Guy Fawkes Day #GuyFawkes

My, my, my!















I do believe I HAVE been up to all sorts of pleasure-seeking, to wickedness, to any number of things! ...perhaps sluthing, and snooping, and anything else that suits me fancy! Mischief!

Why... there was the sinful wrath, luxurious vanity & frivolity, tricking & the treating, on All Hallows Eve... then, the Feasting of All Hallows... All Saints Day...

Wicked dancing...

And, now This!

C'mon baby, light my fire!

Gypsy Dance

Are those whom are willing to be free wicked?
Or....
Are those willing to convince all to conform the truly wicked????

'Tis human to group,
'Tis human to be merry,
'Tis human to bond with others....

And yet....

'Tis also human to strive and seek greater freedom,
And express individuality!

Does yer heart not long to be free?

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Late Morning Arival

Dancing in the Cold New England Morning... 

We do, because we can! Arg!

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Pirate's Whirling Gypsy Veils

Time to dance! 

Start slow, and then let go!

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Sonnet 29

SONNET 29

By William Shakespeare (allegedly)

 
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate, 


 




 

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least; 

 




 
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising,
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;








For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings. 

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM © 2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Enough!

So cold this morning!

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM ©2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Just warm up already! Sheesh!




That's it! I think I've had it! 

ARG!

Hmmph!

Verdamnt!

Dancing To Thy Own Music

Harken ye closely!
Here the call o' yon music within, yearning to be free!
Let loose thy inner spirit!
And, dance to the rhythm of yer heart.
Hear the music, and follow it to the wild, and the furthest expances of the great unknown!
'Tis a treasure! Find it within thyself!
Go now, and be free!

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM ©2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston

Alas, Autumn is Fleeting...

Alas, Autumn be fleeting....
Yet, pirating may continue on!

Marshall Kändiß The Pyrate

By "Black UniGryphon" TM ©2013  Kandice Kathleen Zimbleman-Wang

Autumn 2013 New England, Greater Boston