and rain.
– Sadie Dreameca
Gypsy Treasure Chest
We can move along the River Eden,
grasp a lofty expression
and recall potions the other Gypsies left on the stools.
But one thing is known for sure…
That if I sat by the river Eden,
i’d wake anew.
I’d watch the wild horses in the dew,
lay there waiting till noon.
My troubles will seep away,
my heart will weep with joy.
Still truths laid to bare,
settling beside the goblin.
Trinklets of scarlet trailing,
spitting into the calm before the storm.
Deep in the heart and deep from the core,
all actions beseech me once more.
And what was once clean and fresh,
leaves doors wide open for industrial mess.
– Sadie Dreameca (09/11/2009)
This is a section of one of my big paintings i completed in 2007.
Beneath the trees
In the woodland realm
Lies a human
Tossed to the ground
Maroon locks cover her tender breasts
And hangs like the ivy in late spring,
Her fingers filter swirls beneath her pale skin.
Nothing fazes her already troubled eyes
Nothing leaves her feeling fine.
She’s trickling warm wet crimson tears,
Endlessly flowing into her backdoor sins.
Willing and able
She makes the last call.
This time to Gaia to end her eternal fall
– Sadie Dreameca (2009)
Valhalla sets the rule.
To be amongst the beauty and strength,
To gasp upon without regret
An ultimate privilege to lay with them all,
To fight against the worriers
To stand beside their rule.
Whispers travel though the air,
A name travels in a spiral stair.
lighting the way.
Valhalla is calling,
Remember her name.
– Sadie Dreameca (Poem, 2011, Thailand)