Pain was the day noon and night
Crushing debilitating crippling pain
Froze my thoughts
Froze my vision
So I sat like a doll
Staring at You
With only your words and only your scent

Did you love me
Or just my Mask
The one I wore to funerals and Dusty Crowds
Did you see what I was
What I really am
Or did you only see what you wrote about me
Did you only truly see me in the end
And felt repulsed and ran to the forest fires

Or maybe you loved me but never knew it was love
You had been taught it was Naivete
You had painted love
The brightest colours, thunders of red blue and purple
And then You felt, with me, the delicate pinks, the subtle yellows, the soft mauve

We had a quiet mornings, boring noons and talkative nights
3 second fights, 2 second apologies and hours of poetry, days of mutual gazing
Then the ominous stepped in, Crazy and Dramatic
Too much for me, too much for my heart and maybe I didn't understand back then
Too much for You too
I Reacted not knowing how to act
I was a child
You Reacted not Aware You were a Boy
And We sat on the mines, bidding time,
Torn between wanting to Stare at the begrudged heart and The pregnant Souls
And Then I could see the End and You did too, didn't you
And you took a Serpentine Road
and I took off leaving my Wing where we sat

He didn't leave a part of home
I left a lot

And Now I sit with Sand, Air and Water
And that's all it matters even if I don't

He could deny himself the whiskey and coffee
the tango and foxtrot
the ruffles of red and purple
But never the sweet sting of Loss
No he let himself feel that
Swallowing the lead and charcoal
He sat in the yellow , burning ombres of Agony
And he cuddled with it every night
Woke upto the Face of Invisibility
And one evening
In a Parisian Bar
He said with a smile

"Water and Pain
I could never deny myself the pleasures of water and pain '

I dont know how to curse
i dont believe in karma
But they have my words
And i know my words
the nightmarish witches
They never obeyed me
My disobediant Proud children
they sow seeds of hate
plant an infecting thought
And watch it with a smirk
i never cursed
I never cared
but my words , my love , my words
You have them
and I warn you
They are Ruthless *******

she was salt
the mariners ally
flew before the mast of every big ship
treading carefully
caressing pennants , the flowing reds and pinks
and sometimes when the skies are blue
and the winds are shifting
carrying the scents of jasmine from a faraway land
that she could never visit ,
She would sit next to the figurehead
viewing the world before ,
the chaos , the love , the dance of disarray , the sad and happy tears
of everyone who ever lived .

She was salt
an escaped soul from the briny bed rocks that clinged to the memories of the deep
she was creation before creation
she was art before art
she was destruction before destruction,
Or so the many fables painted her as ...

And she fell asleep
a sleep so deep ,
neither light nor time reached the depths of the slumber ,
neither music nor poetry pierced the dormant armour ,
A sleep so deep , she forgot how  to breathe , to continue
to remember memories of the past
A rest so profound that creation ceased to exist
until the Night

The Girl was a nuisance
to the townspeople  , to the unsupple ideas that were music to most
She had plain air , unembellished eyes
A salty smell blew everytime she walked across the citadel
"a witch , she could be "
"chanting the unknown"
"preaches the unwanted "
"a curse "
"a wretched sorceress"
The whispers gained favours
found new strength from lands unknown .
"The Girl should Die "
And so it went

One Faithful night
when the air was warm and the moon was bright
Their voices grew strong and their hatred gained might
"The Girl was The Sacrifice
A means to end this Game of mice
Her blood shall Cleanse
Her flesh shall feed
A fated offering to the gods We plead "
the words of the leader rang loud and clear
And the confused soul heeded the Seer
Dressed in White with  Her hair bleeding to the night
The Girl stood , Dried salty tattoos coating her face
Wide eyed and trembling , She stood before the Seas
with the Seer , the sharp knives and the gravel behind her
She walked , hands tied , bloodied
To the seas , Wailing a silent song

THE CRY went pass the waters through time and light
through past and future
through the cries of up and below
Reaching the Deep

Shipwrecks
With empty pages
And a tattered quill
That never ages
Dry Air
Iced pain

As the ticks and ticks of my heart calmed down
Matching the silent lullaby of the brook

Through my ***** I felt a roar
To let loose to monster over

Guard me , oh witches of North South and East and I shall keep your light alight

The sun went down in a pinkish lake
And a strong wind blew my papers to the water

My poems my stories my history and my eulogy
All floated , away
Barefoot I walked
I danced to the Celtic lullabies
I could touch the sky now

Guard me witches of heart mind and body and I shall keep the lamps lit

It's a new beginning
And new beginnings are the souls of hope
A horizon each day with flowers , scent and music .
Guard me , witches of leaves bark and root
And I shall dance to the end
Ever so gracefully across the moor