Echo's Endless Call

Locked behind the long lost walls I wander through the lengthening listless shadows,

Seeking a sunlight that never was perhaps, and perhaps may never come again,

Calling forth the savvy savants of silly ceremony's of centuries past,

Grasping for the grotesque guile of gormless gurus who claim to know the unknown.

Seeping up through cracks in the unseen slabs beneath my feet, eternally clutching at my ankles,

Scratching the skin from my legs and tearing my veins apart as I cross

The threshold, from that which  I have I accepted and learned to no longer despise,

To that which I fear the most and cannot continue to avoid.

Eyes as sunken as the deathless call of Echo, caught within the grey, cold caves,

Leaking forth the salty brine of seadrops, long shored up inside,

Howling as loud as the silence of a foggy, dim day,

And praying that someday you might return my way.

Never understanding the deepening depths of the shallow spinning inside,

The explanation for the tattoos burned to the inner lids of my eyes eternally evasive,

The leaps and dives of emotions as those sacred tattoos are replaced with the original picture,

Only to yet again become the centre of all that matters most.

And still I sit. 

And still I wait.

And still Confusion washes over me, threatening to drown me now as it never has before,

Sucking the wind from my lips while offering my lungs the crisp cool calmness of death.

Welcome it might be, if Hope did not grab my ear and drag me to the surface,

Forcing the harsh cruel breaths of Faith into my soul.

Endless are the cycles of despair and grief and wretched hopelessness,

And still I breathe the scent of strength emanating from somewhere I can only think is you,

And it lifts me to the heights of heroes of eons past,

And I believe that I can conquer this silence that resounds inside,

Seeking walls upon which it can reverberate it's lonely sigh.

If only you knew the greatness of your gentle power to hood my heart, expose my soul and cause my waking hours so many thousand minutes of hallow aches.

If only you could remember promises told in Timeless times before The Age and Sage caught hold and dragged us into this unseemly realm.

If only I knew the key to crack the code.

If I had the bore to drill the hole.

If I had the very presence of mind to step within your soul Davóg and seek the answers to my thoughts,

Then might I find the peace I seek and rest contented within the grave of life.

True Love is Wanted Not

True Love is Wanted Not

Thinking of the years of wasted thoughts that fell to their deaths in the depths of the bottomless chasm of shadows, 

Seeking the retreating light as they gathered a deathless speed that sped them forward into darkness before them,

Groping for ropes or throats or the vapour thin roots of the nonexistent life force which created them for their ultimate destruction,

Lunging ever downward with mindful thoughts of things that never existed for the crop on which they would feed was never sown,

The womb which should have birthed them was ripped from its tendons and cast into the eternal fire of nothingness - lifeless.

Twisting and turning, sighing and soaring, wondering why in their lightness they should gravitate heavier than lead,

Pulled like a magnet and held in between - now plunging to places unknown, unseen, unventured - barren.

Distorted, mistrusted, mutated, torn - destroyed by the creator who unknowingly knew not what they were,

Death, a welcome release refuses to budge and sits unrepentedly, mocking the spiralling cognitions as they descend.

The residue of confusion sits at the edge and stares deep into the hollow wondering what in Hades has happened again,

For how can it be that now as before the signalled distress was not felt from on-high but allowed to escape, to slip and fall to Tarturus

To be birthed in Light and created as Cosmos, fleeing the ripping, tearing fingers of the Hundred-Handed Ones,

To haunt in the echoes of endless nights, taunting the heart of the unloved, the unlovable, the eternally doomed and ever forsaken.

Warrior Princess

Undoing the Undone

Undoing the Undone

I walk along the borderline and delve softly into your world,

Where whispering winds with breath so light cause tender thoughts to whirl.

And heartbeats sound so softly forth, creating the gentlest light,

The silent tweets from secret beaks, strange feelings do incite.

I breathe the deepening sough o' flowing seas and sigh,

I feel your presence seeping through from somewhere way up high.

Unopened eyes peer through at me and see right past my smile,

I wonder where I came like this and left again tensile.

The tiny crystal dewdrop forms upon my brow,

And I feel the cooling pink-tint grass penetrate my vow.

Oh where again shall end this walk that brings me far from home?

To feel the cloudy grip of heat that by my side does roam.

At longest last depart my way and let me drift in peace,

To fall complete into your arms, my race to finally cease.

Warrior Princess

I Will Not Follow Ye!

I Will Not Follow Ye!

I will not be ruled by a heart wrenching pull of forceless wonderment which causes my stomach to churn and my head implode,

I will not accept that I cannot exist in the freefall life which I have accepted and which the Powers-That-Be have long imposed.

I will not be moved to the senseless nonsense of being ruled by a vagina or controlled by the physical explosion of a hormonal reaction,

I will not join in the remorseless games of the 'I-am-slut' brigade nor wallow in the shallows that drown the 'I-hate-men' faction.

I will continue to enjoy all that my life offers me and I will thank God every day that I do have to suffer the shit which I once endured,

I will accept that the actions and reactions of my present life are merely the end result of many unwept emotions that are now obscurred.

I will hold my head high and let it be known that I do not need to conform to be happy nor play the endless thankless games of love to feel complete,

Let it be known that I AM happy to live a life free of all the hogwashed churned out balderdash which always eternally ends in deceit.

Warrior Princess

Cherry Blossom Wish

Cherry Blossom Wish

The heavy scent of lilies hangs in the evening haze,

The cherry blossom petals swirl a dancing craze,

As the sun begins to set upon a fading line,

Once again your eyes prey dark within my mind.

I watch the day draw to a peaceful end,

And all around me the darkness doth decend,

It covers all from low to high,

And drags me deep into its sigh,

It blocks my sight and blots my thoughts,

In its depts my dreams are wrought.

I wonder why I do this all again,

Playing hopscotch with the wish within my zen,

Deep within I know that this could never be,

For somewhere long ago I simply lost the key.

I do not know the numerous complicated ways,

Nor the meandering paths of many a modern craze.

I never learnt the rules,

Nor ever acquired the tools,

I do not know how to progress,

Eternally caught in an overiding regress.

I watch the swirling confetti dance 

As tiny petals wave to the branch

The careful creep of an empty evening chill

Echoes of a sad uneasy shill.

The breath within my breast chokes forth,

My throat constricts allowing food no more,

I spin beneath a thousand whirring chakras,

Hurtling through unending realms of akrasia,

I hope to hit the bottom soon,

Dashed upon the rocks my body strewn.

The shadows deepen, my heart concedes,

My overarching brain agrees, 

But deep within  a hidden depth of deathly shadows,

Lurks the tentative calyx  of a microcosmic meadow,

Awaiting footfalls unfelt,

Of he who is indwelt,

And here within the Hope of Evermore,

Like swirling petals to the gods implore.

Warrior Princess