The Point of Weightlessness

This was the palette with which I drew you.
I mapped your heart and soul.
And in this endeavor I learned something better,
And you had gained much more.

The Mind! The Mind!
Oh, ever such a thing,
With passion you forged this bridge.
And, in your boundless curiosity,
You had crossed the lines of reality
Passing on crescent wings.

Oh, perception is the lie that holds them down!
These red blurs danced in the vision of sweet memory.
Out of place, Out of mind, Drink up toward that sky
Where truth is a matter of being!

And in that moment where I'll see your face light with joy,
Our fingers will lace to form the point of weightlessness,
Where time and space will never touch,
And we will laugh at their transparent delusions.

The Tigress

Fight with fire filled to your deepest core,
Where time wears ageless eyes
and scars sear your very soul.
Fury made flesh,
The Tigress has risen.

Ageless Eyes: The Birth of Humanity

I am old.
I have always been old.
I’ve existed for as long as understanding has.
For as long as the energy of existence has flooded this earth:
Forever we have bonded within the schism of what is and could be.

And, when I was born,
I felt flesh,
Tasted its vulnerability,
The fragility of life, itself.
And the bittersweet scent of humanity

And, loved it.
Because, I’ve loved you since the beginning to the end of time
for I am older than you can ever know.

For I’ve seen the truth,
Your truth.

That, you are tragedy and hope;
sadness and joy;
death and life;
the past and the future.

Because by simply being,
Humanity can be everything and nothing at all.

Fear

Lest I admit my weakness,
I will fight against you
And this swirling indelible need
To give you everything I have.

Should I turn away in your sight
And forget my bearings,
In this opening there I lay
Naked and Fragile
Ancient and Beautiful
Strong.
Dark.
Deep.
Nourishment for all of Man,
A swirling well of life, itself.
A Mirror of the Soul.
A Window to the Universe.
Laid bare for the world to reap.

The Mistress of Chaos I: The Beginning of The Nightmare

A look into the beginning of the end, a look into what to expect from my work....

Welcome to the Aether, Ladies and Gentlemen.

 

The Beginning of the Nightmare

To know me is to know madness; The sweeping vengeance of unhalting passion, A well of imagination that bleeds art and insanity,   A timeless continuity where the only certainty is death. Madness, they say, But all I see and all I am:  A catalyst.   Humanity’s raw and utter truth. For all I see and all I am, I am an agent of chaos.

The Birth of Madness: Love Vivienne

My name is Vivienne. Many know me as the Captain of the Airship Constantine, master of San Antonio's largest known steampunk/cosplay group that sails the Texas region. While this is no small accomplishment, I created "Love Vivienne" as my own person, the passion of the captain rarely seen in the storm-weathered skies; the model, cosplayer, and event host behind the rebel ship. It was a way to explore the character as a woman of desire, expression, and personality, something that her captainship could not.

But, if ever there was a name that adopted and combined the captain to the personality, it would be madness, a trait and understanding that I am most familiar with. After all sanity is only but an agreed upon reality. To push ourselves to the point of insanity in pursuit of greater knowledge of both ourselves and our surroundings is to face greatness. And for that, a captain can be no stranger to madness. We live it everyday.

Writing has a special place in my heart. When I was young, I had a lot of difficulty speaking and, in turn, people understanding me, so, I found an outlet that could speak for me. Now, I'm looking for a haven and a place to write once again. Here you'll find my poetry, short stories, philosophical ramblings, or updates to my life.

This is your opportunity to look into the world of the Mistress of Chaos, Vivienne, and her road to madness..