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Lineage

Posted on October 12, 2013 by Helen

I am of a lineage of fools
Dancing on the precipice we try
For star filled futures which elude us still
Just dancing on the hill
Waiting for a happier surprise

I am of a lineage of grief
Weeping in dark hallways
Like the ghosts of our own making
While inwardly we’re shaking
In our hope for peaceful days

I am of a lineage of night
Skulking in the darkness here
As though the shadows hold us close
Like babes in arms we’re loved the most
The moment that we disappear

Posted in Earth, Poetry | Tagged acceptance, Aspiration, belief, choice, delusion, denial, family, lineage, Musings, Relationships, Spiritual, truth | 5 Comments

Marketplace

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Helen

Marketplace (Photo credit: rob7812)

They are dancing in the marketplace
With colours wild and free
There’s a riddle here I cannot place
There’s something here of me
The items that they here display
Are colourful and grand
And I may ask them if I may
Buy far more than I planned

There’s magic in the marketplace
Each stall a siren song
Of memory I have no trace
I follow blind, along
I’d like to buy the perfect scarf
To keep me bright and warm
These fools and jesters here may laugh
And round me darkly swarm

The marketplace becomes a maze
A labyrinth of greed
I wander drunken, in a daze
And buy more than I need
They are dancing in this marketplace
With colours wild and free
There’s a riddle here I cannot place
There’s something here of me

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged belief, choice, dark, delusion, dissociation, lost, Marketplace, Maze, memory, Musings, sale, sellers, truth | 10 Comments

Richard III

Posted on October 11, 2013 by Helen

Yorkist king Richard III grew up at Middleham. “Middleham Castle”. RichardIII.com . . Retrieved 2007-10-24 . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

History is chronicled by winners
Richard how black was your heart?
Shakespeare would have you the villain
Usurping lord from the start
Was there a moment of kindness
Or loyalty and fealty you owned
Was it ambition propelled you
Brief as you sat on your throne?

Easy to paint you a sinner
Simple the story to tell
Dramatic and fiery the narrative
Dragging your soul down to hell
But had the War of the Roses
Uplifted more white than red
What would this mean for you Richard
What would the playwrights have said?

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged ambition, Aspiration, Battle of Bosworth Field, belief, choice, history, king, Musings, Richard III, rulership, War of the Roses, William Shakespeare | 14 Comments

Would

Posted on October 10, 2013 by Helen

I would have your sighs
For just one moment
Gaze into your eyes
If only for this
To turn and walk away
And shake my head and say
‘I’m sorry that it had to end this way’

I would have you weep
For just one memory
Or secret that I keep
If only for this
To wipe the tears away
And shake my head and say
‘I’m sorry that you came to feel this way’

I would have you try
For sweeter love words spoken
That I would then deny
If only for this
This final last display
When I shake my head and say
‘I’m sorry that I ever felt that way’.

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged belief, choice, cruelty, dark, denial, loss, lost love, Love, memory, rejection, Relationships, truth | 12 Comments

Dominion

Posted on October 10, 2013 by Helen

The crown of King Christian IV of Denmark, currently located in Rosenborg Castle, Copenhagen. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This time we will have true dominion
This year we will take control
This moment is poised for our victory
And all of our virtues extol

The crown and the spectre are waiting
Our place is best there on the throne
And all of our plotting and scheming
Just memories we’d rather dis-own

This time it is our will that’s ruling
This year we control this domain
This moment is bearing our emblem
And all of our foes face disdain

This time we will have true dominion
All enemies vanquished and gone
And all will be bowing before us
As we gaze down on life from our throne

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged ambition, Aspiration, belief, crown, Dominion, history, king, Politics, power, royalty, rulership, sceptre, throne, truth | 8 Comments

Magician

Posted on October 9, 2013 by Helen

“John Dee and Edmund Kelly evoking a spirit” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The magician draws the night
About his shoulders as a cloak
His ritual is deep delight
A fire rising from its smoke
Dimensions open to his word
And spirits rising from their graves
A bloodied heart, a fiery sword
Damnation calls so none are saved
His mastery of elements
Between these worlds will carve his way
The aging harvest now ferments
He casts such runes for bleaker days
Magician weaves his web so wide
That through his hands all life must fall
Lost lovers and forsaken pride
Our hopes, our dreams, he takes them all

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, Aspiration, belief, dark, dimensions, fear, Magic, Magician, occult, runes, spells, Spiritual, truth | 18 Comments

Artist

Posted on October 9, 2013 by Helen

portrait of an artist | one (Photo credit: Robert Croma)

Be for me
an artist of my memory
These shining links
which fill the void-less universe
are only you
Your hand which binds
enchains me in your brittle grasp
Sweet Eros on the hunt
throw out your snares
for I will be entrapped
and I will not beware

My mind a canvas
waiting artist paint and vision
Love me fiercely
from a distance, stern
With each revision recreate me
a dancing fool for you
on heaven’s spool for you
Whirling dervish on the stage
which you create

Be for me
an artist of my memory
Wipe this slate clean
tabula rasa to create
a vital, spiritual energy
enhancing sexuality
reducing all duality
Although you’re never touching me
you stand aloof my artist
Artist of my memory

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, artist, artistry, Aspiration, belief, Canvas, choice, creativity, dark, dissociation, Dreams, madness, Magic, memory, mind control, occult, painter, Spiritual, truth | 5 Comments

Mirror

Posted on October 8, 2013 by Helen

Mirror ! Mirror on the wall ! (Photo credit: ihave3kids)

If I held a mirror
Closely up to you
Could you see yourself
Could you witness true?
Could you see the dissonance
Tween what you say and do
Could you see yourself
Could you witness true?

In your world a heroine
In your world so brave
In your world the weaker
Ones around you saved
But can you see truly
How you treat them grave?
The bully, not protector
Not the one who saves?

Your image in the mirror
Is not the face you know
I believe you are sincere
I believe you do not know
But all who ask you questions
Are those you overthrow
Your image in the mirror
Is not the face you know

So can you be accountable
For all the things you do
Projecting all your darkness
On all here now but you?
I think inside you’re broken
You cannot see this true
To witness in the mirror
Would be the end of you

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged delusion, denial, dissociation, identity, memory, Mirror, self belief, self-image, Spiritual, truth, witness | 17 Comments

Aftermath

Posted on October 8, 2013 by Helen

English: After the harvest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We will till the fields in the aftermath
We will grow new harvests
We will tend new paths
We will dream of better days
As gods dance and laugh
We will till the fields in the aftermath

We will lay down swords when the war is done
We will bow to moon
We will pray to sun
We will count the cost
Of all we have done
We will lay down swords when the war is done

In the aftermath we will build anew
We will plant new food
Where the wild things grew
We will reconstruct
What we hold as true
In the aftermath we will build anew