| "And I sing the song of my people, I sing of the Nordic blood that is flowing in my veins, but I sing also of those that befriend us when first my ancestors came and we absorbed them as they absorbed us. Thus I sing the Song of the New Moon of the Iroquois, let it come with all of her glory and may the Walkers of the Shadows revel in her glory." Katarina Elizabeth |
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The BoxWhat have you for me this bright sunny day? What do you carry in wrapped box with red ribbon sealed? A gift perhaps of home and hearth, a present from your heart? Why does that ribbon run so red, down palm through fingers to ground? That is not how a ribbon is to flow, at least not if properly tied around? Oh this is not a gift at all, it is instead a warning I think. For beyond the paper and beyond the ribbon I can hear a beating. A thud, thud, thud, a soft rapping, as if a heart were muffled. From what breast did you steal such a precious jewel that was needed? Surely not one that belongThe Box
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A Work of My HeartOf sadness, of pain, of darkness, of horror Of these dearest heart of mine fret thee no more Sadness first shall be conveyed to thy eye In form most true, that none its existence can deny Tis formed by furrowed brow upon first it does in hideousness stand Then into the heart thrust most harsh as there love's ground turns to sinking sand Providing not now a place most staid for words of tenderness, passion and desire To be seeded to grow into saving grace that from such a deep sadness one could aspire Speak I now of pain, oh most wretched and twisted fellow For from the deepest, shallowest,A Work of My Heart
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Smallest Knights of SatinSee thou them, standing in silent brooding, pain stark Satin ties fall as tears in flowing rivers of silent flooding Leaning against the wall, in shadowed corner dark So sunk now these ties that sole of each is but gentle throbbing Knowing once only chords harmonic in nature Marked now with naught but minor sobbing Dreamed they once of wonders most beautiful Flying through air as each carried their owner In amazement of admirers of her devotion most dutiful Now they dream of empty places, see they now empty faces Casting looks of sheer dismay as they search and see not But an eSmallest Knights of Satin
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The Voice of Love
 Long past in hours and months that blow now by me with the whispers of sweet memories, I hear a voice, a voice long ago worshiped in long ago dreams. I feel it start at the very tender spot of my ear's lobe till it is vibrating deep, deeper still into the very crevices of the place that makes me a woman whole.A silent whisper, holding moans and breathless sighs, oh I remember this voice, a Beloved Immortal, has slipped ore my window sill and into my night." I believe he watches over me and when I am gone it will be with his hand in mine as we walk to the eternal playground and I watch him grow to the man he should have become. For I believe that he is waiting for me.katti |
From MutualEndeavors
| VIGIL Looking out at the endless forever reaching arms of the sea An ocean of feelings begin ebbing within me just as the tides come and go I stand here in this Vigil watching them flow, watching them flow From shore back out to sea, an endless motion, an endless Vigil Waiting for you to return to me. Haunting the waves with my gaze of penetrating wishes, I cannot But help wonder if you survived or if by some magic mystically live beneath Beneath the waves that come and go, come and go as you did on ship with sails white Through the breeze of ocean endless that does flow day and night I stand here and feel the spray of Mistress Ocean as her laced trimmed skirts Of water meet the shore where they dance into final oblivion, only to Disappear once again under another wave’s coming I stand in Vigil watching as endless as the tides for you to return, my soul is Vigil and it is summoning. Summoning to you across the ocean’s waves and winds, calling out softly your name Again and again, becoming as now like the waves that repeat, over and over Their reaching out for their lover the shore, then in shyness do hasty retreat. But never retreat shall I from upon this rock I stand, I am Vigil my love, for you my life’s Vigil Stands. Stands as constant as any lighthouse out on the shore, I cast my light as it does across the Rock, then the waves, then further until the reaches of the endless ocean’s arms are met Who then carry to you my love my heart’s deepest intense desires to hold you once again But until then Vigil is my name and I shall not give in. VIGIL by ~  The Pen's Master and Wizard of Kimberling and The Angel of Romance one of our collaberations  "This Used To Be My Playground" By: Madonna - My Theme Song This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to Whenever I was in need Of a friend Why did it have to end And why do they always say Don't look back Keep your head held high Don't ask them why Because life is short And before you know You're feeling old And your heart is breaking Don't hold on to the past Well that's too much to ask [chorus] Live and learn Well the years they flew And we never knew We were foolish then We would never tire And that little fire Is still alive in me It will never go away Can't say goodbye to yesterday (can't say goodbye) No regrets But I wish that you Were here with me Well then there's hope yet I can see your face In our secret place You're not just a memory Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream) Those are words I'll never say (I'll never say) This used to be my playground This used to be our pride and joy This used to be the place we ran to That no one in the world could dare destroy This used to be our playground This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to I wish you were standing here with me This used to be our playground This used to be our great escape This used to be the place we ran to This used to be our secret hiding place This used to be our playground This used to be our childhood dream This used to be the place we ran to The best things in life are always free Wishing you were here with me |
Art That Is Speaking To My Heart
This will be a growing area as I have the ability right now to do so. Do not think I have forgotten all my watchers. You will all be here at some time.Please click on the thumbnails and enjoy the surprise of the art. That is why I did not reference them, Go ahead, see what I see and beyond. AWESOME isn't he!  OH YEAH! love, katti  He is just well he is just so Drake!  by  go by and give her some loveplease?  this is by  it is a celebration of a re-uniting of two sisters of the soul.   From a Divine Poet Comes a Gift Of Love Thank you Michelle. katti   EXCELLENT READ! Knight of The Rose Angel of The Winged Guardian Angel An Angel Forlorn This is flying!    :thumb134355715:           :thumb134453837:         AWESOMENESS! and more!     :thumb134073456:       a song of the Iroquois. Sweet sweet Innocence! Beauty with words     a new step    i want to go there- do you?:thumb135291950:  What a gift!  She rocks!   Here there be dragons that wear a badge. Warriors of Right:thumb136581904: A soul on fire  A cool Body  |
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Dedications to a Ballerina
 What can I say but how deep this goes. A swan of shadowed elegance, a dancer that is dancing emotions few know. Thank you my friend. oh to fly away on these waters a friend reaches into me and sparks a small flame of hope  I am speechless.  done by Andre for me Done for Vic by Andre   Done by Andre for a Brother and Lent to me  A Tribute To A Ballerina That Still Flies Done By Andre  A Beautiful Gift To a Ballerina From a Beautiful Heart [link]A Dedication to Marika Anastasia Romanski aka Katti  Though this was not a dedication to me I can see a ballerina dancing between the planes of the drawing so easily, can you?katti  This makes me want to fly! Wow!   What a beautiful gift, what a tribute to a beauty. Thank you Andre.August 16, 2009  Andre never ceases to amaze me with the beauty he paints with his brush. He captures with it the truth of nature and had for me made this swan. What he did not know is when I first started on Deviant, the swan was my avatar. Don't tell me good friends are not connected! They surely are!  My wild side is coming out to play! Isn't this awesome! |
From Wizard Of Kimberling
"Aye my Laird Wizard ye have the way to ken weel what this Lass of Kimberling needs to get out of her well. Lend me thy hand and I shall reach out and then we canna escape on horseback to the garden of delights." Gowan Moonlight Desires lyrics (Lawrence Gowan) You've got ways To take hold of my thoughts Over-riding my senses Lock your sights Dead in line with my heart Share your powers You stir my soul And whet my hunger And weave that spell That pulls me under These moonlight desires Haunt me They want me, they want me These moonlight desires Haunt me You're sending, you're sending Secret fires Burn inside me unknown Never mentioned Only you Can uncover the flames Break their silence And make them dance For us to see them And break their chains And give them freedom These moonlight desires Haunt me They want me, they want me These moonlight desires Haunt me You're sending, you're sending A wave over my mind (wave over my mind) And I fall to it blind You say : Trust me Stir my soul And whet my hunger And weave that spell That pulls me under These moonlight desires Haunt me They want me, they want me These moonlight desires Haunt me You're sending, you're sending A wave over my mind Moonlight desires Your secret powers These moonlight desires Haunt me They want me, they want me These moonlight desires Haunt me You're sending, you're sending A wave over my mind Moonlight desires.  Here is the Lass of Kimberling. She also is Sister Golden Hair to a Wizard who Dwells In the LandOf Kimberling - Magic Abounds Moody Blues For My Lady lyrics Songwriters: Thomas, Ray My boat sails stormy seas Battles oceans filled with tears At last my port's in view Now that I've discovered you Oh I'd give my life so lightly For my gentle lady Give it freely and completely To my lady As life goes drifting by Like a breeze she'll gently sigh And slowly bow her head Then you'll hear her softly cry. Oh I'd give my life so lightly For my gentle lady Give it freely and completely To my lady Words that you say when we're alone Though actions speak louder than words But all I can say is I love you so To drive away all my hurt Oh I'd give my life so lightly For my gentle lady Give it freely and completely To my lady Set sail before the sun Feel the warmth that's just begun Share each and every dream They belong to everyone. Oh I'd give my life so lightly For my gentle lady Give it freely and completely To my lady Oh how you remember the sweet thoughts of this song, and oh how you remember how they pulled me up and gave me wings once more. Thank you my Wizard, you sprinkle your magi once more in the sweet air of Kimberling.June 1, 2009 From the Wizard of Kimberling to Sister Golden Hair Sister Golden Hair" "Just To See You Smile" Oh the pleasure Just to see you smile As that sparkle appears in your eyes. Oh the joy Just to see you smile As you spread your dancer's wings. Oh the delight Just to see you smile As I hold you in my arms. 8-29-08 Bill (WizIllusions) |
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| All I can say, is no matter what wall you hit, no matter what demons bite you hard, no matter how hard the dark tries to take you down, just do as my friend on here Max told me to tell them,"BullShit" I am a dancer get out of our way or we are going right over you! Katti for Vic You rock on Girl! This is the song we first danced to. [link] This is the second song we danced to [link] this is the song we are dancing to now in this picture [link]  My other account Patience is the key of the hunt. artist of this workWho I am is all found in this work, who I am now that is to survive the blood and the dirt.      This is a poet that is not recognized much but his work is worth the visit to his gallery. Please, go by and visit my friend. See how he writes, it is so touching.:New Feature: His Journal katti a humble poet OCTOBER 30 2009,She continues to support me as I move through the pain with the strength of her belief and spirit supporting my newly sprouting wings. Merci!      More will be added as they are discovered, she is worth the seeing. love, katti |
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- Current Residence: In the mountains, down a dirt road, by a swift running creek, in a house built of wood
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: 2,4
- Interests: art, dance, photography, music, out of doors
- Favourite movie: Enchantment, The Enchanted Cottage, Four Feathers
- Favourite band or musician: Any Band that moves me
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz, the blues, rock, classical - anything I can dance to
- Favourite artist: Sid, Andre
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, Shelly, Bram Stoker
- Favourite photographer: My Mom
- Favourite style of art: whatever moves me
- Favourite game: Candle light Twister
- Favourite gaming platform: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7WwhRV1XP6A
- Favourite cartoon character: Pepe Le Pew
- Personal Quote: Listen to the Wind she whispers Truth,Listen to the Sea she brings Wisdom,Revel in Nature - be free
- Tools of the Trade: My heart, my soul, my spirit, my memories
- Website: http://brokenwingeddove.blogspot.com
- Email: Please ask
Gifts That Inspire
  Angel came down from heaven yesterday She stayed with me just long enough to rescue me And she told me a story yesterday, About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea And then she spread her wings high over me She said she's gonna come back tomorrow And I said "fly on my sweet angel, Fly on through the sky, Fly on my sweet angel, Tomorrow I'm gonna be by your side" Sure enough this morning came unto me Silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise And my angel she said unto "today is the day for you to rise, Take my hand, you're gonna be my man, You're gonna rise" And she took high over yonder And I said "fly on my sweet angel, Fly on through the sky, Fly on my sweet angel, Forever I will be by your side" This song was given to me as a gift today by Wiz! Huge Kisses! Angels - Jaguar and Black Panther My Protector of My Soul- She needs your Support - Especially Now OCTOBER 16, 2009 - I have watched her for many many months. I have loved her work far longer. Now she has come out of the blue and asked others to help me, me, a nobody, get back my passion to dance. How does one describe such an artist? How does one describe such a person? How does one describe such a heart? In my small way I can only say, For ArwenGernak On what wings doest thou fly forth on from heavenly home to wander so low, so low to earth's firmament as to find me laid to ground cold? By what strands of courage doest thou heart beat out that thee would venture forth on such a voyage as thou hast begun to wrought? Oh winged one, oh bright star, thy countenance is kind, thy heart gentle, nae even compassionate most mild, and yet in this most valiant flight thou art most radiant in thy stance bold. There be nae found in all treasures both known and more lost, nor in radiant jewels, gold, silver, or what else men would desire, no greater treasure than this ye give to me, a priceless gift of the heart, oh aye by most dearly sought, But none, nae none could hold it more precious as I do from thee unselfishly given to tear filled soul flooded with gratitude unmeasured as me." Katti   - My First Gift - Thank you so. I shall not let you down. Another inspiration from a dear friend. Thank you so much. What can I say for all you are doing but a humble thank you from an even humbler poet.       You are so appreciated. Again you amaze me with your heart.  Oh what a gift!  Andre, you know what I have to say. It is beautiful as beautiful as you.  Thank you so. Thank you so my new friend. Bless you Lea!  A beautiful piece of art. He has written a journal for me. What a friend he has been for years.  What a wonderful gift. What a beautiful gift! How she knew it was about that age that I began my dancing and found my passion I know not. But she still made this for me and it means so much.     another beautiful dedication inspiration in two beautiful ways |
Dear Friends and New DA Artists.
       [link] NEW ARTIST TO DA! GO BY AND SAY HI! This poet is knocking me away! Why not stop by and encourage him?  Absolutely Beautiful  Art that speaks!Sometimes a writer that is a friend reaches out to you because she truly understands. A great poet - a wonderful friend - a woman in love - a divine poet she is. Sometimes a photographer, a friend, a soul connected hits the mark with words. This time is one of them. Thank you my friend - you have found my soul. The Warrior She is swift, sincere, modest, humble, and deliberate. Either at day or night she rides with her weapons by her side as she seeks to defy injustice. Gallop, gallop, galloping through the forest's canopy pinpointing and devouring all who stand in her way. Never stopping until she claims victory and the kill. She is a constant reminder that what is good shall remain good in each man and woman's heart forevermore.. And then he takes my words and creates a collaboration between us I believe is magic! words by  art by  He is amazing and he thinks I am too. What a sweet man.   ART FANTASTIC from an old friend of mine! He is amazing! A fantastic POET! A fantastic PERSON! AND HE IS WORTH visiting. PLEASE DO! is an incredible Poet and one whose gallery is worth the stroll through. She is also a dear soul. |
From My Immortal
There are people that come into our lives and they touch us so deeply that when we loose them through anothers actions it is like loosing part of yourself. Such has happened to me. I miss her greatly. I cannot even remember why we no longer speak, but I do know that each day without her is a little less bright. These are the gifts she made for me before our relationship slipped into the night.  An angel to help me through a terrifying time. And it did. A work that speaks to me everyday over and over - A work for me to warn me of impending disaster, oh that I had listened.I love you still Celeste and always will and hope you find all the happiness you deserve with Peter. I know you will. Katti |
A Heart's Balm Re-Found; A Friend That Never Stops Giving
| There are so few people in this world that truly care about others. There is one that has a soul that is rich in compassion. It is this man, this man that has taken me back into his life, this man that has meant the world to me, this man that is my friend, my confidant, my companion and still is in my heart. He is an amazing person and I am proud to know him.Bless you William. KATARINA   A Must Read by him! "Aye my Laird, my heart longs to hear the whispers of yours, my arms long ta hold you in a warm caress, I canna exist much longer without you. Ah my Laird, forget not your Lass, a Royal Lady that is your mate of the seas." |
Memories
 the strings haunt me with the melody of the night the way he played was the way he loved, ever so right the softness of the notes that would turn to the crescendo of desire the climax of the chords that ended with ecstasy and fire the memory of all the way that he played in my heart the black color of my world is now wherein I lie as my soul departs How this piece speaks to me now. How I feel these words that came as I first gazed upon it. My path is now laid out for me so clearly. I cannot abide the pain, and I am hoping that I shall get help with it, for if not my life must change drastically. I am not giving up yet. I am merely seeing the shadows more clearly. And they offer such comfort. katti   Through tears of gratitude I thank Andre. I am dancing again Andre, I will be performing this winter and spring. And now have a Shadow Friend, a dancer gone but still dancing in my heart to dance with, bless you Andre. Always your work is wonderful! love, katti  A piece that I truly understand. and words by [link] another link for same - [link] Link to Lullaby Video another link for same - [link] [link] Link to Anchored in You   [link] Twin Rocks Oregon [link] House Of the Rising Sun [link] |
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You are most heartily welcome. I do appreciate your work. And thank you for the compliment, they are my own words.
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feel the softest lightest touch of soothing
hear the gentlest barely audible words of one who through them is renewing
all that life has cast thy way, this I vow, each night on
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