Primrose Path

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Down the primrose path we go
Promises wrapped up with a bow
Where we will land
We’ll never know
Down the path we go

On the primrose path we’ll find
All the choices left behind
Are they cruel
Are they kind?
As the truth unwinds

Down the primrose path unknown
Where the fields are overgrown
Many secrets
Hide unshown
When we walk
We walk alone

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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In desolation we may fly
Be free
When all is lost
Then nothing’s left to lose
And nor are we
A broken road
Is still a way
And all we may believe
In desolation we are reborn
And free

In devastation we may build
And grow
When all was lies
There’s nothing left to prove
And less to know
A kingdom’s just
A promise overthrown
In devastation’s harvest
Let us sow

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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Watery Light

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This watery light
Awakens my soul
I have slept too long
But warmth upon my eyelids
Bids them open
And gaze out
Of my prison
Made of imagination’s stone
And ponder flight and freedom
And to swim
And swim alone
To atone

Too long in darkness
Have I dwelt
Of my own choice
Like the citadel of guilt
Was comfort on its own
But light upon the water
Reminds me
of my greater home
The chance to fly
And answer all
the questions why
And to atone

c) Helen Valentina

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This golden dawn
Arising in precious metal
The woman rides the dragon’s back
Oh, what a morning!
The world holds its breath
To see her in her glory

In a ballgown
Made of fallen starlight
Weaved with with sun
She is everything
Kingdoms rise and fall
She endures beyond the veil
Awaiting this perfect moment
To be born

(c) Helen M Valentina 2017

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Early morning fog
Clear the path for journeying
Beyond the mist

All roads will lead
To where the glory yet dawns
At the break of day

Clothed in grace of time
I’m warm against this winter
I will yet endure

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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The first level is the Raven
Initiate kneels and bows
Prostrate upon the floor
Awaiting touch and enlightenment
Following the calling
To this room
This day
This appointed hour

Dweller on the threshold
Between life and death
Facing the abyss
Where madness and loss define
The way you yet may fall
Facing it all
This day
This appointed hour

Returning on dark wings
Flying on knowledge
Travelling on nothing
But information borne
Of how the calling beckons
To this room
This day
This appointed hour

(c) Helen Valentina 2017

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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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