Wash Us Clean

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This glorious moment
Wash us clean
Pure rainfall is your gift
Undeserved but craved
Even in our closed and doubting minds

In youth the man
Cared not for matters of the soul
The world beckoned
As a thing of substance and life
Nothing shadowed came calling
Individual he stood
Knowing himself little
And little caring

This perfect moment
Wash us clean
Let the water expunge
Every selfish thought
Even in our closed and doubting hearts

In age he learned
Something slept within awaiting the day
It could awake and open
His blinded, tired eyes
And then the city glories seemed
But dull to a palate
Yearning to be refined
To be whole

This blessed moment
Wash us clean
Let the torrent
Of the waking soul arise
Even in our closed and doubting soul

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Angel here attend me
I am dying
Though my wounds and scars invisible
Are not counted in the fallen
Just a slow inexorable procession
To a dusty end

Angel please release me
I am broken
Though the world around believes me
To be full of life and joy
Within the pain is unalloyed
Till dusty end

Angel yet forgive me
Unrepentant yet
Still desperate for my Father’s face
And what may be yet given
Of understanding grace
At dusty end

Angel here attend me
Your sworn allegiance
Is to such misshapen as me and mine
Do not discriminate
Or judge my weakness harsh
At my dusty end

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Exciting News! MY GRL Re-Launch!!!


I’m delighted to spread the word of the re-launch of John Howell’s My GRL – a brilliant, fast paced and totally enjoyable first instalment of a wonderful thriller trilogy.

The cover is new and the book edited once again to enhance the experience. What is really nice is the price has been cut for the introduction. You can buy the kindle version for a special introduction price of

Here’s the blurb.

John J. Cannon successful San Francisco lawyer takes a well-deserved leave of absence from the firm and buys a boat he names My GRL. He is unaware that his newly purchased boat had already been targeted by a terrorist group. John’s first inkling of a problem is when he wakes up in the hospital where he learns he was found unconscious next to the dead body of the young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

Here is the link to Amazon for the Kindle version: 

Here is the link to Amazon for the Paper version: 


Check them out and read the first few pages on Amazon.
Also, you can check out John Cannon’s other two adventures, as well as, the new My GRL at John W. Howell’s Author Page




Author Bio

John began his writing as a full-time occupation after an extensive business career. His specialty is thriller fiction novels, but John also writes poetry and short stories. His first book, My GRL, introduces the exciting adventures of the book’s central character, John J. Cannon. The second Cannon novel, His Revenge, continues the adventure, while the final book in the trilogy, Our Justice, launched in September 2016. All books are available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle editions.

John lives in Port Aransas, Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

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The universe is aching
Full and pregnant with possibility
Birthing new worlds
Far above our sight
No telescope can see
The celestial writhing and delight
This Holy night

A fecund revolution
Dying stars have sacrificed
Their souls to feed
A new born child
Rock and fire formed
No love or loss could here requite
This Holy night

Mere consciousness is breaking
Androgyny and progeny
Dreaming new forms
Made of hope and light
We’ll never understand it
How its teeth will gnash and bite
This Holy night

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Rising to the Light

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He said he was rising to the light
Each morning from the station
Up flights of stairs to sunshine
Every day he would say
I’m Orpheus returning
From the underworld
And I will not look back
I keep my life on track
By rising to the light

And even when stormclouds and rain
Reduced his goal to muted tones
No sunshine as his guide
Every day he would but smile
An umbrella in his pack
Kept our hero rising
And never looking back
There’s nothing he would lack
By rising to the light

I envied him his surety
That daily grind would yet inspire
To embrace this grimy world entire
The simplicity of hope
No anxiety could attack
The new man here ascending
And never looking back
He truly had the knack
By rising to the light

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Here the druids gathered
Under cover of mystical night
To commune with energies and entities
We have long forgot
And should they walk amongst us now
We see them not
We see them not

Carrying this legacy
More hidden in the secular
The rituals are cloaked in starlight
We have long forgot
And when they work among us now
We see them not
We see them not

Just stones in strange formation
Remind us of the majesty
Of spirituality we’ve born and yet
We have long forgot
And even in their silence
We see them not
We see them not

But power is eternal
It does not ebb and wane
Merely at the whim of vessels
That the world forgot
And when they spin their mysteries
We see them not
We see them not

(c) Helen valentina 2017

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Wish for me now
One little dream
Not what we have
What might have been
Not what you see
Find the unseen
Wish for me now
One little dream

Wish for the world
One little hope
Never the knife
Never the rope
Always the climb
Never the slope
Wish for the world
One little hope

Wish for me now
One little dream
Not just to flow
Floating downstream
Building our strength
Gathering steam
Wish for me now
One little dream

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Once we were royal
Our wings unfurled we flew
All we ever knew

Bloodline testament
Glory of the skies
Together we would fly

Now we are hidden
Wings tethered, broken hues
Nothing we could do

World ever changing
Lost all we have been
No more king and queen

Slumber for an eon
Till we claim the skies
One more chance to fly

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Yearning for the alpha and omega
The starting point
The peaceful end
All life flows
From sturdy oak and dappled leaves
At the centre
At the centre
Is all

Praying for the message of the heart
The beating truth
The wordless sound
Hear me now
Spread your roots so deeply
At the centre
At the centre
Is all

Comforted beneath your dappled boughs
Perfect rest
Rebirthed life
All begins
Nourish every aching soul
At the centre
At the centre
Is all

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Across the city the electricity yearns to touch
each trembling soul and I awake
in the middle of the night to tremble, shake
within my very core this deep earthquake
of being known
Our separateness we take for granted only choosing
where and how we embrace
but deeper truths we dare not face
Like splinters or like shattered glass
through unity each soul will pass
and differentiate at last
in being known
I’d cry to gods that are long gone
borne on electrical torrents and storms
to other lands and other souls less fickle
and less defiant than
our little selves
and we’re left sitting on the shelves
of ancient libraries of time
but through our electricity soft, sublime
for moments connection may be mine
and being known

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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