This is my sanctuary. A place to speak of life (my art) - to share and shout - express without apology, approval or consideration for anything but moving energy, thought and emotion. Just words and imagery, metaphorically, symbolically, conceptually - my ideas, my ideology. Ranting and gushing, pouring out of repression. Some kind of real. Some kind of vague intention...

To scream and dream, create, imagine more. To explore. Something better and brighter, and over again. Way out beyond ego. In and through and out the other side of pain. To know it and believe. To fill it with love. To make it breathe. To dialogue with doubt. And confront the inner critic (enlisted to shut it down and shut it out). To stir it up - to tickle it! To tease the truth and summon spirits. With chaotic lunar wordspells that work magic at melting myths and treating tricks... To crack this shell of conformity and convention along with all the things that I really "should" be by now. Break through, grab it, shake it and smash it to the floor. Because that's what some of us were put here for...


My name is Anna Marie Gayle.

 

Running couldn’t decide
So she crossed over
Could hear water
Cascading
Going round and then down
"What if I won’t know where to go, or when to stop?"
He stops me
He gives me something 
He rushes me on.
She takes me then
Riding fast
Flashes of her as a small child
A shy girl 
Racing across fields
To the circle
Mothers Crones and Sisters await
And gifts are given in abundance.
I sit with her
With the women
Old and young and beautiful
Walking and then running
The past melting
Disappearing
Burning behind 
And falling
Forever stretching ahead.
"There’s no going back"
Says the dirty black rat
Where I land here
In the soil
With the snakes hissing
Scary snapping with monster sharp teeth
Protecting 
Stretching out
I open it
"I’m following, until I get somewhere…"
I’m dancing with her now
With the jewels that they gave me
We cluster and curl
As they whisper and chant 
Voices anointing and fingers casting away.
As she places it into my chest
Red and glowing
It’s dark
And I can’t see
But I feel it heart shining now.
I thought myself lost
Innocence I am
Given back
Sure of nothing
Born again
"What are you here for?"
"I’m following, until I get somewhere."
Anna Marie Gayle
-July 30th 2013

Running couldn’t decide

So she crossed over

Could hear water

Cascading

Going round and then down

"What if I won’t know where to go, or when to stop?"

He stops me

He gives me something 

He rushes me on.

She takes me then

Riding fast

Flashes of her as a small child

A shy girl 

Racing across fields

To the circle

Mothers Crones and Sisters await

And gifts are given in abundance.

I sit with her

With the women

Old and young and beautiful

Walking and then running

The past melting

Disappearing

Burning behind 

And falling

Forever stretching ahead.

"There’s no going back"

Says the dirty black rat

Where I land here

In the soil

With the snakes hissing

Scary snapping with monster sharp teeth

Protecting 

Stretching out

I open it

"I’m following, until I get somewhere…"

I’m dancing with her now

With the jewels that they gave me

We cluster and curl

As they whisper and chant 

Voices anointing and fingers casting away.

As she places it into my chest

Red and glowing

It’s dark

And I can’t see

But I feel it heart shining now.

I thought myself lost

Innocence I am

Given back

Sure of nothing

Born again

"What are you here for?"

"I’m following, until I get somewhere."

Anna Marie Gayle

-July 30th 2013

The other 
Looks strange 
And different
Beautiful kind of
Exotic
I’m not sure
But I think we all belong here. 
(AG 2012)

The other 

Looks strange 

And different

Beautiful kind of

Exotic

I’m not sure

But I think we all belong here. 

(AG 2012)

(Source: fevra)

"Mine is the art of inspiring people to turn themselves inside out, transform their suffering into art, their art into awareness and their awareness into action".
- Gabrielle Roth 

"Mine is the art of inspiring people to turn themselves inside out, transform their suffering into art, their art into awareness and their awareness into action".

- Gabrielle Roth 

Purification 
Transformation
Of the outside - looking
Congruent
With the inside - feeling
Becoming
Grown from being
Knelt down
Truth revealing 
The self
In flames
Re-creating
Re-making
Quietly
Invisibly
Undeniably
Physically
Painstakingly 
From the ashes
New life does rise.
(Anna Marie Gayle 2012)

Purification 

Transformation

Of the outside - looking

Congruent

With the inside - feeling

Becoming

Grown from being

Knelt down

Truth revealing 

The self

In flames

Re-creating

Re-making

Quietly

Invisibly

Undeniably

Physically

Painstakingly 

From the ashes

New life does rise.

(Anna Marie Gayle 2012)

‎”If words are to enter men’s minds and bear fruit, they must be the right words shaped cunningly to pass men’s defenses and explode silently and effectually within their minds.”

J.B Phillips

Learn to control the machinery as to live in day-tight compartments, as this is the most certain way to ensure safety on the voyage. Get on the bridge and see that at least the great bulkheads are in working order. Touch a button, and hear, at every level of your life, the iron doors shutting out the past - the dead yesterdays. Touch another button and shut off with a metal curtain the future - the unborn tomorrow’s. Then you are safe. Safe for today.

Sir William Osler

I throw these pieces away to the sky
I surrender these pieces
With your name written all over them
Pieces of memories and dreams
Of poems soft caresses and long promises
All sickly sweetly melting away…
They’re being pulled out
Tiny thorns that were pressed in deep
Rooted and raw and held tight way inside
Right through the middle
Way beyond opinions and what outside think they see
The places where you have been tied to me
These intricate delicate knots that got stuck
Or at least that’s how it feels
When I breathe…
I’m trying to keep this mellow though
Like a love song
From before love went wrong
And you caught me at just the right time today
On a somewhat breezy never easy afternoon of my own midwinter
A moment of sun still (Solstice) 
And of light turning
As the heavens open just a bit more
As the planets shift ever so slightly
And perspective can too
Ever so slightly
But just enough to allow me this tilted back head
This deep exhale 
And the briefness of this moment’s relief
Where my heart desires it’s own powerful beat
Well for now at least…
And so days ebb and life flies
And precious stories escape 
From the hidden chamber places
Running off to make sense of themselves
Lost in time and way out beyond reason
Until they’re ready to to come back  
To be rethought and retold
Home to me in the silence again
Taking my life apart
Putting something of more stamina
Back together
While all the time waiting for the rain…
To see it splashing off a single crimson rose
Right outside my bedroom window (yes there really is!)
I watch her lean faithfully into the great wind
Face against the empty sky
Receiving drops of gratitude and grace
Crying her tears like i do 
When your face flashes through my mind
Like it does almost every day 
Almost every time…
Such a splendid murder you did of me
Such terrible discomfort and pain 
Of a tried out heart breaking open again and again 
Old visions coming undone
Unravelling to become…
What I presented
What I thought was welcome
Was a mostly reluctant introduction 
To the need to let go and grow
Decided and set in definite motion
By your insistent fullness of force
You turned head and cheek
Your straight hard words
Your focused stubborn refusal
To stay playing small
Or to let me do the same
Not anymore…
And so here it is
Me to myself again
For as long as it takes
Me and the roses
And their delicious fragrance
The soft touch of their petals
And everything else
Just as it is right now…
Anna Gayle (2011) 

I throw these pieces away to the sky

I surrender these pieces

With your name written all over them

Pieces of memories and dreams

Of poems soft caresses and long promises

All sickly sweetly melting away…

They’re being pulled out

Tiny thorns that were pressed in deep

Rooted and raw and held tight way inside

Right through the middle

Way beyond opinions and what outside think they see

The places where you have been tied to me

These intricate delicate knots that got stuck

Or at least that’s how it feels

When I breathe…

I’m trying to keep this mellow though

Like a love song

From before love went wrong

And you caught me at just the right time today

On a somewhat breezy never easy afternoon of my own midwinter

A moment of sun still (Solstice) 

And of light turning

As the heavens open just a bit more

As the planets shift ever so slightly

And perspective can too

Ever so slightly

But just enough to allow me this tilted back head

This deep exhale 

And the briefness of this moment’s relief

Where my heart desires it’s own powerful beat

Well for now at least…

And so days ebb and life flies

And precious stories escape 

From the hidden chamber places

Running off to make sense of themselves

Lost in time and way out beyond reason

Until they’re ready to to come back  

To be rethought and retold

Home to me in the silence again

Taking my life apart

Putting something of more stamina

Back together

While all the time waiting for the rain…

To see it splashing off a single crimson rose

Right outside my bedroom window (yes there really is!)

I watch her lean faithfully into the great wind

Face against the empty sky

Receiving drops of gratitude and grace

Crying her tears like i do 

When your face flashes through my mind

Like it does almost every day 

Almost every time…

Such a splendid murder you did of me

Such terrible discomfort and pain 

Of a tried out heart breaking open again and again 

Old visions coming undone

Unravelling to become…

What I presented

What I thought was welcome

Was a mostly reluctant introduction 

To the need to let go and grow

Decided and set in definite motion

By your insistent fullness of force

You turned head and cheek

Your straight hard words

Your focused stubborn refusal

To stay playing small

Or to let me do the same

Not anymore…

And so here it is

Me to myself again

For as long as it takes

Me and the roses

And their delicious fragrance

The soft touch of their petals

And everything else

Just as it is right now…

Anna Gayle (2011) 

Sister got soul
Sister got funk
Sister got passion
Sister got style
Sister been burnt
Sister done learnt
Sister been low
Sister feels wild
Sister knows fear
Sister knows rage
Sister knows tears
Sister been lost
Sister keep writing
Sister keep dancing 
Sister be patient
Sister please trust. 
(AG 2011)

Sister got soul

Sister got funk

Sister got passion

Sister got style

Sister been burnt

Sister done learnt

Sister been low

Sister feels wild

Sister knows fear

Sister knows rage

Sister knows tears

Sister been lost

Sister keep writing

Sister keep dancing 

Sister be patient

Sister please trust. 

(AG 2011)

(Source: pmataafa)

There’s nothing wrong with solitude - for now this is a solo journey.

There’s nothing wrong with solitude - for now this is a solo journey.