Bullets and Vipers
So many pretty children
You should have felt blessed
That they were created strong,
But your values bred dysfunction
Not enough praise with a vipers tongue
So they hid away from everyone
Wearing masks of intelligence
The damage was deep
The damage was done
Built with inner strength to move on
Because they were created strong
Never really trusting any one
Can you trust anyone ?
Looking for a shepherd
When in reality
There was only vipers
Verbal bullets and snipers
So much hysteria
So she buried her head in the encyclopedia
Hoping to dissolve the past
Avoiding any eye contact
Still she survived the bullets and vipers.
Now the Tides have turned , Roles in reverse
You are weak,bones in decay Rotting away
Needing our attention
But your damage was deep ,your damage was done
Now you are the needy one.
Stalked by the CIA
Singing happy birthday
Sewn into diamond gowns
Doped up then doped down
Groped and misold
No longer any use
Years of suffering
Years of abuse
Put out of use
Everybody’s favourite Goddess.
With injured wing
Flew through your window
By chance in spring.
She does not trust
Nor does she squeak
She does not like
To admit defeat,
Or show her fledglings she is weak.
Hides afflictions and affections
Under layers of feathers
of self made protection.
Twigs in beak
Perching on her tree
Builds her nest fervently
Waiting patiently so she may heal.
Gathering & foraging
Fruits from her forest
as small offerings
for Bluejay as a thank you.
In glittered nest
Migrates back home
For wing to rest .
Hectic summer days have flown
Now she is becoming strong
Not needing much help
From any one.
Autumns winds have blown
Her nests lie empty her chicks have gone
Her brood is scattered all around.
Soon cruel winter will sing his song
Songbird will not sing back at dawn
And her pretty Bluejay will be gone
In hails and storms alone once more.
Published 05/08/2017.Copyrights@ mysticladyart.
Painted bird “maybe tommorow you will loose your sorrow” Sioux/Severin.
Brilliant trees,When love walks in Sylvian/Karn
Ghost lady Roams,
Lamenting her loved one
Looking for her home.
Searching for atonement
Reaching out like a willowing white flame,
A wistful vapour,
Passing through endless sunrises and sunset’s
Differing phases of the moon.
Decades & eons pass
Yet she’s still drifting on
With empty open arms, waltzing alone
In grey condemned buildings
Wandering in petrified forests
Still Looking for her home…….
Her echoes materialise
Into tears of ice confused lost inside
An endless searching full of yearning
A lonely entity,
A memory lost within memories
Misplaced and whispering his name….
Disgraced and shamed
Ghost lady wanders
Through Your Dreams & nightmares
Transcending into time and space
Searching for an earthly abode
A home from home, eternal atonement,
To be reunited with her loved one.
Patchwork people the divided self
Patchwork people coming apart at the seams,
in tatters in day dreams
Becoming pieces fragmented disenfranchised,
marginalized then institutionalized.
Here they will try to cure you,
Empathize even lobotomize,
drug and disguise
Electro convulsive shocks to desensitize
it’s the divided self
Forced out from its cage,
collapsing in a rage,
Pushed to the brink
watch it sink
into a state of sorry decline.
It needed safety
it needed an anchor
it needed a rest.
It needed your help
but now it protests
so it created this defence
To save it’s self from neglect and pretence,
It was protecting the whole self
Before it split into cells
divided up amongst its self
While living in fear
its split into opposing identities
Pushed to the edge,
becoming someone else,
this divided self,
Internal voices they just tried to protect,
Tried to help
But Instead you became some else,
the divided self was your final war cry for help.
Never ending blessings of spring
A dark cold winter anticipating,
For longer warmer days that are coming
And all the miracles it can bring,
The never ending blessings of spring,
A time for rejoicing in new beginnings
A hope for great things, the birth of new seedlings
A time for prospering and wondering,
The soul’s meanderings a time for new beginnings
It’s the never ending blessings of spring.
all published by mystic lady art 2011
I will be showcasing more of my published poetry over the next few months after a long 3 year haitus.Thanks for reading my work and for your support and encouragement over the years.
Sugar coated memories
Sugar coated memories from the past, not meant to last
Diluted polluted, Reconstituted,
Flash backs Faded plastic,
Once fantastic, now it is something tragic,
Rained upon, Stained on, then sat on
Creased corners crumpled and worn,
I straightened it out, tried putting it right.
Saccharin coated dreams of the past, not meant to last
Thrown out with the trash or swallowed down fast
Now it’s gone out of fashion, lost its purpose
Lost its passion, Left alone in isolation,
Someone slapped it, dismissed it
Then spat on it, in disgust
You devalued it, it escalated away from you
Out from your peripheral view, until now it is renewed
Slowly it crept back and came home to you
Staring you straight in the eye.
Now in its love you are blind,
You are painting it brightly, redefining its beauty,
Temporarily, indefinitely, one last time.
“Youth beauty and determination shall inherit the earth whilst
Bitterness, regrets and wisdom shall inherit the graves”
Cunning little she wolf
That poor little girl!
Oh she was shunned,
Misunderstood an outcome of something
That had now lost its purpose,
So she was neglected, rejected ignored, pushed aside
Undervalued it was as though she wasn’t there , they didn’t care.
When no one was looking she was thrown away
Cast aside, like a piece of chess
How unblessed !
Oh but she crawled back slowly but surely
Cunning little” she devil” vengeful resentful
She climbed faster and further
Reaching up to the daylight she survived
And laughed the longest
She laughed the loudest!
You vanished left us,
In shock and in mystery,
Left a void that we could not avoid.
Cold days searching for you in regret
So to protect myself and everyone else,
I became something else someone else,
A stranger stood in my place wearing my face,
Fortified, inanimate see how cold I behave,
A different expression on my face
Lost inside empty days spent looking for news
Of the whereabouts of you.
Looking for whispers and clues dreaming of a sighting of you
Looking at the crescent moon, wishing for the former life that we were used to.
And now I wish ………I wish for this
For you to come home
For you to be alive
I’m all alone
Growing unknown a lost soul,
Becoming someone you would no longer know
PLEASE COME HOME
Do you still exist?
Dare I resist persisting in reawakening your memory?
Perhaps you lay buried dead, rotten bones a mere entity?
You vanished & disappeared now your voice pours out from my ears,
Your touch falls out from my pockets your scent seeps out of my sleeves
Until you are all I can see, all I can hear, all I can breathe,
Because you became “The Disappeared.”
copyrighted published 2010
mystic lady poetry written 2007
Decomposure and daybreak
All thoughts collapse
Into life’s crooked relapse,
Structures are defaced
In an abandoned place,
All time and space
Will become erased
Atoms and molecules,
Forming altered states,
Light beams fade,
Flora and fauna decays
Only the shadows
Of your face remain,
The night heaves her cloak
In melancholy disarray,
The Sun and moon disintegrate,
Silver stars they fade to grey,
Time and tide are washed away,
Sand and surf contaminates
Sins and hopes that desecrate,
Soft flesh will decompose away,
Bones and branches snap and break,
Tears sting and stain like acid rain,
Until daybreak creeps back in again