Tag Archives: souls

Connected

Posted on January 18, 2017 by Helen

Across the city the electricity yearns to touch each trembling soul and I awake in the middle of the night to tremble, shake within my very core this deep earthquake of being known Our separateness we take for granted only … Continue reading →

Posted in Air | Tagged connection, electricity, gods, identity, reality, souls, Spiritual | 5 Comments

On the Water

Posted on August 30, 2016 by Helen

See her dance upon the water Just a nymph The ocean’s daughter See it sparkle With her laughter Soulful siren as she turns And she dips We watchers burn See us tremble As we learn See her swaying, dancing soul … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry, Water | Tagged dancer, dancing, laughter, muse, myth, siren, souls, Spiritual, Water | 7 Comments

Among the Demimonde

Posted on June 11, 2016 by Helen

You may call us outcast But we paint the sky From a palette you Cannot see, deny Flagrant our lives appear To such linear minds Cruelty so sweet In its way is kind Absinthe touch the lips Soul is taking … Continue reading →

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged absinthe, creativity, darkness, decadent, demimonde, flagrant, outcasts, souls, spiitual, wildness | 3 Comments

Brittle

Posted on November 13, 2015 by Helen

Your circuitry is brittle I reach inside you to commune You are splintering my darling Falling deep and wide apart I can hear the beating of your heart Like a drum against my ear I am within you drilling outwards … Continue reading →

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged communion, darkness, destruction, electricity, invasion, Love, oppression, possession, souls, twisted love | 5 Comments

Baron’s Dance

Posted on June 5, 2014 by Helen

Skulls tell the story Of transitory glory Caught betwixt and between Fit for a queen The Baron does his dance For more than circumstance Just see him dance! Deadly nightshade flower Relinquishing each hour Spirits are on fire Death’s a … Continue reading →

Posted in Fire, Poetry | Tagged alchemy, baron samedi, belief, choice, dark, death, souls, spirit, Spiritual, truth, voodoo | 4 Comments

Fractured – for Prompt 54 A vastly important secret

Posted on May 4, 2014 by Helen

Oh little ones I felt the fall The splintering among you all As heavens opened I espied The way you wailed, you fell and cried What once was One had to rebel And what this brings the brave don’t tell … Continue reading →