Bell - Sino

Cooking Open Brain Shells Spell

(For "Doctors" That Can't Take a -No- For An Answer From Their Lucid/Artistic/Creative/Loving Patients)

~As I walk by the beach that once was covered in crude oil and I pick up the shells full of meat to cook and eat as I have done so many times as a child, I think of what my guides have in store for me... I wonder what they are up to, today.~

I find them one by one and I'm not counting because I remember how many times I dreamed of doing that with my children, Beatriz and Lukas... I once felt so proud of my simple and magic world... I could find food inside hard shells and that was always fascinating to me...

When I get back to my improvised office, I find out that ~I brought with me exactly 20 of them...

I brought an empty shell too and I placed it on my guide's alter...

My Guide Thanked Me And We Felt Glad For What We've Found...~

Then, I got a phone call from someone that I know for many years and she insists in ignoring my claims about everything that has happened to me and my family for many years now...

It makes me so sick, all I want is to puke with disgust and anger...

So, guided by my loving fairies, I cooked the brains of the "Dr.'s" obsessed with their own ideas that I do not have guides, much less that I am allowed to talk to them and hear what they have to say...

Ironically, a profession based on the ability to listen to your patients and understand their needs on a profound level, these so called "doctors" are totally incapable of doing exactly that. All the while that they continue to use yours and mine art/creativity/spells/sensibility/stories and trades to feed their sick ego's...

~I ate their brain's matter and it had no seasoning. 

At such point of my degustation, I heard my cousin's voice saying that the brain that the "Dr." will eat, before he dies, tastes much better...~

Bon Appétit!

Djanine Putin

August 30th 2022

P.S. I Hate You

Carnaval and Halloween

(Listening To NF Real Music - Outcast)

Carnaval and Halloween

Self-Respect, what a tricky thing.
Are we tricking or treating ourselves?
Denying longings or embracing them?
They're there for a reason,
Clarity or confusion.
Would you not share your candy?
What's Halloween for if not to remind us that "sweetness" is a part of it?
How innocent to sweeten the cravings of our children...
Even if only for a day.
They grow up to forget what's like to taste chocolate without a care in the world...
Then somehow we eat it and hide it from them, so they don't indulge.
Yeah, controlling to control what we Love and "forget".
Chocolates turn into cigarettes, serious conditions, fake remedies...
Charity is the reason you share your candy or do you trade it like children do?
Have you gathered all of your "goodies" yet? What else is missing?
Children aren't concerned with the "value" of it but,
Their own earnings and preference in taste.
There seems to be enough for everyone, and next year they will do it again, gladly.
Wearing Masks as if then they have permission to be "different".
Their fantasies allowed at least once a year.
Cute, practicing wearing it for the rest of their adult lives but,
No fantasy is there, and no candy to earn and trade then...
Some of us never experienced the practice.
School thought us to "smile" for "business" instead.
Halloween is the trick there...
Carnaval is no different and we dress up, we play along, we wait for it.
Maybe it's the other way around.
Maybe everyday is a Circus and on Carnaval and Halloween we can finally be ourselves,
At least some of us will...
A forgotten favorite character,
Caricature of Fragments we deny the rest of the "time".
(Never minding, collected and perfectly "normal selves" acting better than Actors...)
How ironic!
Acting to remind us we are acting.
Mocking our innocence everyday, we are.
Learning to mock it better tomorrow - if we couldn't mask it well today.
"Crazy"- subject to the one day of the year we "allow" it to be or not be...
Any other day and it's "okay" to pretend.
I wonder if "our kids" are confused, embarrassed or tricking us too...
Are they really "fools" and oblivious to our "schizophrenic masks"?
Meanwhile, I Wonder what I'll be for Halloween.
Tricking and Treating myself to some Pumpkin,
Falling leaves I Love and Caffeine...

-Dja Putin

Leve & Chão - Light & Grounded

~Rei Onde Ninguém Habitava~

As ruas sem nenhum vulto, 

ninguém passava, 

vinha, 

ou ia a lugar nenhum.

Enquanto ela atravessava...

Os meus passeios eram os mais fascinantes. 

Nas ruas que ninguém andava.

Eu estava em casa e ninguém andava comigo. 

O medo que eu touxe para dentro de casa, 

e o silêncio nos lugares que eu bem conhecia... 

Cores de mustarda.

Mas o meu amor, a minha filha havia partido, 

entre eu e ela um continente de distância. 

A porta por onde ela entrava... 

Agonizava as ruas por onde eu nunca andara. 

Estavamos lá mais uma vez 

e desta vez, eu precisava resgastar a mim mesmo 

dos fantasmas que levei para casa.

Lá, eu como eu, já não era mapa, 

mas uma estranha rua de conhecidos piratas. 

Todos agonizavam o que eu temia que os perturbara, 

o que eu vendia antes que tudo fosse destruido 

no valor de minha cara.

O abandono se pronunciara, 

então eu perdia o contexto que procurava. 

Talvez ela precisasse mesmo saber por onde andava.

Tantos anos calçada com os meus pés, 

caminharam minha jornada.

Se eu morresse ali, 

morreriamos todos de uma triste e fatal apunhalada...

A chuva me convidava a dar passos para trás 

e para isso eu precisava destruir 

a casa que fiz em outra morada...

As gotas que pingavam do telhado me levaram de volta 

aos gritos de socorro pela tortura, 

e nada me amparou 

do outro lado das paredes que me cercavam.

Enquanto assistiam todos 

o desenrrolar de minha mão em um ou dois tapas, 

o meu corpo levitava. 

Porém, meu espírito visitante, afundava.

Demorou muito para se ouvir falar da filha despedaçada.

E o meu filho...

...Esse meu filho é rei, de onde ninguém habitava...

Djanine Assunção Tavares Queiroz Chaves Putin Stalin

(Poema Escrito Em Maio 7 de 2022)

Purple Noses - Narizes Roxos

 

Here again, idem,  
Notre, mayhem!
How sweet indeed,
Pies of all tastes, deeds.
Flavors of awaken fruits,
Eat it all,
Torn and fall,
WHOM said it isn't? Medieval...
So much for grace unspoken,
Indifferently growing vines of eternity,
Branches broken...
You think they care?
Caring pays off? No one aware!
Bring offerings to marble alters,
Surely they may grow, if you never falter.
Is it good enough? (it never is)
Turn right back, check it again,
In case you doubt it.
Remember mayhem...
She tells the truths you won't say,
How heart-breaking and dismay.
Love not today...
Bitter is only so tasteful for display.
Woman so very mellow is only in drama...
Ask her in public,
Where is her day?
Be ready for tantra... Blue mantra...
Laughing is there for dawn,
Purple veil not in Leon...

-Dja Putin

Entusiasmo - Enthusiasm

 

Intention - Intenção

 

Blanket - Cobertor

Crafting loving blankets...
May they comfort happy dreams.
Cozy embrace we know well,
Tender words smiling anew, it seems...
Carefully made, stories weaved,
Treads of colors we named.
Sweet kisses given for free,
Present on patches, chosen by good taste,
Our taste, we're finally here.
Warm and ready for stains of future use,
Connecting shapes as if 'theirs' were meant to fit...
They fit like paint to canvas,
Cotton and details never before seen,
Shhh, and for a very good reason, listen to me.
Front and Verse, depth through the shallow prints,
Porous breathing fabric...
Breathing under it, intense scent and magic,
Is it really magic or surely meant to be?
Sleeping was never so sweet, saudades and melody...

- Dja Putin

 

Summer - Verão

Missing the stars of Oregon night sky...
Breathing the smoke of our mistakes - will we ever learn?
Such beautiful land...
Art is here, dancing people are here, nature lovers, animals on every corner reminding us that we used to love them gently and sincerely...
Where did they go? Are they safe from our indifference?
Under the beautiful stars we sat and sang around the camp fire, warming our ever lasting love for peace.
Missing Oregon stars, the crystal clear details, glitter of giggles, many before us saw the same beauty in awe and wondered in bliss until falling asleep... It was simple then.
It was simple and perfect...
Nothing missing, nothing lacking...
I search deeply within for that beauty, so I'll remember the stars I would stare at every ~Summer~night...
May they bless us with some rain, wash our longing away, bring back the sound of such bliss,
our true magical day - the silent fireworks we rarely notice.
Yet now, I miss it dearly...

-Dja Putin

Yellow - Amarelo

Imperfeitos, Diferentes e Felizes

Com Amor, Dja

 

Lisa Hannigan

 

We Absolutely Love This...

Probably The Best Pub Ever!

And What a Singer (:

Ex Husband's Favorite!

*P.S. But I Love You Immensely...

Djanine Putin

(*Edited On May 8th 2022)

Love, Dja Putin Stalin