Biography of Natasha Ashwe
I am a poet, a writer, and an artist, and I believe in beauty, creativity and perfection.
I love life, the world, and existence, thoroughly enjoying all of my various roles in the three.
I believe every moment on earth is a gift; my advice for anyone would be to ensure that days are conscientiously and properly seized and nights spent in the profitable dreaming of dreams that come true.
The Gemini star sign captures my personality satisfactorily; I enjoy the duality and restlessness declared as significant components of my nature.
I get occasionally erratic. This is usually when new ideas start spinning round in my head. I absolutely thrive on these moments I define as my moments of clarity; quickening my pace to catch up, hastening to a keyboard to punch away into the middle of the night or doing whatever it is that is must be done immediately at all costs or else.
I also like people; I savor and swallow whole the good parts of them. The other parts I refrain from as one would do from fatty foods and cigarettes; they can be just as addictive.
In my relationships and encounters with all sorts of different characters I often find myself fascinated, going through ‘diet fads’, occasionally on a ‘binge’, doing a ‘detox’ in seclusion afterwards, et cetera.
The diversity of human experience and emotion adds spice to life and so I constantly exercise and explore my right to be inspired. It is a right.
I have recently learnt how to cry.i.e. let it out. Quite spooky! I still wrestle with the belief that crying will bring on a nervous breakdown and drive me insane but I’m working on it.
I was greatly influenced by Walt Disney and Michael Jackson when growing up, and was fascinated by vampires.
Now I adore Madonna, enjoy good conversation, and like the way most cities look at night.
I believe that it is important to follow gut instinct in whatever you are engaged in as you go through your life for this has been extremely important for me.
I close my eyes and see what only I can see.
I trust it and walk forward with my eyes wide shut.
I call it ‘Doing Darkness’.
I am Natasha Ashwe.
This is my work and my talent.
It is my desire to express it, expressing myself in however way I can, and I aspire for success in this endeavor, trusting that everything will work out the way it was designed to do.
Thank you, world, for I appreciate your existence.
Natasha Ashwe's Works:
'To Hold Rosanna' and 'Out Of The Dark'.
Natasha Ashwe Poems
I trust the night I trust the stars that shine I trust the moon I know its love’s divine
It’s a rock song and I won’t let you in it Step away from my maelstrom Bits of torn metal shred me to bits to submit My soul to the earsplitting blast of drums
A Beautiful Flower
I know of a beautiful flower With a sense beguiling fragrance Where nectar like honey flows With a sting
He sucks out my brain when he speaks And I'd like to cup his in a glass Watch it monkey dance like mine My fellow gemini
I Love To Watch You
I love to watch you My eyes become moths drawn by a flame And you flicker in directions That are fingers and thumbs on a guitar that’s playing
[musing on life and existence when Kitty died] Parallel lines, Each of us,
Flight Of Dragons
To soar up to the mountains of the heaven's shimmering storm foils Our minds like weightless carriages tear through light, lift us beyond Where the mirrors part and shadow and fire twist in and out of voids And chasms lay open wide the secrets of those once distant apparitions
Do You Do Darkness?
Do you do darkness? Do you close your eyes to breath in the substance of
Red Rainbow Halos
I watched a moon show last night Somehow it made everything al'right The sky was emptying down universe in its amazing way An expanding concave surface breaching billions of galaxies far away
The Guy I Saw
His jaw Was clean and lean And colors reflected twice as sharply Amongst the flickering glints
Come To Life
Was winding back on the coil Again So I stopped Now I’m reaching out to the void to feel … yes …good …
Untie In Thought: A Poem For Heath Ledge...
Let's say a prayer for him Celebrate tears not the death of a dream
Open the folds; reveal A love no one can steal The fire of my soul The man that makes me whole,
Lost in the days’ powers I devour nameless hours Though somewhere inside me the substance of your absence keep thoughts of you awake Now I know what it means to wander
the ash smothered,
sponges of cloud
wiping slowly at
the blurred screen
of a serenely blue sky
And from the distance
they are pencil stroke moustaches
the invisible faces made by the wind
as it passes by.
11 August 2003