Monthly Archives: May 2014

The Wooded Realm Pt3

Our maid, wayward, what should we make of this?
A queen to be, a whole kingdom’s promise…
Will she lay crown, scepter, aside, remiss?
What of the questions that still lie amiss?

 

Casting off her reign and duty, Ven runs-

To shouted commands, and knight’s halting drums.

Off into the woods she sprints, no remorse,

Unable to take demanding recourse.

 

Deep and deeper in forest she finds her

Long legs pumping, she bounds ever further.

Till with a great shriek! She falls to a halt,

‘Fore a bone-built altar, a deathly vault.

 

On knees, hands in hair, in daunting terror,

Ven cries aloud, but is caught in measure.

A hand screens her mouth, tightly binds her screams.

“I’ll tell you all,” a rough voice softly teems..

 

“You and I are bound,” the voice continues,

“It were You I called, and you my venue,

Marked at birth by mine own hand, be glad girl!

For the fortunes would have your faith unfurl!”
Who binds our queen, what does this now portend?


Give up

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2173760-give-up.mp3]

 

I give up

Why should I try

Any longer

Constantly

I’ve been weighed

Measured

Found wanting

Worthless

Worth less

Than a word

An effort

My mistakes

Are too fucking great

To ever forgive

Apparently

 

I am flawed

And faulted

I am needed

And wanted

But at the end of the day

Fuck me

I’m thrown away

For mistakes

That could not

Be forgiven

All that I

Have given of myself

Is not enough

To love

 

I can’t keep trying

I won’t

It hurts

To be left

So broken

By yet another

Who has spoken

All those words

Of love and support

That I needed to hear

Someone whose heart

I held so dear

Who finds it so easy

To just

walk

away

 

Through all

That we’ve been through

Trials

Fucking tribulations

And I was always there

I always showed

I care

But yet again

I’m just a whore

Just more trash

Worth nothing more

Than a hurtful

Hateful

Parting word

 

Why do I try

Why do I care..

 

Throw your words at me

My dearest friend

Let me know

How far

You’d go to end

All that we have built

Then let your silence

Fucking silt

My soul

I have nothing more

I have nothing more

I have nothing more

Than all that I have given

All that I have meant

 

That turns out to be

Too fucking little

Once again

 


Highs and Lows – #SonnetSunday

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2173683-highs-and-lows.mp3]

 

So easy to get caught up in something

That resembles happiness for a time.

The exchange of emotions and true minds,

Of love unchecked, no regret ensnaring.

 

Yet never far is the abject torment

The loss and longing, the fear of being-

Rejected, dismissed, a soul left unseen,

To drown in despair long left to ferment.

 

These ever present highs and lows, although

Seen from the outside may look a mite mad.

To a tender heart are lessons best had.

For grace and sorrow both help us to grow.

 

In the depths as at the heights we keep on,

Learning where our hearts do truly belong.

 


The Wooded Realm Pt2

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2172854-the-wooded-realm-pt2.mp3]

 

Once again we wend through this written dream.
Revisiting our friend from the last scene.
Let’s reminisce on what we’ve not yet seen-
The history of this fey, marked queen.

 

A kingdom of light, reigned over by two:

A regent king and his fairy wife, true.

Though their love begat ten sweet little tykes,

Just one could be named; fate struck as it likes.

 

Born to rule by chance of mark, chosen one;

A babe’s life planned before it had begun.

This precocious girl, Ven, soon grew into

A wild young woman who saw her own view.

 

Not seeking to be bound by crown, Ven spoke –

“Queenly rainment I’ll not wear, I revoke

Your arrangements for my life, can’t you see

What misery you bestow upon me?!”

 

“Calm, child, settle,” said her aging father,

“This is your fate,” entreated her mother.

Both compelled, “This is not a simple game.

You were singled, marked, and were called by name!”

 

Who singled, what mark, what name, to what end?


Little Boat – #TercetThursday

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2164866-little-boat.mp3]

 

Little boat caught in a whitecap of sea,

Swept from safety of harbor, hearth and home,

Cast out to the tempest, to drown in foam.

 

Violent the tides that crash down on thee.

Harsh the winds that so cruely tear your sails.

Little boat, no peace for you; storms prevail.

 

Each moment spent lost an eternity —

Each crest and crush and influx, a deluge,

Which tosses you further from sound refuge.

 

Bitter the waves that cast thou far from me,

As on my lonely shore I stand vigil.

My nightly observance, my ritual.

 

For you, little boat, crucial cargo bear:

My heart, my soul, my every prayer.

Return him to me, to my loving care…


The Wooded Realm Pt1

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2151797-the-wooded-realm-pt-1.mp3]

 

Once upon a destiny, one sweet spring eve,
While buds were still blossoming on the trees,
And whispering wind gave kisses of breeze;
Here is where our story begins to weave.

 

A figure, slight and spry, steps from shadow,

A shimmer surrounds, more than mere moonglow.

Small of stature, yet somehow commanding,

Her back straight and proud, a regal bearing.

 

Hair dark as coal, eyes deeper than night, shine!

Features petite, somewhat sharp, yet benign.

A heart-shaped mouth, so elegantly curved,

A sweet pointed chin, so gracefully carved.

 

Clothed in a cloak of pure moonlight, it seemed.

Nearly a fairy, emerged from a dream.

Proudly, she strode through her dark wooded realm,

As if leading an army, she at the helm.

 

But who is this creature, this bold empress,

This goddess or temptress, this moon’s mistress?

And what is her tale, conquest or capture?

To what long promised end is her rapture?
Time may tell, soon enough. Be patient, friend.


Let Her Dream #SonnetSunday

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2151781-let-her-dream.mp3]

 

Late night, the lone girl, curls into her bed.

Snapping the light off, bathing in moonglow.

Cool air on skin, pillow soft ‘neath her head,

Down comforter wrapped around her warm soul.

 

Against the rough thoughts that thrash wild within,

She grits her teeth and squeezes shut her eyes.

Holding to a promise he had given,

With that succor, she smiles, happily sighs.

 

In dreams she falls, into his waiting arms.

As always in dreams she meets him once more.

His face always finds itself in her palms;

And here, again, she lives in loves splendor.

 

In sleep, her true, deepest desires show.

All fears and rushing thoughts finally slow.


Not Kept

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2142277-not-kept.mp3]

 

A promise said

Meant and kept

By a heart

A soul

Who knows

What it means

To finally be whole

To be made

With a promise

Meant and kept

 

Hollow words

So loosely said

From false and spewing lips

Wherein love

Does not exist

Just pretty

Petty words

That swear

Uselessly

 

Hearts and souls given

Unjustly

With no real trust

While in reality

Love does rust

Sitting

Baking

In rain and shine

Pouring down

On devotion blind

 

To what do we owe

This surfeit of

Emptiness

This hollowness

This pure bullshit

Does it lie

In our seeking

Of meaning

Of love and lust

And all these things

So meaningless

In the end

 

So what

What do we do

When I make promise

To you

Do we take

and give

All of us

Do we mistake

Compassion for love

Can we ever

See fucking clearly

Through this haze

Of desire

Through this unkempt

Fire

 

What remains

Of promises

What is it that

Continues to live

When hearts and vows

Are broken

And not a word spoken

Is ever to be trusted

Ever again

What do we do

With a promise

Not meant or kept

To the end

 


#Haikuesday

Yesterday’s collection of haiku on Twitter. #haikuesday

 

1.

Dearest wind, my love

Blow your song again for me

Sweep me back to you

 

2.

Gentle breezes make

The trees shiver in pleasure

Warmth spreads to their roots

 

3.

The stream is giving

The river is a release

The ocean knows all

 

4.

A mountain born of

Shattered pieces of old stone

Each pebble matters

 

5.

Smoke rises, clearly

While fires hide from sight, beyond

The far horizon

 

6.

Fields of amber sigh

Soft rustling as they reach high

For the blue of sky

 

7.

Water seeks crevice

In stone to widen and own

Seeping deep in home

 

8.

Ever present soul,

Which guards and girds this world whole;

Oh trees, speak to me!

 

9.

Stone, water, ripples.

Susurrus of cool soft flow,

Lullaby of streams.

 

10.

Upthrust, molten rock

Scars as it creates the earth;

In fire, world’s rebirth.

 

11.

Clouds pass overhead

Soaring through the sea of sky

Misty submarines

 

12.

Black birds in black trees

Roosting upon burnt branches

Mourners of wild fire

 

13.

Life as we know it

Challenged constantly, for we

Know nothing really


Just Embers

[audio https://audioboo.fm/boos/2134373-just-embers.mp3]

 

I so want to be angry

I have written

And deleted

So much that my heart

Bitter and wicked

Wanted to say

But I can’t

I can’t

I never can

Be angry

At a heart that only

Spoke the truth

 

Though I loved

And how I loved

This bitter sweet

Reverie

Does no good

To you or me

What was

And can never be

Should maybe remain

In our logs and history

 

While my heart

Still cries

And dies for yours

For a touch

A word

A scintillating untoward

Turn of phrase

Before my eyes

I understand

I do

Neither will chase

Neither will win

Both will lose

 

And while I

Still love and hate

To see your face

Running through my mind

Each night

I so hold close

Your thoughts

Your soul

And always remember

That once you were

The epic conflagration

And my every

Invocation

Of love and lust

And all good things

That turn to dust

 

Beast, monster, devil

I always wish you well

And your precious soul

Will travel

In my mind

In my heart

Till death himself

Stamps out my my embers

For in my flame

I will always remember

Yours

 


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