Model Army

Beautiful Mannequin Woman

Beautiful Mannequin Woman (Photo credit: epSos.de)

Such skeletal form
In garb of darkest hue
Direct, emotionless gaze
Piercing fashion through
Life’s darker mysteries
In glances so construed
Marching mannequins master
Talents known to few

Down the boulevard
Paparazzi prey
Celebrity in hiding
Venture out this day
Perfect form and face
None will give away
What they gave to get this far
What they must betray

Smokey eyes so gazing
Through your soul, and gone
Nothing real about the
Dreams they wish upon
Step by step they’re coming
As the day’s begun
All the false, dark glitter
Blotting out the sun

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Tales of Endearment

Two hands holding

Two hands holding (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Such precious moments
Across the arc of days
Caress the sensitive soul
Sets the timid heart ablaze
Stories of exquisite form
Kindness quietly given
Moments of pure lucidity
Where emotion’s driven

Tales of endearment sparkle
Not as drama, mystique
Just whispered words of warmth
The ones we rarely speak
But in wondrous moments
A love is set alight
Warm us in the oldest days
Bring sun to darkest night

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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While We Can

Let’s dress in pyjamas
Toast marshmallows
Drink hot chocolate
By the fire
Let’s tell ghost stories
Till our eyes are wide
And our brittle smiles betray
We are now frightened
By ourselves
Even while we won’t admit it
Let’s put on music
From a decade ago
And dance and sing
Words we can’t quite remember
Let’s just be friends
In total innocence
For one last moment
While we can

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Chaos is My Friend

Supernova Companion Star

Supernova Companion Star (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Primordial, primal energy
The Tower always falls
Undifferentiated mystery
Distant, deep cat calls
Dragon stirs within Orion
Sweeps stars now with his wings
While this little world is dying
A new birth gently sings

Out of all destruction
Out of rage and end
Comes a new construction
Chaos is my friend
Teaching me surrender
Love of the abyss
This is the agenda
Creation Goddess kiss

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Dark Parade

I have not yet
Been consumed by lust or love
I’ve flown above
The act while it was made
Just curiosity
For all the games we’ve played
I have not known
My soul, this dark parade

I have not yet
Entwined my body here
I’ve kept so clear
Of feeling that may overthrow
These little deaths
Are sensations I can’t know
I’m just observing
Along the dark parade I go

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Guilt

Suburban street

Suburban street (Photo credit: Andy Polaine)

I am drawn out on this rack
Spread like withered newspaper
crackling and brown; I have hungered
beyond earthly recognition for a moment
of almost predatory peace

Sweet skeleton irradiates unspoken
crimes; days long ago during
summer’s idyll, where we ran
and played foolish, complex games
before the sun retreated to the
sepulchral realm of the moon

So little known then of the damage
that time can demand, of the results
of momentary thoughts and promises made
with no intention to be kept. We believed
fervently in the newness of each day, wiping all
the past away like erasing memory from
a schoolboard marked with chalk

One simple lie taken out of context,
out of its confined form and spread
like wildfire ruthless across a drought savaged
land; to this day haunts me
with arch accusation and I am undone

Childhood is not innocent, not really
It is imagination in full flight heedless
of consequence or even knowledge that one choice
follows another, like a ghost down a forgotten
alleyway. These battles, these petty skirmishes
thought so little of then, yet still they form us,
immutable, like a potter casts in clay

I learned to lie in those days
Imperfect stories embellished and told with
brave abandon, coloured by winter’s veil
or the elasticity of spring and youth, and I
am guilty of one thing more than any other, that
I have not unlearned this, even to today

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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The Seed – Cover Reveal!!

The Seed

I’m just finalising the publication details on lulu.com for my first novel – The Seed– so expect some publicity about it all in the next week, and probably over the coming weeks LOL!

In a few days once I’ve really thought through pricing and so forth I’ll put up links to it at lulu.com, then apparently over the next couple of months it will also get distributed through Nook, Apple and other outlets, plus also Amazon as well as lulu for the paperback option. So I’ll keep everyone up to date on progress with global distribution!

In the meantime, this is the wonderful cover they’ve designed for me! I’m too much of a luddite to be able to make it much bigger – this is the jpg they sent me.  LOL.  But it’s big enough for you to get the general idea I think!  🙂  🙂

The text that describes the book is:

Sara Fraser, a solitary artist, is haunted by her dreams of a past life where she is deeply in love—a concept and experience foreign to her waking existence. Just as she is becoming known for her artistic endeavors, Sara launches a new series of paintings based on her dreams.

Robert Masters, a journalist in a passionless marriage, interviews Sara about her latest work, only to discover a personal connection to her paintings: it seems he is the man in her dreams. But when Robert, a man who prefers to peer inside others’ lives instead of his own, suddenly finds the intrigue of a possible shared history catapulting him into an intense romance with Sara, a story from the past begins to haunt both of them. As the lovers contemplate leaving the waking world to follow their dreams, the possibility of happiness dictates them to take risks they never could have imagined before.

The Seed is a story of truth, loss, and the price two people must pay for love.

This is all so exciting and new, every step feel like an adventure!!  🙂  🙂   Thanks to everyone for wise counsel and support along the way!!

Cheers   Helen

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Kissing’s Sake

French Kiss

French Kiss (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I knew you
In the moment of the kiss
I knew that nothing
Would be more or less than this
This was it all
Just the touch of lip and tongue
No serenade to art
Or of romance there begun

I knew you
In the sweet, dark smile you gave
Knew already
There was nothing there to save
No finer feeling
No promises to make
It’s just a kiss
And only here for kissing’s sake

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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Pitiless

Vlad the impaler 9

Vlad the impaler 9 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pitiless
As Vlad Tepe’s eyes
Gazing at the carnage
Of his artistry
You rise

Remorseless as he
You remain
Against all the cries wrung out
From this
Symphony of pain

Bloodless lips
Like his icy kiss
Draw back
Startling with abject fear
To drink your bliss

Ruthless here
His battlefield of old
Spiked humanity
Scream wordlessly
All your truths untold

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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The Progress of the Tarot – Part One

Tarot card from the Rider-Waite tarot deck, al...

Tarot card from the Rider-Waite tarot deck, also known as the Rider-Waite-Smith deck. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bateleur (Busker, The Magus), the first card o...

Bateleur (Busker, The Magus), the first card of the Major Arcana of the Tarot (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Fool

On the precipice
Dancing dog
Bids you jump and fly

In my world this new
Chance here seems
Both wonderous, dread

The Magician

Purest alchemy
As above
So below, is known

Can I take this chance
Weave it now
With experience?

The High Priestess

The High Priestess

The High Priestess (Photo credit: Midpath)

Isis mystery
Wisdom school
Initiate bows

My intuition
Is sharp, blade
Of pure thought

The Empress

3 The Empress

3 The Empress (Photo credit: n0cturbulous)

Sacred motherhood
Pregnant with
Possibility

Fashion now my life
Abundant
Growth comes from the new

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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