The child with rainbow socksThe child with rainbow socks
hidden beneath platitudes and pleats
bubbling under the surface
with the joy that she's alive
Amidst the guilt and shame, there lie tatters,
rags and scraps of blues and yellows, greens and reds.
The misshapen patches of that girl
waiting to walk home in her shoes.
Instead the threads tangle around glass
Shattered beyond repair and yet
When the sharp edge catches the sunlight,
the socks live again.
The child with the rainbow socks
is now a woman in her own right
neither hiding nor fighting herself.
She wears her colours with pride and today
feels the simple joy of being alive
Passive DerelictionThey say that death would be a reprieve
From the desolation that surrounds souls,
But I see a fistful of lies,
Presented like butterflies but smelling of decay.
There is a sweetness in waiting,
Breathing deeply in the serenity of a stagnant thought,
A moment's debris littered about the mind.
Like an unlabelled petri dish.
Where do you go to release?
Cleanse the spirit, free the mind from itself,
Steal away with the fits of anger - the spite
That holds you in its clutches, grasping
All you hold dear and ripping - slashing - slicing - biting!
Envy and her bedfellows of hatred and regret chain down,
Binding all but the best of you to yourself.
Float, float up and bathe,
In the light of opalescent memories,
The dregs of broken feelings like mud,
Slip from your skin in the waters of freedom.
No love is lost in the transition,
The anger fights and spits for reactions; attention!
But why coddle a tantruming toddler when you can step away?
No logic exists in passively sinking
When your existen
Domina Mortis - The Lady of Death'Where is the lady of death?' they say,
As the whispers cascade through the room,
Domina mortis percutiet
When will she come out to play?
For her words bear the venom of many a sting,
Each step is a dance to your grave,
A look in her eyes tells a tale none forget
her voice sings the songs of your sin.
The lady of death is the mother of life,
Destruction gives way to rebirth,
Domina mortis vigilias,
Planets collide and bear strife,
Darkness and passion's child frolicking true,
As her blood coats the blade of her knife,
Her mystery lingers, yet you live in bliss,
Not knowing that she has seen you.
The lady of death awaits on the cliff,
Overlooking the star-spangled sea,
Domina mortis est vobis,
She feels every pulse, every shift,
Anteres speaks deep in her soul as she waits,
As her breath slows and limbs become stiff,
This life bears a burden; the die has been cast,
The victor of treacherous fate.
DeclarationsIn light of several things this morn,
I have something to say,
your laugh, your smile - your happiness
for these each day I pray.
You bring me warmth where ice grew thick,
your presence gives me hope,
I know with you I'm truly safe
with you I live, not cope.
Your humour, wit - your very mind,
consume my soul with awe
I knew you were quite special but
met none like you before.
I can't wait to be found in you
to touch your precious soul,
I am so grateful every day
that you are mine to hold.
For WDLadySweet one don't cry, don't mar your face,
With tears that speak of broken grace,
Your inspiration will replace,
Your scattered words and puzzled face.
Your writing shall renew your soul,
And wondrous stories will be told,
Of pain so gripping, chilling- cold,
To buy where only books are sold.