Slam Drama
June 30, 2010


1. seems I have lived in dumpsters

with you while other peoples shit rolled off our backs

like water for the living

not past our prime yet


2. all day long then

we sang our songs of the living death

laughing tears,

banishing one another

to the darkness of each others soul


3. after I tasted sour mash whiskey

that reminded me of the taste of your kiss

that happened once to me

while I was slashing my writes

because of something you said.


4. after you admitted to the lie that I lived for

after I died for you

as the moon collided with the sun

coming back for me not again

I am still dead.


5. after you sang a song to me

from the ancient tome of the demon.

demon songs repeat endlessly

reminding me of our sacrifice.


6. after we danced

dance

danced and are still dancing

around the subject

the camillas trampled underfoot

still betray the meaning.

You speak of communion and catharthis

like you know what they mean.

Practicing religion like a madman

does not make you pure.

Only women bleed.


7. after the war zone

was rezoned for the living

you denied that time was the master of destiny.

I cried for them

~the unknowing~

still trapped in your magic dance.


8. after I again bring to you my confession

I will lie

I will lie and you won't know

because you have already

relinquished the right

to see that my pain is not distress

I laugh in your face

because I

and only I

chose to embrace you

in all your filth and derision.


9. after I lost friends

lost you

near the highway that you told me to avoid

I crawl along the pavement

searching for the wasted days and wasted nights

that held the answers

to the questions that you avoided

and made me find my own answers.

Some of them correct

some of them undeniably Wrong.

Wrong.


10. after I listened to the music

that you suggested

I found that you only knew half the story

I found my own way in my own music

Sia, Beth taught me strength

not to be confused with force

like you "forced" me to be alone

alone with you

alone with myself

dancing with myself

with you me

I am You are Me.


11. after I forgive you

I said I did

I forgave you

but I only half meant it.

Your duplicity

Your obsession with the anti-christ

trying to fool me by wearing his clothes

but I knew

I knew

I had seen him before and he was not you.

The priest told me told me

and told me again

that I should trust the Magus.

The magic man that had deciphered the clues and codes

but was hiding them from me.

Yes, the priest told me all that.

So I knew.


12. after you looked into my eyes

and yelled

you denied that you saw God.

but you know.


13. after all this time

I say I don't love you anymore

but I do.

I can't help it

It is my curse.

oh jesus

you hang so near

and yet so far away

it is my curse.


14. after I lie to you

do you believe I still love you?


15. after we decipher

this missive of grand design

that the daughters of Zion

forced upon us

because they knew

they knew who we are.

we will then be whole

together or apart

no matter.


16. after superstrings and quantum foam

tie us up and lubricate us

burning our retinas

so that maybe we will not have to look

not have to see

the damage that we have already done 

volcanoes

earthquakes

oil spills

the list goes on.

to ~the creator~

I realized you were unaware of my presence

of my devotion/adoration

of my disappointment

of my predicament.

Two worlds collided for an instant

that morphed into a lifetime.


17. after I sing with my friends

my few perfect friends

the nouvelle vague

I dance with my friends

in the morning

hearing and seeing

a new world

before our eyes

that reflects the perfect vision

broken

busted

bottled

our lips denied the drink.


18. after we/I have gathered

the ten thousand

of the chosen

who know

who feel the burn

the sting of the perfect love

the path of the visionary will open

and you will have to stand back

and let us pass over you

into your eyes your lips your soul.


19. after We resurrect Your love

you will appreciate

the open window

the breeze gathering your hair

up into the ascension,

the rapture ringing from every bell tower.

my story will be complete.


20. after I am recognized

as the bride of christ

sacred

yes scared

and scarred.

bent

broken

bottled

my blood for sale on the open market

only then will you admit

that you gazed into my eyes

and gave me life.


21. After I spun you around down down...

falling slowly

free falling

I found the capsule you left behind

you left behind a legacy

for the free world

and the words said

"Remain in the tube."

In a roundabout way

the game commences

The checkmate of the ages is at hand

The ages of sunlight

The ages of moonshine

Are alight

Are all right In this king’s queen.

Running faster every day

Unlocking open doors

Stacking the cards

Hiding the evidence.

I'm alive again.


© Donna Surles 06.11.10

On Viewing a Cosmic Thread

   As I journey I study with magical artists.  Each of them gives me a piece of the dream that holds my work together.  In return I give them a true vision of the dream.  My direct focus is on the Communications influence on what we know as civilization and the directions those influences are preparing us to journey.  We are a small part of the entire structure, but the impact that we as individuals have on it is astounding.

    I studied Fine Arts at Seminole Community College in the 80’s.  It was there that I was inspired by two professors to devote my life to the study and application of the Arts.  Grady Kimsey showed me grand style and Bobby McGee illustrated history in a refreshing way.  Discovering Salvador Dali was the most important phase of my career.  I appreciated his Surrealism, but I was astonished by the Nuclear Mystical Period in his later years.  His theory contains Truth and Truth is Beautiful.  I knew that was the direction that I wanted to pursue.

    In the 90’s I honed my craft at Penn State, had a few solo shows and finished my education.  Then I came back to where I started.  My never-ending journey through visions of the dream brings me here to weave the universal knowledge on a canvas of space and time.

    As a writer…communicator…artist, I see in my past the paths that have led me here, and I will illustrate, with words and images in a constant state of change, the force of life.  My personal philosophy of religion, science, and space and time, is the view of a common (cosmic) thread in the theories, manifestos, and ideologies of the sacred and the profane.

    The materials that I use are as varied as my subjects.  I paint with acrylics, sometimes in the dark, using vivid colors on my canvas.  I also paint with pastels, using my fingers as I would a dry brush, continually discovering new combinations of colors.   I am continuing my research on the possible, but unlikely, uses of positive and negative space.  It's all in the spaces between.

   Thank you for subjecting yourself to this collection.  "The invention of the game caused concern among the players, as this was the first time that live targets were used."  Please join us for supper.  I learn, I teach and I reflect the passions of my identities.


Donna Surles