Belladonna

English: The leaves of Atropa belladonna

English: The leaves of Atropa belladonna (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Belladonna dreams
Caricatures in extremis
Raise you from your deathly sleep
Parapets and kingdoms
Tunnels echoing and deep

Hallucinogens
Perspective disturbs and lengthens
Once more to touch your cheek
Ragged through these years
One more moment I would seek

Belladonna needs
From all earthly shackles freed
Lost love will rise again
And speak such words to me
The universe itself will bend

Wake now in fantasy
As near as breathe and life to me
Hear one more time your voice
I fall to sweet delirium
Without a care or choice

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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The Day That You Were Lost To Me

Eclipse and 'flare'

Eclipse and ‘flare’ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The day that you were lost to me
Somewhere between the sand and sea
Somewhere between the breath
And breathless dusty death
A raven flying homeward, finally free

That day the moon rose over the sun
Eclipsed all beauty, so overcome
And roiling in my grief
I lost all soul, belief
I was a simple beggar, come undone

The night I burrowed in your grave
All fiends and devils gladly braved
Annihilation so complete
Just falling at their feet
As though it yet might be that you were saved

The day that you were lost to me
Our joy, such wretched brevity
Somewhere in broken love
And deathless skies above
I ached for one last moment to believe

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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Curiosity is now available on Apple iStore!!!

See Curiosity Page above for more  details

See Curiosity Page above for more details

Hi

Curiosity is now on its global distribution journey courtesy of lulu.com and is now available on iStore – as well as in ebook or paperback on lulu.com, and as an ebook on Kindle.

If iStore is your thing and you are keen to read Curiosity, then the link to the iStore version is:

https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/curiosity/id745194071?mt=11

To celebrate I’m writing another Proof That the World Has Ended. For those unfamiliar with these proofs, the main character in the black comedy Curiosity, a young man named Peter, believes the world ended many years ago and nobody noticed. He writes a series of proofs in his journal, and these are highlighted in the novel.

But since publishing I’ve been adding to the proofs (and putting them together in the chronicle page on the banner above) and I encourage my fellow bloggers to also write their own and link to this if they also notice – once they think about it – that there is a lot of odd stuff in the world these days that might…just might…mean the world has ended….

Proof That The World Has Ended: The Weather

Anyone who realises the world has already ended will in no way be dismayed by the odd weather the world is experiencing at the moment. The oddness, of course, runs from the strange but banal through to the truly horrific and tragic. But it all has one thing in common – it wouldn’t be what you would predict would happen given the usual seasonal changes etc we’ve been taught to expect.

Scientists arguing over climate change, global warming and so forth have clearly missed the point. We aren’t experiencing this because of human choices, we are experiencing it because there is no real world anymore, no linear time and no logic to anything.

Just this past week every day where I live has had the proverbial ‘four seasons in one day’ – in the middle of late Spring, leading to Summer in my part of the world, every few days here are arctic winter. Because the seasons don’t exist anymore – how can they in a non-existent world?

So stop worrying about greenhouse gases etc – whether they do damage to the fabric of the non-existent  world or not is not the point – there is no world and the weather is a perfect proof of that. Stop looking for logical, scientific reasons for it all. There is no science, or logic for that matter, anymore.

‘Haven’t we been having odd weather lately?’ we might say, to which I’d say, ‘How can you tell if it’s odd?’

Storm

Storm (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)

 

 

 

 

 

Cheers

Helen V

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Fertility

space

space (Photo credit: Sweetie187)

I tremble within my skin
Awaiting the birth of time
Fertility in the balance

Is this the great decision
To breed and build or just decline?
Mortality here but chance

I’m no mother in my soul
My womb is barren I suppose
And everything’s a dance

But some nights I dream a child
Has come so far across all space
Fertility in the balance

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Frankly Speaking

He would always say
‘Frankly speaking’
Before he cut a swathe
Before his audience
As though warning was
Its own license
For cruelty
And prejudice
Frankly speaking

He would always laugh
‘Frankly speaking’
Before he cut you down
Like a wilting flower
So ignorant
Of his place and power
And how before him
We would cower
Frankly speaking

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Armour

English:

English: (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Around you we need armour
You are lability personified
No linearity in your rage and pride
You change your mind
As though you live in multiples
You’re so unkind
And yet you cannot see your ills
Around you we need armour

Around you we need armour
Believing you are kindness still
You argue like a harpy, shrill
You change your course
And blame all others for the fall
It’s quite perverse
You cannot see this here at all
Around you we need armour

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Angularity

Neues Museum Berlin 7971

Neues Museum Berlin 7971 (Photo credit: kairoinfo4u)

Perfect cheekbones
Angularity
Cut from ice
Perfection prized
Slopes so silky
Realised
Perfect cheekbones
Angularity

Mathematics
Angularity
So precise
Dreams shall arise
Fashion princess
It’s so nice
Perfect cheekbones
Angularity

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Childhood

Acorns

Acorns (Photo credit: Gavin St. Ours)

In the acorn is the oak
In the seed the rose will bloom
In the rocking of the cradle
In the warmth to fill a room

In the playground is the growing
In each school the lessons learned
This is passion without knowing
How the smallest heart may burn

On this fabric is the pattern
In these days the image sets
Of the way these days are handled
Nothing in the soul forgets

In the childhood is the adult
All they dream that they could be
Therefore think twice how you make them
Raise your children carefully

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Turning of the Years

Animation of the structure of a section of DNA...

Animation of the structure of a section of DNA. The bases lie horizontally between the two spiraling strands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is the turning of the years
One day like another
Yet marked by anniversaries
Of births, deaths, loves and loss
This is the turning of the years

Each seven years our cells
Reproduce and re-invent themselves
The DNA continues
Slightly modified by character
By choice, by preference and time
We re-allocate our energy and dreams
So different beneath our skin

I could believe that I am not
The child that I was once
Nor the youthful girl, she’s disappeared
A loss of innocence, too many tears
I’ve re-written all her inner selves
And put the past up on the shelf
I am not the same, I am an alien to my past
There is nothing so essential it must last

This is the turning of the years
This day each year I reflect
On the journey travelled and all
The jewels and wisdom I collect
It is not so much today is different
Only that it reminds me of the internal
Difference that is me
In this turning of the years

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Puppet Girl

English: A small sketch of a giant puppet

English: A small sketch of a giant puppet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Your trauma is his mastery
Your thoughts hallucinatory
And on the edge did you feel pain?
It might have been
But then again
Dissociation is a trickster
For the truth a fatal mixer
Puppet girl your threads are showing
And I’m wondering if you’re knowing

The room was white and clean
It’s hidden and obscene
And at that point could you have known?
You might have felt it
Over grown
The puppet master is so deep
He softly there invades your sleep
Puppet girl your head is lowered
As with pain and fear you’re showered

Puppet girl your threads are showing
And I’m wondering if you’re knowing?

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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