Poetic Spring Gardens: Oscar de la Renta Spring 2012

The Oscar de la Renta, Spring 2012 collection is Phenomenal and inspiring… Here I’ve joined some personal works of poetry with amazing Runway picks that got my creative juices flowing. Enjoy the energizing brights and flowing fabrics.


Blankets laid. Green satin grass promenading across curvaceous landscapes. The trees soaking in every sun ray as if it were a large glass of lemonade. And even though the paved roads are like wine stains tainting mother natures veils train, they allow my feet to find grace…To climb this mountains pale face- lined with wild flowers like pink lace speckled with glitter. This is my dream place. Wrapped around the earth is Gods grace. -Zen Stiles (Cycle Bliss)


Like a warm spring breeze unexpected, your cascading self essence became the dominating presence in the lessened world in which my afflicted soul took residence. And like rain showers that pour… leaving the earth yearning for more to absorb… I couldn’t sleep without my portion. I couldn’t sleep with out my Roman. Now I lay in this bed in complete solace hoping spring breezes never cross my province or loam. I am a beautiful woman all alone. Happier in this moment than ever before. Even with this acid rain streaming scars down my face. Even with the residue of love in my mouth I’m still forced to taste. I dream in poetry. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Acid Rain’)


I’m AWAKE in this moment. ALIVE and scolding. Aware of my SELF with childhood dreams soaring. up up Up.. and contrary to all that I may believe about myself… Woman I am Golden! (inhale, exhale and repeat) I am Golden! Bold and with confidence bulging. I’m conquering without knowing where my path may take me. Excited about my YES NO and MAYBE’S. Today I am beauty and brainy. I’m a classy fucking lady and you best believe that this world is mine for the taking. -Zen Stiles (Freestyle)


Astonishing. Brilliant. Conqueror. Queen. Extraordinary. Powerful. Positive. Chief. Champion. Mind-blowing. Feminist. Fabulous. Incredible. Winner. President. CEO. Heaven sent. Mademoiselle. Princess. Wife. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Lover. Seductress. Siren. Sexy. Sultry. Relevant. Confident. Funny. Fascinating. Feminine. Fierce. Outstanding. Outrageous. Lady. Misses. Out of this world. Virtuous. Wonderful. Superb. Independent. Intelligent. Impressive. woman. -Zen Stiles (Goddess)


So warm, this place where scorn can not touch my skin- where I lay naked, blameless and fameless. Hungering for nothing. Perfectly and willingly empty. Patiently waiting for the induction of every spiritual seduction that will guide the potters hand, as he molds my treading soul without form, permeating through the sands of time. In this moment the hour-glass is mine. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Spawn’)


I may never get married. I’m thinking of grabbing a Kayak and heading out to the Zambezi in Africa or perhaps going out to Hawaii and taking up surfing as a profession or maybe trekking through Europe with nothing but my Foxy good looks and my trusty Swiss army knife with 6 functions. If it comes down to it; I may just hop in a hooptie and explore our beautiful homeland starting with the Appalachians. All the while I plan to write, paint and create designs for T-shirts, Totes and Thongs. OR Maybe it’s better not to know what tomorrow brings …. Maybe being excited about today and the MYSTERY of tomorrow is the TRUE ADVENTURE. -Zen Stiles (Excerpt from ‘Inspiration’)


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size- But when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, it’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can’t touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see. I say, It’s in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. Now you understand Just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It’s in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, ‘Cause I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. -Maya Angelou (‘Phenomenal Woman’)


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