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Posted on July 18, 2013 by Helen

How oft I find when I am wearied most
And weakened by the stresses of the day
Tis then I’m called upon to be the host
For those that grieve, or other fears allay
When I could cheerfully sound my final call
Or seek support or comfort from a friend
It’s then that I instead am asked to fall
And be the rock on which all else depend
But there is wisdom in the world’s demand
Through selfless realignment of my view
I find a deeper truth perhaps is planned
My fears retreat the more I’m asked to do
Here find a blessing runs my pain aground
True pleasure through a gift to others found

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Sweet Derangement

Posted on July 18, 2013 by Helen
lsd therapy

lsd therapy (Photo credit: Luciana Christante)

Sweet derangement of the senses
Brittle voices, mission bell
Truth distorted, past defences
Secrets too bizarre to tell

Acid dreams and cocktail fancy
Spread-eagled specimen here lies
From some pit of necromancy
Comes the darkened lord of flies

In the morning all’s forgotten
Just a dreamland far away
And such children here begotten
Are but markers on the way

Sweet derangement of the senses
Wishing on a fallen star
Cut through all your vague pretences
Show completely who you are

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Falcon

Posted on July 17, 2013 by Helen
Falcon

Falcon (Photo credit: Stephen & Claire Farnsworth)

The falcon has escaped
The falconer’s reach
Soaring triumphant
Across blue-black sky

A piecing eye
Blinks careful against the cold
There are harbingers here
In winged flight

The aim has faltered
Man is bested
A moment’s conflagration
Passes in silence

The falcon carries knowledge
Of risk and escape
Like a talisman against
The predator’s intent

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I Am To You

Posted on July 17, 2013 by Helen

I am to you oracle
Friend of the future
Telepath of mystery
Forgotten hope

I am to you sustenance
In a desert
Feast of attention
Celebrating inner lack

I am to you succour
For endless hunger
Your quiet, dignified desperation
Is my altar of need

I am to you more
Than I can ever fulfil
But you are to me balance
And choice, to given and give freely
Even when the well
Has run dry

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Speak

Posted on July 16, 2013 by Helen
Head of Hera with diadem. Marble, Roman copy f...

Head of Hera with diadem. Marble, Roman copy from the Imperial Era after the “Barberini Hera” type, 5th century BC. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Even now
In the dread, dark
Quiet
Of preternatural night
I speak
In solemn whispers
To you

Some times
I rail as Hera abandoned
By Zeus
His myriad infidelities
Though I know
You never really belonged
To me

Some times
I rain down my accusations
My pain
For your deep dishonesty
All the while
Knowing you can never, ever
Atone

Other times
I might provide succour
To damage
That crosses your dead lifeline
Like falling leaves
Before the rank winter of
Your soul

Even now
As dawn breaks hesitant to
Grey skies
Ushering in cold morning
I speak
To ears that cannot listen
To you

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Moon

Posted on July 16, 2013 by Helen
Acitrezza Faraglioni Moon Rise Sicilia Italy I...

Acitrezza Faraglioni Moon Rise Sicilia Italy Italia – Creative Commons by gnuckx (Photo credit: gnuckx)

Like the mystic
Let me fall
A time of unity
Yet recall

To the Beloved
Let me cleave
Let the ego
Perish, leave

Let the spirit
In me shine
Nought for me
For all is Thine

In these moments
We commune
You shine as sun
I glow as moon

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Corruptio Optimi Pessima

Posted on July 15, 2013 by Helen
Pilate, Washing His Hands

Pilate, Washing His Hands (Photo credit: elycefeliz)

This fervour
Honestly felt
To secure
The common wealth
To minister to
The country’s health
Enters the school
Of ways and means
To be mentored
By silent stealth

This Creator
This god: Choice
And the patterns
Of unique voice
On this promise
Duly hoist
Each day with
Incremental goals
Find reasons
To rejoice

One by one
Comes compromise
Political ploys
In loyalty’s guise
Seeking Pilate’s
Dull surprise
Leading you down
Corruption’s petty road
Before you
Can recognise

All dreams
But broken vows
Not the you
Of then; but now
Beyond what principle
Would allow
You rise each day
A demon’s falcon
And you know you
Now must bow

Corruption of best
Is the worst
Putrification can’t
Be reversed
Rationalisations are
Rehearsed
But in these hallowed
Halls of infamy
You become the thing
You’ve cursed

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights reserved

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Anonymity

Posted on July 15, 2013 by Helen
Silouhette

Silouhette (Photo credit: hugovk)

No face
To this name
No trace
Are we
What we claim
Re-traced?
Could we
In this game be
Replaced?
No face
To this name
No trace

Unknown
Day to day
Alone
Here we
May yet pray
Atone
All the
Debts we pay
Postpone
Unknown
Day to day
Alone

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Resolve

Posted on July 14, 2013 by Helen

Resolve now
to remember
Resolve
to atone

Resolve
This agenda
cannot be
postponed

Resolve
to recover
Resolve
to protect

Resolve
to be chosen
To be one of
the elect

Resolve
to be strong
Resolve
to be sure

Resolve
to absolve
all who’ve been
here before

Resolve now
to remember
Resolve
to atone

Resolve
This agenda
cannot be
postponed

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Damage

Posted on July 14, 2013 by Helen
Schism

Schism (Photo credit: lukeroberts)

I have a scar line
A schism of sin
For many years a tiny tear
Hidden within
Days pass, it ruptures
Silent and sure
All of this damage
Floods to the floor

I have a smile now
Stretches my face
For many years part genuine
Part grace
Years pass and you come
Open the door
All of this damage
Floods to the floor

I have a weakness
Inside my mind
Made me a believer once
So blind
I guess in the end
This is what you were for
All of this damage
Floods to the floor

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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