Sweet Lullaby

Sweet lullaby
As dusk approaches
Take me gently
On your way
Let me not weep
To see your dreamworld
Hold me tightly
Till the day

When I waken
Hear you singing
In a memory
In my heart
Not foresaken
Nor forgotten
This I’ll treasure
Should we part

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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The Return of Arthur

All hail Arthur’s return
The Once and Future King
To this modern land!

No world to save
No hordes to battle
Only Parliament
Royal lineages have become
Tabloid fodder

The ‘family’ is now
Best seen opening universities
Or giving Christmas messages

And what of Guinevere?
She’s a fashion plate
Kept unnaturally thin
Unless she’s pregnant
Paparazzi prize

And should Lancelot stray
Into her orbit
It will be trending
On Twitter

Forgotten Holy Grail
What use is purity
This millennium?
Since Camelot is now
An amusement park theme

Excalibur lies
Gathering dust in a museum
But you can see it
Half price Tuesdays
Bit of education for the kids….

 

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Hope

Hope

Shimmering promise
Tentatively I reach
Trembling with incalculable desire
Untouchable

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Butterfly Scars

Across her skin
scarified
Are the markers of all her pains,
her joys and hopes
raised high, cut deep within
starkly visible to the eye

This strange affliction
caused by surfeit of feeling?
These signs of tribulation
some may call ugly, bid her hide
each scar line behind clothing,
body paint and artifice

This visible history
arises from feeling, not from choice
Just stretching, yearning to grow
Strange perhaps, I’ll give you
But in this web of change
it only shows the process
of internal re-arrangement

It is her history upon her skin
Her growth and lessons
Her hopeful and hopeless heart
Looking odd to you, looking alien
I see others turn away

But this is only transformation
In her terms, all that she knows
Her journal of a journey
which others may not recognise
And I wonder to myself
in such moments, should she cry
Would the caterpillar say
‘How ugly is the butterfly!’

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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The Artistry of Flavour

Here is artistry
Flavours you combine
Perfect alchemy!

When you cook for me
In this way, divine
What this gives to me

Spice and condiments
Rich and tender meat
All the soul fulfills

Sweetest fruit
In dark chocolate dipped
Banish every ill

With this poetry
I might weave a web
To entice, beguile

Hope this offering
Pays it forward
How you make me smile

How your dishes here
Banish all my stress
My lost attitude

I have only words
But true magic here
Lies within your food!

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Some things we shouldn’t tolerate….

Why is it, in our modern world, we seem so tolerant of bad behaviour? Nowadays it seems if you are going to be a bastard, the trick is to get in first. It puts you above the reach of anyone who might call you out for the behaviour – it makes you inviolate. It is the person who reacts that gets the dis-approving frown.

We all know this, instinctively, these days. It creates a kind of quiet, conservative cowardice and a preparedness to put up with things we shouldn’t. I do this too. I’m not criticising others who react like this, I’m trying to understand. Think of how we tend to react to rudeness these days. I’m like anyone else – if someone starts over-crowding me unreasonably on public transport, or pushes in in a queue – I tend to do nothing, turn away, brood in silence.

I don’t think I’m alone.

Because this tolerance – and quite frankly resilience – is expected of us. It’s a cultural norm that has risen to a kind of badge of honour – we don’t ‘dob’ on someone. We don’t sound the alarm. But this creates a paradox of morality. We may not speak when we should. We create or enable unpleasant and unreasonable circumstances in our attempt to seem neither unpleasant nor unreasonable. Sometimes we need to speak up, even if that means we break this cultural code. Because some actions shouldn’t be tolerated.

I’m not sure how common this is – across cultures other than my own. I suspect it is quite widespread. Bullying on the internet seems to know no cultural boundaries, and follows a similar pattern. It’s common for the bullies to come out swinging, but then – on the rare occasion they are called on the behaviour – to whine they are bullied. Yes, it might seem hypocritical to bully the bully, but surely that is preferable to being the original bully? At least it is in response to something, delivering your message in the only language, perhaps, that the bully understands.

They will tell you it’s childish to point out who started a conflagration, but sometimes it’s also the entire point. It’s insidious. You can be as cruel as you want as long as you are just ‘stating your opinion’, and anyone who calls you on the unnecessary nastiness of the words or actions is somehow violating your basic human right to express yourself. I don’t know about you, but I kind of like opinions that are informed, for a start – just being the first to be cruel doesn’t somehow imbue the words with greater import, accuracy or wisdom. Cruel is cruel, right through. It’s not necessarily intelligent.

Or strong. I remember listening years ago to a group of some would-be Wiccan types. Now I have nothing against alternative spiritual paths and those that genuinely follow them, but these girls were all about how ‘dark’ they were, how ‘evil’, how ‘damned’ (and this was before the Twilight phenomenon!). It became clear that their claims were a type of deluded talisman – if they were the darkest, the most damned, then they would have nothing to fear – they would be mysterious and powerful! And glamorous!

But evil isn’t glamorous. It’s running into Ted Bundy on a deserted highway. It’s a pack of school and cyber-bullies taunting another to suicide. It’s a grifter conning an old age pensioner out of their life savings. It’s banal and putrid, usually mad and weak, nothing to aspire to here.

A new age healer recently expounded to me that the best way for someone to get over abuse was to recognise they were solely responsible for their reaction to it and that they had allocated the term ‘bad’ to the behaviour when it was just ‘behaviour’, nothing more. Moreover, to ‘get over it’ they would need to go and apologise to the abuser for daring to judge the original behaviour. Good grief!! And he was serious! I wanted to ask him if one of his clients absconded with his product without paying if he could recognise it wasn’t ‘bad’ behaviour, or criminal, just behaviour, and if it vexed him for a moment would he go and apologise to them???

I don’t know. Maybe his philosophy made him feel safe. It seemed to come from that weird distortion of karmic/energetic theory that says if you don’t think negative thoughts then negative things won’t happen to you. Bit too close to ‘blame the victim’ for my taste. Bit too much like magical thinking.

Bullies seem to find the sweet spot of their victims with the unswerving precision of vultures circling the exposed bellies of rabbits. I know that psychology might say attackers are just projecting their own self-loathing, but hey, maybe they are right to loathe themselves. Try being nice for a change. See the difference?

But we are silenced somehow, about this. I’m not even sure when or how this happened, how it grew out of social interactions into this silent, monolithic truth. I only know that now we are told we cannot judge, we must be ‘tolerant’. Even of other smaller, specific, targeted intolerances it seems. Or rudeness. Or cruelty. Well, presuming they get in first (then they get the cultural free pass). Reacting to it just makes you the cruel, rude one. Apparently.

This runs like a silent secret under our human interactions. It dictates the terrible social hierarchy from high school into the hereafter. It shrouds the web like some lurking disease.

Isn’t it time this stopped? Isn’t it time we took stock? Isn’t it time we said that enough is enough, and that bad behaviour is just bad behaviour? I get that in the end we are masters, or mistresses, of our own destiny, and we can choose to ignore or turn the other cheek. But sometimes the other cheek shouldn’t turn. And no amount of us stepping back and adjusting our attitude to the slings and arrows changes the fact that sometimes the other person’s action is just wrong.

I admit it. I hate bullies. I hate self-obsessed behaviour that wants the whole world to be its mirror and to be always central stage, always first, always with the most toys, no matter what impact it has on others or how much cheating and subterfuge is required to make it so.

So I am intolerant. I am judgemental. Of that. I don’t think we should tolerate that behaviour. In ourselves, or anyone else. And I despair of the fact that so deep in our culture these days is this queasiness with calling it out, which sometimes means we’d rather ignore it, or- even worse – side with the bully, rather than call it out and make it stop.

You’ve got to be cruel to be kind. Rubbish, you’ve got to be kind to be kind. What’s so hard about that?

Addendum: Just wanted to pop back to clarify one thing – when I talked of the would-be Wiccans above I did not mean to imply I think Wicca is about darkness or cruelty – I know it isn’t. My point was that it was the fact that these people gloated about being evil and dark while also claiming to be Wiccan that betrayed something else was going on. As I noted, I respect those who genuinely follow positive paths, whatever they may be.

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For Beauty’s Sake

For beauty’s sake I take the brush
And soft caress my face
In shadowed contours may I hide
The flaws I would replace
Till gathered in conformity
I vanish without trace?

These colours of the fashion world
Might jar against my skin
And yet I don them slavishly
And pray yet to be thin
I know not where this mask may end
And where I may begin

Denying sweetness, denying all
Commit to strange regimes
But when we think we have a choice
It’s never as it seems
I rail against reality
Disappointing all my dreams

You’ll never be too rich, too thin
I ponder on these words
And now, just like a surgeon’s knife
They turn to vicious swords
This quest is simple, yet I know
Self defeating and absurd

I yearn to have been pretty born
I wish I had that charm
That makes mere strangers stop and turn
And with a blush disarm
But wish too hard now for a dream
You only come to harm

For beauty’s sake I re-arrange
What nature with me blessed
I scrutinise the mirror now
My judgement un-impressed
I want what I can never have
My own true self repressed

The artist pausing as they paint
Might bid me that I try
Some artifice and makeup here
To mimic symmetry
And even as I nod and smile
Within I fall and die

For beauty’s sake……

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Balancing

When we speak
I listen mainly
Listen mainly to you
Don’t I?

I accept the pattern
Settled early with us
I am the audience
And you the star

But occasionally
Even the understudy
Has something, something
To say

When you cut me off
Mid sentence, look away
I’m left hanging
Always surprised

I still expect some generosity
Reciprocity, balance
After all this time
Even now

And I reflect
How strange it is
Those that speak most of sharing
Seldom do

And you’re riffing
On your own melody
The best I can do
All that is required

Is to sing along
Jilted harmony, second string
I’m not supposed to have
My own song.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Where Do They Go To?

Where do they go to, when they go?
Deep in the river
Under the snow
Up in the treetops
Wing across air
Where do they go to
When were they there?

What do they find there, when they first seek
The courage of heroes
Strength of the meek?
Food for the spirit
Solace for soul
If they first fractured
How are they whole?

Where do they go to, when they go?
Rich men will wonder
Beggars may know
With sweet surrender
Comes this strange sight
Where do they go to
From whence alight?

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Life needs a little…Leverage

So, I understand ranting is acceptable on a blog, and in the interests of experimenting with different types of posts, plus to get something off my chest – quite frankly – I thought, why not?

Yesterday I was talking with my best friend about something we are both lamenting – the cancellation of the television show Leverage.

For those unfamiliar with this fantastic series (and I suggest you do yourself a favour and familiarise yourselves 🙂 ) it pits the considerable brains, skills and muscle of five supposed ‘bad guys’ – a grifter, a hacker, a thief, a muscleman and ‘the man with the plan’ against the wide array of corporate, political and other malfeasance on offer in this big, bad world of ours. A bit like the british TV series Hustle, but better, in my humble opinion. With amazing wit, dexterity and complex planning they won one for the little guy, week after week, which was deeply satisfying on a philosophical, spiritual level and also just sheer entertainment.

Now I have to admit that part of the appeal for me is watching Christian Kane flex his highly impressive musculature, so I am shallow. But he flexes those muscles in a righteous manner, for honour, and to protect the innocent – goddamnit!!! – so it isn’t that shallow…

Hhhmm…well… moving right along now…..

Anyway, it was one of the most clever programs on TV for ages, and its loss is just not acceptable. How do these TV executives make their decisions? By throwing darts? By applying an inverse proportional algorithm to decisions – the more accomplshed the show the less likely they are to keep it on air? I know they have done five seasons, but come on! They give far more to those formulaic police procedurals where the only difference from one to the other is the cast (I exclude Castle from this with the excellent Nathan Fillion as that is also very clever…and yes, that is probably another sign of my shallowdom, he is very handsome too….)

But seriously, there was something more to Leverage – not just its cleverness, but its heart. In a world where the average person is a hostage to the decisons of the rich and powerful, it was just glorious each week to see them outsmarted. It filled a deep, inner need for justice and balance. It made one feel good. And I know it doesn’t reflect life really, but wouldn’t it be great if it did, and in any case, that’s what entertainment is for, to lift us out of ourselves for a moment or two. Surely.

I don’t want reality TV – I have enough reality in my day to day life, thank you very much. Give me somthing creative, something more, for godsake!!!

Losing a great TV show is rather like coming to the end of a truly great novel, surveying your bookshelves and knowing nothing, nothing, nothing is going to come close in your novel world for quite some time. It is a sheer sense of loss and disappointment before you even start another book.

I most recently felt that having voraciously read my way through all the Jeff Lindsay Dexter novels. I came to them via the show (another great one, by the way) but the books are even better. Slyly, wickedly funny – how many times in your life will you laugh out loud to the musings of a serial killer? Yes, I know how that sounds, but the writing is that good.

But at least in the case of the Dexter novels I can hope some more will be produced. Not so Leverage, it seems, unless the rumours of a movie come to fruition (but given they have those rumours about most cancelled TV series I won’t hold my breath).

I want to see bad guys taken down by cleverer good guys! I want to see the little guy triumph through the help of interesting, multi-layered and somewhat flawed but still great ‘guardian angels’! I want to see something that makes me laugh, and think, and even cry! I want my life to have some…Leverage.

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