The Library Has Come Undone

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The Library Has Come Undone

So many words about tears, about awe, about love,
I named each grouping, calling them poems.
Yet today, some poems and their words are lost in a mind
of too much time..
so many fragmented nights, piles of weeks

like heavy books falling over me.
The whole library has come undone,
names lost, order replaced by chaos and fog.

Like pictures fading in a drawer,
of people so long ago,
no one remembers their names.

Like fish swimming here and there…never returning to here.
So here goes on without them…
and something else sits in the scene for awhile
where they once rotated,
in impressive schools, inspiring dreams.

Now it’s a shell, or a fallen boot, at the bottom of the sea
Now it’s here and now we have no memory… until something else takes its place.

We should always know our own, but even that goes.
Our flesh and blood born from our sleepless nights, of passion and pain,
Lost in a veil of “I can’t remember this poem’s name”
While we are looking for what was lost,
we come upon a few, that we’ve signed at the bottom,
and yet they look unfamiliar, like strangers,
who, at one time, we might have intimately known,

but have almost totally forgotten.

The whole library has come undone;
those systems we used so longer work as before.
If our little word groupings,
our paintings, our diaries and prayers

are not gathered safely to sleep on a cloud,
backed up and tucked in, while floating eternally (or so we hope),
Who could say they ever were here, for a day, a year a lifetime?

Karima Hoisan
Oct. 23, 2018
Costa Rica

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I am so happy to announce that our (a joint building/scripting project with Dale Innis) is here to experience!
I don’t want to say too much about it, because you should just ride it and live it yourself. It is a 3D media-enriched world on Kitely,  a real journey and it is my #16th!

My world page gives you a bit more information and also the way to get in:
Creation- on Kitely – Virtual Worlds on Demand
For you Hyper-gridders it is: 3
I will include here another teaser photo and also the inspiration for making this world:


Here I am, praying with the yoga frogs! Can you see me?

The background for building this world is included in a notecard at the Landing Point.
It says: Why This World?

I was in Jordan a few months back and I had a dream.
I was talking to someone and I told them I had just started
a new world on Kitely (I hadn’t really) and that it was called,
When I awoke and thought about it…this is what came into my head:
“From the Nebula in our minds comes intuitive Art…
Our Big Bang is in silence..just a drawing inward then a moving outward that begins to paint the landscapes of our dreams
The drawing inward is not controlled by us..rather, it takes control of us and commands our thoughtless attention. Watch it and it will grow, stay without words and it will pulse and begin to move towards us, growing bigger and filling the screen behind our eyelids..If we do not pull will engulf us..and if we are brave, if we are lucky, inspire us and then intuitive Art is a possibility, the secondary effect of letting go….
That surrender is music to the ears of our muse..and she might pay us a visit. What is our muse if not our intuition, our very own intuition that somehow has been separated from us, as we grow up, so that we perceive it as a separate entity, a magical force, at times in human form, that whispers in our ears and gives us ideas. It reveals the perfect words, and drives us beyond our own human limitations, making artists of us all, those willing to hear its voice and just do what it tells us, we’re capable of doing. There is no such thing as a negative muse..a muse is always a driving, powerful, and positive force, for those of us, lucky enough to have discovered it and been touched by it.”
So..if you got down this far…you know why this world even exists:)
Enjoy Creating.!

DB Bailey says, “I think people are happiest, when they are making things….” and I agree:)

Peace and Inspiration

Now you know the way!
Dale and I would be very happy if you made the jump to visit us and take the Chair Tour….into Creation SOON!!
Anyone who has already been there (like Nat:) please leave a comment here:)

“Next Level……Create!”


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Waiting To Be Seen

Here is another older one from 2008

Waiting To Be Seen


Leaf of the red rose
passed over and stripped down,
to force the blooming crimson glory
in the crystal vase, her tight fit gown.

I stared deeply at the flowering star
her beauty stood alone uncompromised,
but for some reason I can’t explain
the little leaf, left on her stem,
focused in my eyes.

Just one leaf remained intact
clinging to her upper stem
and for a second I grasped a truth
the kind that may never come again.

My eyes then fixed on the small green leaf.
I saw art itself in its sphere,
on the bottom, smooth its sides,
but then it changed to ascending little spears.

Each spear so perfect, balanced true
poked out in an order I could see
Until it crowned itself on the tip,
in a stylized fleur- de- lis.

Upon this leaf’s subtle face, now I gazed
a free form mosaic green on green,
with spidery beige veins like grout between tiles
that separated each ceramic, forming a theme.

Then to top it off in an inspired thought
the razor spears jutting from each side,
were highlighted in the same beige of the tiles
“Oh God” I said, tears came quickly to my eyes.

We have lost the power to see the perfect leaf
because we are blinded by the beauty of a rose
We have little time to stop and contemplate,
so we pass over subtler works the Artist shows.

Only the most Creative Patient Power
would put so much thought into a leaf creation,
that would live in the shadow of the flower
and be lost to the gaze of most of us,
His subtle revelation.

Karima Hoisan
Karak Jordan



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At The Cemetery

Here is one from 2007..even though it’s older, it’s mine:)
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At The Cemetery

Little dark-skinned urchin in barefoot glee

finds a small cool ceramic floor

to execute her soft tap dance.

A raggedy undressed doll, swings from her hand

as she hums music only she can hear and understand.

Lost in the joy of her own sway and beat,

unmoved by the weeping crowds of mourners

who file past her in disbelief,

hair flying, wide-eyed and innocently,


she dances on the grave

of a now forgotten grief.

Karima Hoisan
2007 Costa Rica

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Recycled Life

Recycled Life

I thought of sending you an old thought
one I have been carrying on my back
since forever.
It continues to reappear in different forms,
but it’s the very same as it always was
and it always appears when you show me
your disinterest, your indifference.

This thought is so needy,
it can’t camouflage its pain,
even wrapped in light mirth and sarcasm
it bleeds before your eyes
it makes a fool of itself
and then… of course,
you get up to run away.

Remembering it takes a million years
to make a diamond out of coal…
It takes a thousand scenes
watching you and all the likes of you
walking out the door,
I reconsidered sending this time-bomb
of self-destruction and instead,
put my arms around your neck
and asked,
“How was your day?”

Karima Hoisan
September 15, 2018
Costa Rica

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Rattled My Brain

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Rattled My Brain

For all those souls that rattled my brain
shook me awake at midnight and put me on a horse
to ride and ride and ride by only the light of the moon
for the chance to hear them breathing in their sleep
and nothing more…
through their open country windows,
glass-less ventanáles, always unlatched…
I rode by like a nightmare,
braiding the mane of my streaking steed,
but laying a flower like a lover on their window sill…
something to contemplate when they awoke and thought it all a dream.

I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene,
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.

For all those souls that rattled my brain
made me forget to eat, or hear what people
were saying…
Made me jump on trains and ride for two days just
to visit them in the Federal Pen,
charged with conspiracy
but innocent as the break of day,
where we held hands under the scrutiny of all those eagle eyes
aware that time was doing a goose step..and soon I would be back
at the station with no expectations…
Tears and delicious sadness, all the way back
clackety clackety clack.

I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene,
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.

For all those souls that rattled my brain
that scandalized my innocence my naiveté
with their unique lessons
that made me ask what was it all about?
What was true?
What was right?
That taught me to forgive, just about everything …
I’d forgive murder, hypocrisy, betrayal and abuse
if they just asked me to… and they did.
They all were my unconventional schools of life
I took trains and planes just to see them again,
to walk on a beach in Cartagena, to sleep by their side
in a cave in Wadi Rum, to gallop through a rainstorm,
just to bring them their cigarettes.
My story is a Lynchian romance, so how can I put it into words?
How can I pin the blame, take the credit, regret the shame?
except to say….

I bet you don’t know what I mean
but maybe you do..
maybe you got your chance to live as I did
the passion of a real life scene
the kind played today by actors in HD
rolling now inside your flat screens.

Karima Hoisan
September 4, 2018
Costa Rica

*Footnote..I apologize for retouching the painting (getting rid of Shutterstock) but it was just the perfect image. Mea Culpa:) Also…here is the music I looped incessantly to write this poem. Isn’t it fabulous?? Seductora, Explotadora y Algo Mas (Luis Alberto Posada)

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When I Used To Be A Poet

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Gazing at Nympheas by Dennis Perrin.

I still remember when…
I used to be a poet.
When a phrase,
or dream,
or vision
had that alchemy,
to change into painted words upon a page.
Then that feeling of urgency overtook me
and I rushed to find a pen
or keypad
and not lose that thought:
The kernel that could be popped
into a full- blown poem
with my name on the bottom.

I always knew…I KNEW “this will be a poem”
sometime soon.
I would whisper that phrase to anyone nearby
or out-loud to no one.
but, it was important to say it;
it was part of the process
that had evolved over years.

This moment,
this painting,
this conversation
has that special energy,
to move me out of myself
and into the certainty…
a poem was coming.
It was coming soon,
a speeding train of inspiration,
of  imagination,
and not even I could stop it.

Karima Hoisan
August 31, 2018
Costa Rica
* Footnote: Thanks to a conversation with Luna Branwen for this thought:)

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