Anonymous

Anonymous

Anonymous faces keep life the same

And keep the soul and mind more sane

Knowing none makes the self unique

And rids the heart of all that’s weak

Others make the mind think thoughts

And offer hope that make the heart go soft

Offering life that seems more bright

Which lengthens shadows beneath their light

Dragging smiles from uncracked eyes

And clearing clouds from the high blue skies

Makes a world of rust and lime

It’s just hidden beneath a velvet shine.

Whereupon when resting in peace

And unexpected, the torrent unleashed.

So stay the same and remain alone

For without the heart you shall not moan

Life will ease as you let time unfold

And given space you’ll soon grow old

Death will come a welcome release

And only then can you find true peace.

Warrior Princess

Hell in a Heartbeat

Hell in a Heartbeat

The dark cold wind rots my soul;

A steady beat I can nay control,

It blows slow and strong from deep within,

Howling out through eyes so dim,

Blackening beasts and all I see,

Ripping life from all I breathe.

I clutch the beat of a heart long dead,

Scattering ashes of death instead,

Grey and dull they choke the skies,

Blinding hot they burn my eyes,

Beat around the world they flow,

To the depths of hell my soul they throw.

A long closed throat that fails to feed,

Air itself would make it bleed,

The twists and turns as life seeps out,

Tightly muting all I shout,

Ever repressed and held within,

The death of life lets love begin.

Warrior Princess

Twatitis...AKA Verbal Constipation

Twatitis...AKA Verbal Constipation

My tongues in a mess, and I really can’t talk

It’s taking all of my brain power, just to remember to walk

I can’t hear what you’re saying, it’s all just a ramble

And I so respond, with the words I just gamble

I hope for the best and that I’m not a total tool

But I know for a fact, that I sound like a fool

I hear as you laugh, the mirth in your voice

As I run from the room, it’s not even a choice

I can’t even breathe, all I can hear is the thunder

As the blood through my brain, is running asunder

If only the ground would swallow me whole

But I doubt even that, would offer me console

Warrior Princess

Game of Hearts

Game of Hearts

I don’t play a game of hearts with you

To be perfectly honest I haven’t a clue

It usually happens when I least expect

It just seems to be an adverse effect

Whatever you do or whenever you smile

You send my senses into exile

There’s nothing I can do, and less I can say

So I simply ignore you and walk away

But now you play these games of heart

And I know you think you’re awfully smart

That’ll you do to me as I’ve done to you

And you’re probably right, it’s what I’m due

But unlike you it’s not a game I play

It just seems to happen in the oddest way

But when you take the time and say hello

My head stops it’s race, I start to mellow

And then along you come with your bloody phone

Twiddling and texting and your wireless zone

Thinking you’re great by walking on past

And doing your damnedest to make me downcast

And all the time I do fret as I sit

I know I’m not normal, I’m an awful fuckwit.

Instead of making this easy and helping me through

You confuse me, upset me and leave me askew

I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where I stand

But I feel that I’m drowning in a pool of quicksand

And all I can do is wander in circles

With my head in a mess as my confidence dwindles

I want to say hi, I want to reach out

My heart’s in a ribbon, I’m riddled with doubt

So we’ll leave it at this and let it come to a close

Before I rip out my heart to feed to the crows.

Warrior Princess

The County Side-Show

The County Side-Show

I sit and I wonder, as I watch the smoke rise,

And I see the sly glance, as you jump to hide.

Why in world, you’d be so daft,

As to indulge yourself, in such a ridiculous craft?

It’ll do you no favours, wherever you go,

And it’ll leave you smelling, like a dirty oul’ ho.

It’ll blacken your teeth and dim your eyes,

And leave you guilty, of considerable lies.

Does your mother know, or your father at that?

Do you think they’d approve and pat your back?

Who do you think it’ll ever impress,

When your lungs are a sodden, cancerous mess?

I’ll tell you the truth, as I loved those sticks,

That they slow you down, those little pricks.

They obscure the thinking, with the shite they contain,

And without you knowing, they create a strain.

So give them up now, before the harm sets in,

Or I’ll tell The Mammy, what accompanied the grin!           

Warrior Princess

Truth of Mine

Truth Of Mine

I wish upon a star this night,

That you will have a happy life.

That all that comes will make you smile,

And love will follow every mile.

I hope you’re never sad or lost,

That you never have to bear a cross.

I hope that when you close your eyes,

Your dreams are as endless as the skies.

I hope you’re always free inside,

And never feel your soul has cried.

For want or lack of things to come,

Or regrets for things you’ve never done.

I wish upon a star this night,

That your path is always free from strife.

That you’ll never have to walk alone,

That you’ll always have a place called home.

I hope you find a heart so true,

That will ever stay right there with you.

That will never wander far away,

Or look for other ways to stray.

I hope that God will keep you safe,

And never leave your heart to quake.

To the heavens this prayer I speak,

For you were never mine to keep.

Warrior Princess

Raindrops

Raindrops

Your smile stops my heart mid-beat,

And leaves my soul swimming in glorious defeat.

Your gaze washes over my every dream,

And sews in my happiness with embroidered seams.

My heart is gathered upon your sleeve,

Its endless peace is yours to weave.

The sun still shines while the rain does fall,

For even in the storm your light enthralls.

The vines of my life your eyes enlace,

The touch of your look upon my face.

You pull me into your thoughts so deep,

My time has fled for your love to keep.

Warrior Princess

Troubles Of Mind

Troubles Of Mind

My heart is howling the beats of distress,

My soul is ripped through the bones of my breast,

I hate to see you, for it does not last,

But leaving you, a shadow casts.

I cannot breathe these bleeding breaths,

Of aches and hallows and endless deaths,

I cannot dream of your bright eyed smile,

As I drag you to me, mile by mile.

I cannot grasp this screeching hush,

That twists me in the black of its mush,

I cannot purge this blinding pain,

This relentless wrenching that leaves me lame.

I tear your image from the pit of my mind,

Your softest eyes grasp and bind,

You rip me from the comfort of time,

From the depths of your light I cannot climb.

Like the fingers of death you call to me,

You haunt my life you’re all I can see,

I shall whither and die, I can no longer endure,

You’re the flames in my heart, you’re my only cure.

Warrior Princess

Sunburnt

Sunburnt

I miss you, when I’m not there

I miss ignoring you, like I don’t care

I miss the glances, stolen and shy

And watching your arse, on the sly

Warrior Princess

Eripit Me

Eripit Me

I wander between your heart and mine,

And I cry to the shadows I hide behind.

I seek the light you cast to me,

Your open smile I long to see.

I call to you in the dark of night,

I scream within with all my might.

In pain I constantly toss and turn,

And in my heart I quake and burn.

I hear crashing waves of trees,

As the leaves dance heavily in the breeze.

I yearn to hear as you draw near,

For in my soul then, all is clear.

And for that moment, brief in time,

All I feel is so sublime.

Warrior Princess

Tides of Time D.A, Survivor Style

Blast from the past...found it on my MySpace page

Tides of Time D.A Survivor Style

 The nightmare that once began, stripped my soul to a slogged out mush of emptiness, and left 

me drowning in a sea of diarrhoea,

Flailing helplessly, against the tides of life, 

unable to form a thought for all the horrendous sights and smells continuously filled my head, all 

the nonsense of the dulled out crap of the lower echelons,

horrified my soul.

Sinking fast beneath the waves of Missing Personalities Incorporated,

half eaten by the sharks of night time thoughts, 

lungs filled to bursting until my head explodes and all hope so nearly lost.

Clothes hanging like a tramp, skin paled to a deathlike greyed out pallor with the eyes of 

ghosts of eons passed, 

shoulders worn beneath the weight of those so undeserving of the breath within their ungrateful 

bones,

ears unwelcoming the sound of the circling gulls ready to pick the leather from the aged hands 

of the crone upon the driftwood bones of youth.

The flickering spots of light along the far off distant coasts, vanish under the touch of the sight of 

the weary eyes, changing constantly as hope would randomly appear, as a mirage to the 

dehydrated induced dead of the desert sands, and all is lost.

Unconscious now to the reality of the superficiality of all that is as it would appear, holed up in 

the Hollywood colours of the Twenties, within a mind reluct to think for in thoughts untouched 

sits the untouched truth of the One who sits on claim to all created within the ancient world, 

unable to conceptualise the hardness of the modern Sea of Shite.

Until at last war weary from the fight of time upon the waves, beneath the ocean bed, of years 

damn near three, drift into the unchartered shallowed waters of the Sea of Redemption, until 

before me stood one saviour, most unholy, most unlikely was he who took me by the arm and 

slowly led me inward,

leaving all of that which I did never recognise behind. He who thought and taught and thought 

again until now I could realise the release of the Bath Time Water, to sit upon the limescaled 

rock which grew within my heart to slowly form the bricks and blocks with which I built my 

fortress upon the sturdy ground of New Land.

And what a mighty castle I did build, would bring a smile to Simon or Garfunkel as I too fill it with 

my books, my poetry and too, all that which would appear to beautify the ugly structure of all the 

most horrendous bags and bowels and broken bridges of all those who walk around its moat.

I sit and watch the world walk by in ordered fashion offering itself as on a catwalk, 

a sale which it has yet to sell to a cynical and unrepenting heart,

I fear it all as yet again I see the approach of yet another Tsunami, created not by others, 

but by the diarrhoea of all that which I have yet to flush away, sending it across the Sea of 

Forgiveness to the Land of Forgetfulness, which rests within a pantheon unknown as of yet, 

to those without a boat in which to set it to sail.

So now alone without the assist of others, I in all my lonely tears of time,

shall  wear my hands with work unsuited to the soul, tearing down the walls, not using fists or 

teeth, more love for those still as yet undeserving, but only in their own unknowning of the 

marvel that lies within their own eternal soul, ready to appear at the genuine light of a smile 

offered for no other purpose but to please, and so life continues.

And over a thousand times a thousand more slowly in the unmaking than in the construction, it 

shall eventually be a rebuilt mansion of sorts, upon the foundation it shall remain, 

yet high above the ever changing tides, 

I shall yet untie the thousand tiny coloured silk ribbons, 

strangling, binding, cutting through the downy flesh, eternally holding, unseverable even by the 

sharpest force,

until at last unbound, untied, unbuilt, all of that, over which I never had control,

shall finally of its own accord assemble on the sea, a ship in which it now shall sail itself to 

lands unknown, 

to leave the terrified heart behind in peace, ready at last to allow the flow of all that once upon a 

time may yet be seen or felt so deep within.

It's time to smile as the untamed, untrained woman of night, after all the years of fear of self,

Shall finally take to flight once more, to gather to my own all those of love to which I am 

deserved,

to build a bubble full of silly stuff of fluff and rainbows and cherub puffed clouds,

if only for a while – what shite!

But sure, isn't that life! 

Warrior Princess