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We’ll be friends forever
Innocence is strength
All the cynics are wrong
They fall before simplicity
What it is to be
You and me
Safe in our little world
Trust is security
We’ll be friends forever
You and me
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
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Our china has broken
Like all our days
Little pieces on the floor
Just as the confetti spilled
At celebrations long ago
Too long ago
Our china has split apart
A testament to cracks
Within the foundation
Of a love once glorious
Now faded – all its light
Too long ago
Our china is swept up
Thrown away
So feet may not be cut
In its jagged story on the floor
The care to heal the wounds
Too long ago
Our china was white
So hopeful in this
Dismal failing light
And I will weep in silence
For a dream I held too close
Too long ago
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
Dark tower looming
This Aeon’s image
Time to fall
Destruction and decay
Dominate all horizons
Time to fall
All this violence
New birth pangs
Time to fall
Shed our skin
With blood and pain
Time to fall
Out of these ashes
Pheonix rising
What is born?
History’s devils
Now as angels
What is born?
We’re redundant
Just detritus
What is born?
Our time passing
New rules triumph
This bleak morn
Tower falling
Entropic process
Rest in peace
We’re forgotten
Dreams are broken
Rest in peace
What was honour?
What of struggle?
Rest in peace
Evolution
Is indifferent
Rest in peace
Old gods ponder
Revolution
Time to fall
Just the chessboard
Being cleared now
That is all
© Helen Valentina 2016
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/17/writing-prompt-july-17th-arcana-in-the-tower/
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This is me
Standing silent in the dark
Wondering if you’ll see
Wondering if in a moment
You may turn and speak with me
Wondering if you know I’m here
Or if you even care
Wondering if you’ll speak soft
Brush my hair
Have you any time and love to spare?
This is me
Just a lonely little girl
In a world of men
Wondering if I’ll count
If not now, ever and when?
Waiting for my turn to turn
See what is waiting there
Wondering should I use my voice
Or would I even dare
Do you have moment left to spare?
This is me
Though it’s many years ago
And time has dimmed the pain
And time has washed the fabric
Bleached it out again, again
Wondering if you remember
That I was standing there
Waiting for just a moment
Anywhere
And just a little, very little
Time and love to spare
(c) Hele Valentina 2016
The fishermen have gone
The seas bereft of life
A strange deceptive tranquility covers everything
We are but ghosts
Wandering through darkened streets
Not a sound from stamping feet
Chained to this memory of life
When even the essence is lost
Signposts of our travels
From one pointless place to another
Tease us with the thought
One road will lead us out
But it’s just a trick
A roundabout
Leading back to stasis
What is it to finally know?
In death there is a wider view
But only of banality
What once was sought is now too close
Replaying like a litany
And wisdom is too common
Like a taste upon my tongue
Gone rancid in the midday sun
You’ll search high and low
To no avail
Without fingertips we cannot touch
I do not miss that very much
But the burgeoning of hope
The thought that something
Is left to catch
To raise us up
Is just forlorn
The fishermen have gone
© Helen Valentina 2016
Everything reversed
Injustice is fair
Poverty street for old billionaires
Send in the clowns
Doing the crime
Power does no time
Beauty queen covered in rivers of slime
Send in the clowns
Each one of them clowns
Just when I thought
They would be caught
Finally thinking that life might
Give true report
Seeing that entrance again
With civility strong
What was then said
Everything’s wrong
It’s just a farce
Don’t you agree?
Innocent people go down
Criminals go free
I guess here are the clowns
There’ll always be clowns
They’re all we can see
Nothing to learn
Nothing to fear
Just go to sleep till its done
Don’t see it clear
The rule of the clowns
They should be brought down
Well maybe next year…..
With apologies to Mr Sondheim, written for : https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/07/08/friday-music-prompt-50-send-in-the-clowns/
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Little clockwork doll
Hold up your hands
And plead
Little clockwork doll
I have my needs
And greed
Little clockwork doll
You are the source
And seed
Little clockwork doll
My little slave
Unfreed
Little baby cry
I’ll do to you
As to me
Little baby cry
On this alone
We may agree
Little baby cry
We suffer now
We bleed
Little baby cry
I am the plant
You the seed
Little clockwork doll
Hold out your heart
And sing
Little clockwork doll
With fear is joy
I bring
Little clockwork doll
Your world so vast
Everything
Little clockwork doll
A little sleep
A sting
Little clockwork doll
All the many gifts
I bring
Little clockwork doll
A broken heart
Is everything
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
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Arthur is forgotten now
The glory of his Camelot
Mere shadows on the modern world’s barren floor
Where once a dream of honour reigned
Now only black and white is spoken
Reversed and in denial
Of the higher aspect of our kind
Blackened world of shadow and doubt
No quests call to knights of old
Our dreams are so much smaller
And all our honour sold
To the highest bidder in a battle
For fame and fortune
Like prophecies foretold
We do not wear our truth and heart upon our sleeve
Instead a mark upon our brow that we may move
within a modern, glittering, cruel terrain
And from all individuality refrain
Lest our head be removed from ignoble shoulders
Arthur is forgotten now
And no longer can return
Should he walk our streets he’d be shunned
Outdated and irrelevant
Baron kings now rule
In greedy, circumscribed worlds
And all of us mere players
Slaves and fools
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
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I have been alone so long
Visiting those parks where as children
we so freely played
As evening comes the moon is no comfort
and none of these creeping fears
may be allayed
I’ve even fallen at the chairs where once we sat
and I’ve deeply prayed
just to see your precious face one more time
I’ve lived alone so long
all the noise and fuss of childhood
but a distant memory
A message from a person I would
far prefer to be
But we become more what we are
as each year passes
and we are never free
from all the ravages and the mouldings of time
I will die alone ere long
In all my haste and my ambition
I scattered friends like fallen leaves
and it little matters now if I regret
or if I grieve
From our choices and our egos we are
never, ever freed
I’m just a puppet master to my puppet
who must fall as all will fall in wretched time
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
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Let me capture your dreams
In my golden web
Before they melt
Into the morning’s arms
Let me wander your world
Hitchhiker set free
So I may fall
Before your sweet charms
Let me carry my sword
A guardian of old
To ensure your sweet life
Is kept far from harm
(c) Helen Valentina 2016
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