Behold The Woman

In the endless years of waiting and the watching

She deemed that shadow length must soon diminish,

That patience and quaint ethical endeavour

Would forestall gloom, reverse the trends and finish

The weary task of sentinel to living,

Abhorrence to the task, so bleak, in hand,

To reap the harvest of the ghouls untethered,

Slaughterhouse to wicked in the land.

Apparent cloak of grey and cowled hood,

A swish of semi-darkness in the night,

Double-edged the scythe to strangulating outgrowth

Whose vindictiveness and cruelty served to fright.

Thus it was the temptress became woman,

Woman tempered, raged with blood red eyes,

Reaper to the violators, this her charging,

Stalked she now mid murderers and lies.

A potent sort of woman with a mission,

Stilled in womb, cut open for the lives,

Challenger to death by haughty ingress,

Harbinger of justice to despised.

Avenger of the children, every mother,

Every father, every soul who seeks the light,

Partaker of the flesh of idle flavour,

Vampire to the wraiths of soulless sight.

Suckled on the teat of terror driven

By hardness, hubris, hierarchies and hell,

Behold the woman, Mother Earth, anew created,

Anointed in the bowels of ne’erdowell.

Subprime Life

Youth’s energy became an old-age early,

Reminiscent of cruel winters long ago,

Hunter or be hunted as past primitive,

Weapons now quite different from long bow.

But spears still pierce and blood still flows aplenty,

Savages still scavenge, now upright,

Unvanquished beasts, unmarked by any number,

Missing link unmissing in their sight.

A broken chain, a steadfast reign of righteous,

Motion sensors marching endlessly through time,

Espy the life that seeks to live and end it,

Count its worth and value as subprime.

Count the cost of monsters who must judge life,

In pride’s self-justifying casting stone,

Wrecking, wreaking chaos. No limit. Children

Culled, guns and bombs, terror’s jaw-bone.

Never learning, never trying peace path,

Never caring but for selfish means,

Oh, hang heads, shame that’s neverending,

One child is worth more than all your dreams.

 

 

All Our Children

My news is filtered these days,

By choice.

I cannot hear it, listen directly,

My voice

Would be choked and broken by

Tears of despair,

So I receive it, relayed

From I know who, I know where.

Identical moments of difference

Repeated,

Once felt and imbued,

Knows all life is cheated

When mongers of evil

Grasp the horns of their ask

And wickedly skip

To fulfil their grim task.

Drowned in a flood of heartbreaking stories,

Portrayed by some media

Voyeuristically,

They glory

In visuals and depictions of hell

I have seen,

Can’t watch it, can’t listen.

I know what they mean.

One story, one picture

Is all that I need,

Imagination and empathy

The rest provides and will feed

The words that I hear

In my head to shout forth,

‘Is that all that matters?

Is this our real worth?

As humans, as beings,

As souls here for a while?

The best we can do?

Some weep as we smile.’

I can’t unimagine

All that I have seen.

I wish that I could.

Do you know what I mean?

That visions of hurting

And hell so alive

Would end with great loving

So all could survive

To reach out, support

All. We are but child,

No matter persuasion.

True children are mild.

Not always in action,

I’m not that naïve,

But, in heart, where with loving

All dreams can conceive

A home-loving family,

A hearth to play by,

A meal on the table,

A mother nearby,

A father to guard

And protect our intention,

To grow close together.

And dare I just mention

That nations, though living

With minds far apart,

Share familial love

That springs from the heart?

Our greatest confusion then,

Seems so to say,

That my family matters

Much more than do they.

Lies. Lies.

Terrible lies.

Those who purvey them,

Life must despise.

Look at a child,

Look into its soul,

Watch as they play,

Is this really our goal?

To end such small humans

Before they should grow

Into the enemy

We fear but don’t know?

I hate this with passion.

I hate that we hate.

I hate that compassion

Is left at the gate

Of battlefield’s anger

And greed and distrust.

If fighting there has to be,

Why then can’t we just

Send one small David

And one giant Goliath.

Let them sort it out

With stones and with malice,

If that’s in their hearts

Well, fix it that way,

But as for the rest,

We just want to play

With children around us

Their trust in sweet eyes,

To teach them to love

Not hate or despise

Another world brother

Because they don’t feel

Exactly as we do.

Get over it. Let’s heal

The wounds of division

With pens and with words,

With kindness and mercy,

Not weapons or swords

That pierce at the breast

Of parents all over

While children flee,

In terror, for cover.

Oh, Spirit, please help us

To look with new love

To defeat source of evil

With strength from above.

 

Courted By Terror

The following is a collaborative piece done with Simon over at http://isimonfiction.wordpress.com/

A fabulous poet with a flare for matching style and content.

 

Eyes open wide, I lie quite still

In nightmare’s frozen grasp

While chilling hands reach out to me.

In silence, I scream and gasp.

 

This latest victim gripped by fear

In night, my precious friend,

With stealth I move, ever close,

Another soul to tend.

 

Paralysed hold has made me bold,

My insides start to quiver,

Limbs cannot move to aid or flee

But tremors, inside, shiver.

 

I sense her terror, intoxicating,

A drug that spurs me on,

Her beating heart and panting breath,

To me, a siren’s song.

 

Only wakened eyes can see the one

And terror courts my soul,

While human manifested lust

Envelops body whole.

 

Revealed to her in gloried form,

Such fear so swift engendered,

Dark desires, so physical,

Soon powerfully rendered.

 

The fear, such fear, does haunt me still,

Suppressed as best I can.

This darkened lover in the night

Had not the face of man.

 

These glowing eyes of hellish depths,

Of fire and ice in fusion,

Drink in her form so prostrated,

From a face not one bit human.

 

At shudders end, I claimed my body

But sat up staring wide

Who had penetrated me, untouched,

But felt so deep inside?

 

Withdrawn from deed so darkly done,

My presence deep within

No touch of flesh so needed

To grant an inner sin.

 

I looked to see in mirror’s frame

And laughter I heard there,

A distant sense of eyes beheld,

Reaching from some lair.

 

I watch reaction from afar

As she stares at her reflection.

My wicked mirth I cannot hide

At our newly formed connection.

 

Molested by the darkest night

And darkest soul of all.

Orgasmic pleasure be subdued,

Temptation from the Fall.

Here and There

It’s midnight here

And worlds apart we sleep.

I’m smiling here,

While other people weep.

I’m wishing here

For better days ahead.

Still smiling here

As thoughts roll through my head.

I’m playing here

With visuals in my mind.

Contemplating here,

A video on rewind.

I’m resisting here

The sounds around I hear.

No silence here.

 

You’re wondering there

Why no one seems to care.

Shuddering there

At danger in your air.

You’re crying there.

I hear you far away.

You’re beseeching there.

I’m wishing as I pray

That, over there,

Change is on its way.

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Air

She gasped for breath that day

And I,

I was useless,

Almost.

Asthma, in a panic

And I panicked too.

What to do?

What to do!

Hands flailing, breath wheezing,

Drowning for want of air.

Eyes wide,

Terrified.

I was there,

With a phone, that’s all.

One call.

Take charge,

Take control,

Take inhaler

And point

And press

And pray

And it worked.

 

Watching

Someone gasp for air,

My mum,

Helpless to help

But still,

It went well

With advice,

Calmly given

And actions taken,

Eventually.

 

Listening

To reports

Of chemical

Warfare,

I cry.

I die a little,

Remembering

That day.

How dare they?

How dare they!

Air,

First on the hierarchy of need.

Not greed, but necessity.

 

Shoot me,

Stab me,

Bomb me,

Kill me quickly.

Do not take

My air.

Seconds of drowning,

A lifetime of suffering.

Terror in eyes

Not easily forgotten.