The Stolen Child an amazing video by Lainy Voom

I saw this video on my friend’s site http://www.2ndfantasy.org and it is amazing!

This animation was created and filmed within the virtual world of Second Life and it is based on the poem The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats.

The poem was written in 1886 and is considered to be one of Yeats' more notable early poems. The poem is based on Irish legend and concerns faeries beguiling a child to come away with them. Parts of the poem are prominently featured in Steven Spielberg's film A.I.

The Stolen Child from Lainy Voom on Vimeo.

The video was created by Lainy Voom with extraordinary quality. It is amazing!! I wish to make available this blog for other artist to publish their work, just contact me.

The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats

Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

W.B. Yeats

The Autumn Writers' Exhibition

The Autumn Writers' Exhibition is the main event during October and I have a booth there. Today I would like to invite you to readings as follows:

2pm SLT (10pm GMT) - Hastings Bournemouth (AKA Peter Chowney) reads 'Sacculina - A Baby Horror Story'

2.30pm (10.30pm GMT) -SLT Morgue McMillan performs her poetry

3pm SLT (11pm GMT) Huckleberry Hax reads from his fiction

Hope to see you there :-)

LM: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Cookie/38/218/2

Poetry Secundo Coming, A pornographic satire By Nebbisk Oh

Photographer: Sennaspirit Coronet
Models: Anna Avalanche and Sennaspirit Coronet

Nebbisk Oh poetry was one of the best at the London School of journalism poetry contest. His poetry is always intense, comic and intelligent. Sennaspirit Coronet great photograph and Anna Avalanche modeling the Secundo Coming, A pornographic satire from an idea by Secundo Dharma, by Nebbisk Oh

Nebbisky Oh is one of the best poets live in Second Life. The best to say about someone is to look her own words and thought. Better if that person is a writer or poet. Nebbisk Oh profile describes his feelings and ideas about the second life new world…

“Nothing seemed worth putting here before... now nothing seems adequate. Well... suffice it to say that the "process" is starting to make sense now. Initial reviews seem to indicate that this next Act will be truly amazing.”





























Secundo Coming
by Nebbisk Oh

Cock in hand
Balls aflutter
Fingers stained with peanut butter

Hard shaft, tip wet
With tumescence
Kleenex soaking up the messes

Mistress lies
In lover’s pose
The smell of peanuts in his nose

He’s coming now
And so is she
And so’s his wife, and that makes three

She’s coming early
Home from work
And he in flagrant, fragrant jerk

He tries to stop;
Too late! He spouts
While on the screen, his mistress shouts

“Oh God,” she cries
and so does he
and booming speakers both agree




























Wife rushes in
Stares at the screen
But just in time, he’s changed the scene

He’s changed it to
A hard-core flick
Some porn star and Ron Jeremy’s dick

She looks, and smiles
And says, “Aww gee,
My darling, next time wait for me.”

His closemouthed grin
Hides great relief
And chunks of peanut in his teeth

He starts to shut
The laptop down
And watches wife’s smile turn to frown

As suddenly
The speakers blare
And tell her more than two are there

“Oh marry me,
my sweet Secundo.
Your tongue is sweet, your cock gigundo.”




























Thus was his case
Adjudicated
Tossed on his ear, defenestrated

It took six months
But he recovered
Then he wed his online lover

And now they live
In bliss, you’d think
But sometimes, fortified with drink

He goes online
And shares hot sex
And peanut butter with his ex.

- Nebbisk Oh, July 2007

Morgue McMillan's poetry

My friend Morgue McMillan invited everyone who likes poetry for her readings this weekend. She is very good. Hope you all enjoy. Below is the invitation that I want to extend to all my friends and readers.

My dear friends,
I feel very humbled as I have been invited to read for the Stone Canoe/Vetruvius magazine which is related to the College of Syracuse University/NY and I would like to invite you.

Time: This Saturday, August 16, 1 pm SLT




And: I have been invited by Julian2914 Hifeng to read at Pat O'Brians.
Time: Sunday, August 17, 12:45 pm SLT.

It is the second time for me and it is a nice setting and you
may like to get there earlier as it is a regular event called Sundays Brunch starting at 11 am with music and poetry.




If you like to stay tuned regarding my readings and enjoy my poetry you might join my group for free

Morgue McMillan's Mysty Minds

SECRET GARDEN

This was one erotic story-poem for déjà vu magazine wrote by Strapasson Kidd and photography by Sennaspirit Coronet. Hope you all enjoy, and if you do please leave a comment.

For better pictures resolution you can also look at my flickr or my Orkut .


Poem: Strapasson Kidd

Translation and adaptation: Anna Avalanche, Liane Maertens, and Sennaspirit Coronet

Edition for the Déjà vu Magazine: Dodd Roff

Photography: Sennaspirit Coronet

Models: Anna Avalanche, Sennaspirit Coronet



We meet at our secret garden...
Always at the same place...

Is our place...

You are beautiful
Your eyes with a special shine
Your lips with a special smile.

Will be our first time...

I feel your perfume blinding my senses,
Involving me,
Seducing me,
Driving me helpless to you.

I stand still... only looking at you
Admiring the beauty of your “soul”

Our eyes meet each other
In silence...

And, for an instant we become one.



The same toughs,
The same words,
The same look,
The same soul.

I walk slowly in the direction of her hands and
softly I take them into mine...

They have the softness of rose petals

From the rarest roses...

Hand in hand, our bodies get closer

Slowly...

Until I can see my reflection at your eyes.

We breathe the same air...

Your perfume, slowly, invades my body
Making me weak



I breathe your air and move my lips near to yours
and they slowly touch

We stroke our hands.
Our breathing gets stronger.
Our hearts beat faster.

I keep kissing your lips
Making them wet
With delicate bites I can hear you gasping
In my mouth.

I try to perpetuate this moment

Your hands let mine go...
And they hug me
And I hug you.

Passions fill us.
Compells our bodies.

And we kiss…
A deep and strong passions kiss.

Our tongues explore one another and…
I realize the secret of your lips.
Our words, now, are silent...
Our arms close…
our bodies get nearer
ever closer.



Our hands seek out the secrets of each others bodies...
Drawing from the desire in our minds.

Kissing you is like kissing an angel...
A prohibited desire that invades my soul,
A prohibited desire that makes me prisoner in your eyes,
A prohibited desire that silences my words with your kisses,
A prohibited desire that leads me into the paradise,
A prohibited desire that makes me get lost in your arms.

In the sweet warm of your mouth
I find the answers I have looked so long.
My heart is yours,
Your heart is mine.



And in your lips I lost my words...

I am yours
and no one elses.

In my desire my lips whisper
Sweet words at your ears
Between kisses and bites
I tell you my most private secrets.

With each kiss your body surrenders to mine
Your hair mixes on my lips...

I feel you more and more present in me.
My mouth runs along your face towards your neck

You surrender
Fragile as a flower



I feel your heart beats on my lips
I feel your blood pulse on my mouth.
My teeth touchs your skin
Making marks in our “souls”


Your gasping breath is like music for my delight
Your hands caress me

I kneel at your feet,
Like a slave kneels before his master
I venerate you, I adore you
I am yours
Only yours.

Delicately, I hold your feet and place on my lap...
I remove your shoe and silently kiss your foot.



The texture of your lingerie makes my body in ecstasy
My kisses move up along your leg
Smelling your fragrance...stronger...more potent
My hands follow my kisses, caressing your legs
My lips moving up your thighs...
I hold each sock with my hands
And I remove them delicately from your legs
My lips following my hands

I get up
Looking for yours lips
A passionate kiss
Your legs embrace me
And my body holds you strongly against the wall
My hands cover you
Finding your secrets

Slowly your legs release me

We stand toe to toe...
And kiss me
And bite me
And whisper words of desire

I let your body free and slowly, looking into your eyes,
I remove your shirt...
And you remove mine.

Your nails run down my back,
Drawing your desire on my skin
My hands cover your back,
Opening your bra.



I let it fall slowly between our bodies

I embrace you in a kiss,
Our bodies move closer
Your heat mixes with mine
Your skin mixes with mine
My desire mixes with yours

My lips feel your breaths slowly
Kissing your lips
Giving small bites...
Hearing your moaning...
I am near your heart
You hold breath

In ecstasy, your hands caress my hair
And compel me to move down ...

I am kissing your belly...

I stop in front of your skirt...
I open it and it falls softly down your body.

Your body is covered with small lace panties...
Awaking my desires
I hug you and kiss your panties.
I can feel your hair caressing my face
I can feel your body perfume
I can feel your body heat
I can feel your body moisture

Delicately I part your legs
And kiss your thighs

And I run my tongue along until I reach your sex
And taste you throught the sensuous lace
I caress your hips while removing your panties

I get near and let your hair caress my face...
Letting your bouquet fill my senses
You place a leg over my shoulder and offer yourself
for my delight
your moans invade my “soul”
and your hands guide my path...
My tongue wants to dive deep inside your intimacy...
Finding your most hidden secrets
Offering me your sweet nectar
The sweet taste of your body dazes my esprit
and inside you I can feel your desire

Your legs hug me
and in a silent scream your desire flows in my mouth


Silently I let your womanly essence invade my body.
Now you are mine
I know your secrets
I know your desires

The desire changes my body

This savage desire makes me press you against the wall
and with your arms hugging me
I hold your body and your legs embrace me
your hands guides my desire inside you

Our bodies
Our thoughts
Our hearts
Our souls



We are one

I am inside you
you are around me...

And for some instants
all our secrets are disclosed...
all our desires are carried

and your body warmth embraces me
and my body warmth embraces you

No words

We hug
We look
we kiss
we love...




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