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Beyond Borders

Posted on December 4, 2013 by Helen

No-borders (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s unconscious these barriers
We erect here between us
Like something chosen then forgotten
So we can’t see the lines we drew
So it seems within us essentially
As just the place we split apart
And the hidden road to harmony
Something that we never knew

Is there yet a path to find them
Beyond borders we create
To re-write our pointless rules
And find a perfect resting place?
If we could yet here remember
What our initial choices were
We may at last surrender
To a far more needed grace

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged barriers, belief, borders, choice, choices, decisions, image, Psychology, Relationships, self-image, truth | 10 Comments

Songs of Love

Posted on December 4, 2013 by Helen

Tulip ‘love song’ {tulipa l.} (Photo credit: Drew Avery)

Songs of love
Sweet symphony
Softly surrender
Ceaselessly

Songs of joy
Sweetest refrain
Let us remember
Let love remain

Songs of love
Sweet melody
Softly seductive
Come now to me

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged alchemy, creativity, Love, love songs, melody, music, passion, Relationships, songs | 14 Comments

Rare Breeds

Posted on December 3, 2013 by Helen

Shadow Dexterous Robot Hand holding a lightbulb (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Rare breeds of human
Still survive
Their DNA intact
Their souls still individual

Robotic energy
Has thus far eluded them
They live and breathe
Within ancient history’s span

They cling to beliefs
Deny singularity
Religions still holds them
Conceptually

Rare breeds of human
Are our throwbacks to
A time when I was me
And you were you

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged choice, dark, denial, future, identity, madness, robotics, robots, sci fi, singularity, truth | 10 Comments

Bird of Prey

Posted on December 3, 2013 by Helen

Griffon Vulture Gyps fulvus in France (Pyrénées). Français : vautour fauve en France (Pyrénées)(Gyps fulvus) Deutsch: Gänsegeier (Gyps fulvus). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You are
A bird of prey
You fly above me
Watching carefully
You take your time
For your inventory
And then you swoop
You’ll be the death of me

You are
A vulture circling
You’ve tasted death
Upon the summer breeze
To see your glance
My very blood will freeze
Your killing is
A thing of slow degrees

You are
A bird of prey
Your heart is cold
Your needs are black
I’m just diversion
On your beaten track
I wait, anticipate
Your well-planned attack

You are
A bird of prey

Posted in Air, Poetry | Tagged Bird, Bird of prey, cruelty, dark, death, dissociation, fear, madness, Musings, Relationships, vulture, Wildlife | 7 Comments

Faith Heals

Posted on December 2, 2013 by Helen

Small White butterfly (Pieris rapae) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They say that faith heals
They say that prayers are heard
They say that the dove
Is God’s sweet, peaceful bird
They say adversity
Refines the soul of all
They say we rise
When we can see the fall

So many years
These truths have found a place
In churches old
We see the light of grace
They say we see
Truth best the day we die
Our soul awakens
Like some sweet butterfly

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, belief, faith, God, healing, Spiritual, truth | 12 Comments

Growing Pains

Posted on December 2, 2013 by Helen

A little girl
born in the world of man
A lesser being
Made to understand
Less touch and then
a lesser turning head
to see her pictures drawn
to hear the words she said

Within a family
exists the world entire
Here where the soul is formed
through this essential fire
How then to grow beyond
rules here so bestowed?
How is such hegemony
to be overthrown?

Bitter growing pains
as stretching, youthful limbs
meet waking minds
that recognise the grim
dictates of myths
and other needs, beliefs
How to make this joy?
How overcome the grief?

With knowledge comes
a true awakening
From this dire crucible
forgiveness may begin
Without this pain
much less you’ll come to know
Embrace the truth
It’s through the dark we grow

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, Aspiration, belief, beliefs, choice, family, favouritism, growing pains, growing up, growth, myhs, pain, Relationships, sexism, truth | 10 Comments

Byzantium

Posted on December 1, 2013 by Helen

May as well have been
In Byzantium
All history’s glory
Lost in tedium
Of the lost but free
Let me be the one
To have finished what
I have just begun

All hyperbole
And such drama here
Might just be the weather
At this time of year
But I feel this quest
Can you set me clear
So my life and purpose
Does not disappear?

May as well have been
In dark Egypt’s land
Building edifices
Time and tides withstand
Rather that than here
Where all hopes and plans
Seem to run aground
Where they just began

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged ambition, Aspiration, belief, Byzantine Empire, Byzantium, choice, denial, Egypt, truth | 2 Comments

Uneasy Listening

Posted on December 1, 2013 by Helen

X-Ray (Photo credit: Adrian Barnes)

Outside the rooms
Time moves slower
Sunlight has a volume
Trickling as gold
Through dirty curtains
The clock beat is ominous
Uneasy listening
And if you were to lean
Up against the wall to hear
You wouldn’t hear
What you want to hear….

Exoskeleton imagery
Who would think such stark pictures
Of one’s insides
Taken here on the outside
Would tell such tales?
Distorted visions and smudges
Like careless fingerprints
Speak volumes to ears
Stopped up with shock

Knowing is not always better
Than ignorance
At times like these we falter
Stepping back
Shaking heads in denial
It would be better
To wait forever for such news
Than to hear this diagnosis
In full

Outside the rooms
You wait to hear your name
To be called to corridors
And offices of pristine light
Where nothing can hide
As hushed voices intone
Uneasy listening
To your hopeless, waiting ears

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, belief, choice, dark, denial, diagnosis, fear, illnss, truth | 6 Comments

Psycopath – for Prompt 32 – Bridge

Posted on December 1, 2013 by Helen

English: Amygdala. Part of the social brain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

They say there is such a short distance
within the cerebral cortex to the amygdala
Tenuous bridge of thought that shimmers
with indeterminate, uncontrolled
reptilian response

These furrowed roads within
are fortune’s fool
and character as destiny trembles
on this molten precipice
behind the tears you show
in bright blue eyes

the impulses of anger, need
and overwhelming, demanding greed
and cruelty’s deep and fragrant seed
are very close, so close indeed….

Come cross this bridge with me….
Spin through temporal lobe epilepsy
The winding gyre unravelled and free….

Your lips are a whiplash memory
An insolent type of imagery
To show the travel propelling
across such ledges deep within
the way behind breaking like a ghost
in alien, ancient skin

The way is crossed
and in this world outside
another life is lost
you pay your ferryman
in pain and sin
And wait for further impulses
across this narrow bridge
to yet again begin
to yet again begin…….

For mindlovemisery’s prompt 32 at : http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2013/12/01/prompt-32-bridge/

A bit of a macabre bridge I chose, but I’ve just been watching a courtroom drama series about a serial killer…. 🙂