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Air of crystal
A thousand years waiting
Peaceful, still
The earth is breathing slow
Beneath the ice and water
Waiting to be born
On such a perfect morn
Frozen like perfection
A god’s painting
Which he cannot dispossess
Held like a gem
Within his ancient hand
On such a perfect morn
Trembling to be born
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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Twilight becomes me
The purple-black shade of in-between
Stars struggle to ignite
In an opaque sky
Moments before the light
Falls as broken wings
Years of waiting have become
Mere sacred ritual
The white, the red, the black
I light this candle to a god
Who departed long ago
Into indifference
Sullen son of a betrayed mother
You took such foolish risks
To prove me wrong
You spun your lies
And then you strung up all our pain
Like fire-flies captured
In your bleak heart song
Midnight befalls me
Each creeping hour relentless
Excoriating every day
Does it matter that I prayed
So desperate this morning
So that by dull nightfall
My sorrow could be adequately displayed?
Twilight becomes me
Spinning in this gyre
I’m a mistress to the mystery
And begotten by the fire
As though for one brief moment
Even heaven is inspired
But I’m falling as all fall here
Just imposters, merely liars
(c) Helen Valentina 204, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/06/22/prompt-61-toska/
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These hallway steps lead to nowhere
or to somewhere far, far worse
I’ve heard it told in whispered corners
all these things that they would warn us
Talk of devils and of danger and a curse
These hallways steps lead downwards
seem to spiral and expand
There’s pain laced within the shadows
Vows and promises – we can’t know
if we fall if we will break and where we land
These hallways steps are delusion
Drunk dissociation’s worst
As a child just creeping down them
holding fears like we would drown them
we made our history within this fractured verse
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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He said that he may ask but once
And should you get your answer wrong
The whiplash on your skin would tell
Your misery and your dullard’s song
He said that should he ask you twice
If generous natured was his heart
To give full chance to get it right
He’d make your fresher fears depart
He said that should he ask you thrice
His patience would be surely strained
Your back would surely feels his blows
With all the doubt that there remained
And if a fourth time you were wrong
Or if his wisdom you denied
You’d find your questions and your pride
With silence unto death replied
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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These streets beyond are narrow, dark
Their lights wink with a dying grace
Within the perimeter of the park
They come to find the killing place
Their hooded garb and blackened cloaks
Hide centuries of deep regret
You hear the music, see the smoke
The blood-red loss you can’t forget
Yet none may speak the reason why
The ritual repeats once more
And any drivers passing by
Forget what they came looking for
The moon is hung with ancient shame
By morning light there is no trace
Of practices too dark to name
They found within the killing place
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These pieces are missing
These pieces are gone
The fondest of memories
The dreams dreamt upon
They are gone
These eyes are so heavy
They’re burdened with pain
Saying the same things
Again and again
She’s in pain
So lost in confusion
So little the spark
Treading the hallway
Alone in the dark
Where’s her spark?
Her loved ones in grief
She’s already gone
These pieces are missing
The darkness has won
She is gone
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For solothefirst’s prompt at: http://solothefirst.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/writing-prompt-alzheimers-disease/
Your beautiful face
Etched upon my memory
Of pity, no trace
Deeper muse to me
Arising from your dark eyes
Beguiled fantasy
There is no surprise
The wellspring in this place
What depths comprise
Your beautiful face
Repeating in the heart of me
This most sacred space
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I
I am weightless
I am flying
through the perfect sky
And I
I am free at last
I have no boundaries
being weightless
I
I feel so innocent
and so pure of heart
in both mind and soul
That now
as winter’s darker depths
shake autumn’s golden bough
I have hope
I
I am weightless
I am dancing
with celestial spheres
But see
I am yet grounded
I break new bread each day
with gratitude
I
I am weightless
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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Skulls tell the story
Of transitory glory
Caught betwixt and between
Fit for a queen
The Baron does his dance
For more than circumstance
Just see him dance!
Deadly nightshade flower
Relinquishing each hour
Spirits are on fire
Death’s a jesting liar
The Baron’s lilting cry
Is shattering the sky
But hear him cry!
Bartering your soul
Make your halves fit whole
Black and white combine
Demonic and divine
The Baron calls the tune
A rising blood-red moon
Just hear his tune!
(c) Hele valentine 2014, All Rights Reserved
Slicing flesh
So fine no blood erupts
from translucency
Whisper cruel,
deluded pride corrupts
all human decency
Sweet laced words
that hide your whiplash smile
Qualified support
Friendship’s mask
will shield the crocodile
from well deserved retort
We’re the thing
our actions prove us be
behind every lie
I can wait
for others yet to see
your words so dark and dry
Grabbing prize
This brittle battleground
Public mimicry
Such deep truth
within your soul is found
corroded jealousy
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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