Journey

Posted on November 18, 2017 by Helen

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Each year it turns
This ancient world
My boat is tilted
Toward the moon’s hopeful light
There is land in sight
And there is comfort
This good night

I am aging
Like the wood
Of this sturdy boat
My bones creak
And sometimes moan
The ferryman
Still out of sight
This good night

Thoughtful moon
Hangs the world for me
Against this starry sky
It will beckon me
By and by
But not this year
And not this night
This good, good night

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Confused

Posted on November 11, 2017 by Helen

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I’m confused
Can you see?
Can you decipher
Easily?
Can you help
Please help me?

I’m distorted
On my face
No linearity
No safe place
I’m pathetic
A disgrace

Normal service
Will resume
There’s no need
To auto-tune
I’ll return here
Very soon

I’m disjointed
In my soul
I’m just longing
To be whole
I will beg you
I’ll cajole

Please don’t flee me
I am fine
I’ll be normal
In good time
Let our souls touch
Let’s entwine

I’m confused
That is all
Won’t you answer
My sweet call?
I’m not me
Not me at all

(C ) Helen Valentina 2017

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King of His Lonely Domain

Posted on November 4, 2017 by Helen

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They said that he was mighty
A warrior of the flame
From vengeance or from victory
His soul did not refrain
But then he saw her beauty
And understood the stain
Or power and of infamy
Of how all viewed him fearfully
King of his lonely domain
After she came
Never the same, never the same

His heart could crush so easily
In adoration’s game
He gazed from windows longingly
Whispering her name
For she had struck him soulfully
And knowing now the flame
Of reaching for her hopelessly
Knowing she would fear and flee
King of his lonely domain
After she came
Never the same, never the same

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Angel Part Two

Posted on October 28, 2017 by Helen

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She wept when she fell
All these stories she could tell
Black winged descent
Into the solitude
The separation
That is hell

She covered her face
No mercy to embrace
Fallen creature
Perfect avatar
For humanity
For our race

There were angels in those days
They fell to earth so many ways
It might be that we could fly
To take their place

She wept when she fell
I knew her heart too well
I couldn’t rise above
My own black soul
And so we stood
But stood apart
In perfect hell

(c ) Helen Valentina 2017

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Angel Part One

Posted on October 21, 2017 by Helen

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She was blistering white
Heaven’s finest
We trembled at her sight
And yet her beauty
Illuminated the night
So stellar, so bright

Her power cascaded
Across our unredeemed shore
She gave us her mercy
We clamoured for more
Her silvery voice
We could not ignore

But moments we saw her
Before she was gone
All these truths we inferred
And that we were wrong
We never averred
It just never occurred

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Entering

Posted on October 14, 2017 by Helen

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Entering from the very end
The follower plays chess
On empty boards
And runs down forest pathways
To unreachable lights
The ferryman is laughing
In this good but darkened night
And the clowns are crying
At the parties
We dismiss in our fevered flight
Jut looking for that tunnel
And the rabbit’s eerie sight
Tumbling down

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Deeper

Posted on October 7, 2017 by Helen

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Drawing deeper
Than ever before
The water will relinquish
Its power and secrets
She will thrive
In knowledge
And energy
Till she is whole

All life begins
Floating in fluids
Cosmic conducting
Of life force energy
She knows as she drinks
The force is within
Till she is whole

Ever, ever deeper
She will swim
In these depths
Once they are known
And they will give her
Her new home
Embracing in the chill
Down to her bones
Till she is whole

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Announcing the Launch of Circumstances of Childhood by John W. Howell

Posted on September 30, 2017 by Helen

Woo Hoo! A new John Howell novel! You know that will be too good to miss! Get your copy today! 🙂

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Circumstances of Childhood.

By John W. Howell

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Shipping on October 1st. Priced at $0.99 for the introduction.

This is a different story for John. It is in the Family Life genre and tells the story of brotherly love, riches to rags, redemption and a little paranormal thrown in. Normally John writes thrillers but this time he has stepped into a different place. This book was written with love for the story and the hope it will be an enjoyable read.

Here is the blurb:

When a former pro football star and broadcaster, now a Wall Street maven is accused of insider trading, will he be able to prove his innocence and expose those who are guilty?

Greg and his boyhood pal dreamed of big success in professional football and then later in business. Greg was the only one to live the dream. Now the founder of an…

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Let Me Fly

Posted on September 30, 2017 by Helen

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In these moments
Let me try
I can reach this
If I try
I am grateful
I’m alive

Feel it rushing
Through my soul
Deep yet weightless
Torn yet whole
I’m the rock
That learned to roll

In this blessing
Let me fly
Not to question
Reason why
I am grateful
I am I

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Moontide

Posted on September 23, 2017 by Helen

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Awaiting the waning moon
This lost sea-shore
At the last moments
Of earthly time
We counted the pebbles
As if in their number
Some final revelation
Of heavenly design
Would save us just in time, just in time

Silvery and sepulchral
Just ghosts in the making
Our flesh yet defiant
Withering on our bones
Reaching for each other
Yet terminally alone
We savoured the shore
The watery brine
As though it would save us
Just in time, just in time

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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