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Lost Highway

Posted on February 4, 2014 by Helen

highway (Photo credit: scot63us)

A scratched message on a dirty mirror
In this rest room of this station
Spoke of coldness, spoke of mystery
And some deeper, dark elation
‘Come and join me’ it has whispered
‘Come and see me, come and play’
But I’m teetering on the verge now
Of this forsaken lost highway

Nameless girl’s sweet invitation
In what fabled year and day?
Was she in love, infatuation
Was something deeper on display?
All the promise of a beckoning
In this dark, dank, brittle place
Her lost highway just a beacon
But she’s floating out in space

And of what it was she found here
There is nothing, not a trace….

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged belief, choice, dark, delusion, dissociation, Dreams, loss, lost highway, madness, memory, message, mystery, service station, truth, wanderlust | 12 Comments

Autographed Paperback Book Giveaway: Red Clay and Roses by S.K. Nicholls

Posted on February 4, 2014 by Helen

This is a fabulous book, seriously one of the best I have ever read. Don’t miss out on this fabulous opportunity!!!

S.K. Nicholls

Help Spread the Word!

To celebrate “Red Clay and Roses” new availability as a paperback print on demand, I am having a Goodreads giveaway!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Red Clay and Roses

by S.K. Nicholls

Giveaway ends March 03, 2014.

See the giveaway details
at Goodreads.

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Every entry has four chances to win!

Two books and two Amazon gift certificates up for grabs!

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Waiting – for Prompt 41 Consuming Impatience

Posted on February 2, 2014 by Helen

My skin cracks and splits
Beneath this weight of hours
Emotions parched
This desert life has gripped me
Yet still has ill-equipped me
For its slow and steady
Portentous demands

There was that moment on the stair
Your hushed voice as you kissed my hair
Mere seconds saw our souls laid bare
But turn around and you’re not there

My heart so cold and dry
Beats more from habit than from need
Its rhythm lost
Your note that said ‘please wait for me’
Turned into shackles, never free
And each day in my mailbox
Nothing lands

A dream I once held very close
And cherished more than you supposed
It could have been a budding rose
Instead I find the counter closed

My muscles ache and groan
For time’s a bleak and fickle friend
My sinews locked
Such patience is a thing apart
Its cloying grace corrodes my heart
All promises mere tides on
Shifting sands

I’m waiting here beneath this sky
I’ll wait forever or till I die
Whichever’s first, I do not lie
But you, not time, will pass me by

For mindlovemisery’sprompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/02/02/day-41-consuming-impatience/

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged acceptance, belief, choice, dark, denial, Dreams, impatience, lost love, Love, memory, Musings, pain, passion, prompt, Relationships, truth, waiting | 20 Comments

From Paris With Love

Posted on February 1, 2014 by Helen

I LOVE PARIS (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The words spoke ‘with love’
But cut like a shard
Meaningless words
On a gilt-edged card

From Paris with love
So perhaps it is true
It was love from a city
And nothing from you

Not words of a lover
Not words from the heart
No lingering sadness
While we were apart

The words lied ‘with love’
Still hitting too hard
Meaningless words
On a gilt-edged card

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged belief, lost love, Love, pain, Paris, Relationships, truth, unrequited love | 16 Comments

Name

Posted on January 29, 2014 by Helen

I name you darkness
I name you death
I name you whispers
On dying breath

I name you coldness
I name you vice
I named you once and
I won’t name twice

I call your name now
I call you out
I call you certainty
Riddled by doubt

I call you wicked
I call you lost
I’ll call your piper
You name the cost

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged belief, dark, death, delusion, evil, identity, loss, madness, name | 22 Comments

Loved

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Helen

Anne Boleyn (Photo credit: seriykotik1970)

I loved you once
To power fell
A brittle neck
A deeper hell

I loved you twice
I made my claim
I changed my life
I changed my name

I loved you thrice
You turned away
You said I lied
That I betrayed

I’d love again
But time is gone
A deathless star
To wish upon

You’ll love again
You’ll pass me by
A brittle neck
A silent cry

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged Anne Boleyn, belief, betrayal, court, dark, delusion, denial, Henry V111, history, lost love, Politics, Tudor | 26 Comments

Dragon Dream – for Prompt 40 Sheer Wonder

Posted on January 26, 2014 by Helen

image credit: http://www.devinemiracles.com

Adrift in city streets at night
No cars in sight
I’m calling to a distant light
These stars indeed might fall for me
They might

A single child lost in despair
With no-one there
As susseration splits the air
My feet are bare, but you
Might care

Above the cityscape it flies
A lonely prize
A dragon bright before my eyes
I’m not surprised, I called and
It replies

A fractured memory
A dream to me
And into daylight I proceed
You cannot see and yet recall
Reality

The ship that hovered overhead
Will know I’ve bled
In blistering light, such tears I’ve shed
And I’ve been led, my story yet
Unsaid

I know at last what this has been
A puppet in between
It’s one part beauty, one obscene
And all we might have been, a dance
A dream

For mindlovesmiery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2014/01/26/prompt-40-sheer-wonder/

This is based on an amazing dream I had recently which certainly made me feel sheer wonder on awaking and recalling it. 🙂

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, alien, belief, dissociation, dragon, Dream, Dreams, memory, Musings, Spiritual, truth, UFO | 19 Comments

Big Launch in 2014 My GRL Fiction Thriller!!!!

Posted on January 25, 2014 by Helen

By John W. Howell

Now available on Amazon a new Fiction Thriller published by Martin Sisters Publishing

“My GRL by John W. Howell is fast-paced thriller that shows how your life can be turned upside down in the blink of an eye. . . It is a well-written story that kept me glued, page after page.” Readers’ Favorite Five Stars – Reviewed by Faridah Nassozi. See the entire review HERE

Click cover to visit Amazon

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 attractive young woman who sold him the boat in the first place. John now stands between the terrorists and the success of their mission.

Author Bio:

Photo by Tim Burdick

John W. Howell’s main interests are reading and writing. He turned to writing as a full time occupation after an extensive career in business. John writes thriller fiction novels and short stories. He also has a three times weekly blog at Fiction Favorites .

John lives on Mustang Island in the Gulf of Mexico off the coast of south Texas with his wife and their spoiled rescue pets.

Author Contact:

E-mail: johnwhowell.wave@gmail.com

Twitter: @HowellWave

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/john.howell.98229241

Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/johnwhowell

Be one of the first to read this exciting new novel, I know I want to be!!

Cheers

Helen V

Posted in Conversation, Fire | Tagged author, book promotion, indie publishing, John W Howell, new book, new thriller, promotion, thriller | 4 Comments

Shopping Spree

Posted on January 23, 2014 by Helen

Computer Mouse Isolated on White Background (Photo credit: Trostle)

I’ve been on an internet shopping spree
There’s something lost in the pit of me
Buy one of these and get another free!
I trade desolation for purchased glee

Click, click, click where it says buy
All else is useless, why even try?
What is this bargain I do espy?
Just want to laugh and no longer cry

I’ve been on an internet shopping binge
Deep within I’m really quite unhinged
With such prices how could I whinge?
I don’t feel my pain now, not one twinge

Click, click, click is a merry sound
If all your life is running aground
Here in the market are pleasures found
At least until your bills come around