He fights beyond Io

Alone at the rising of the suns


Alone on the edge awaiting the dawn here on the outer rim of Orion I watch the light arrive on Caprica with the morn. From here I see far beyond the horizon the endless night skies to where they reach down to frozen lands where endless snow flies.

I count the suns, one, two, three they light the pitch black but they will not light me. I quickly slip back into the cave I shall no longer walk under the suns until he returns, the one I crave.

He flies his ship around Io as he watches for ships from Jupiter below. I pray for his safe return for without him for me there is no life I know. I will him safe I will him the victor may his ship zoom and fly in hails of photons and skim through firestorms along the the event horizon I wave my fists at the climbing suns I beg them return him to me the loss I feel in my blood as it runs in my veins………… Return him I beg them please I scream or do I just  implore in vain.

I am The Christmas Fairy

I am the christmas fairy

I am the Christmas  fairy what on earth has happened to me I am lost and fallen from the Christmas tree. I am alone and frightened only dark do I see my beautiful wings and my party dress are all black what has happened to me.

I was tired of watching, I no longer wanted to see the sadness inside of those humans …….. no it seems it has all fallen on me. They were all here for a while full of laughter and smiles or so it seemed but I could feel all the torment underneath  was that really their Christmas dream.

The room was lovely and my tree was a wondrous sight  they all pretended to be happy but I heard what they whispered to each other when they were in bed at night. Why, they should of been happy with the ones they loved, but three wished they were with someone else, two lucky souls had each other so they felt they were above the petty undertones. The last is the one who’s pain took me she stood alone hoping wishing praying to God for joy just every day coping.

Why suffer so why pretend, why is love and caring so unkind so bitter in the end. Why put yourself through it why try then wait for the phone that does not ring and cry. They will say it was great they will say it was the best and you all know, it was a mess. The pain in each soul is just out of control. All it needs is for humans to to speak the truth to reach out an touch with love that was theirs when they were young and their parents had youth.

I saw him the black dog in the corner he was restless ready to pounce and he did he ripped out their souls he took every ounce. No amount of decoration or cuisine can sate that dog’s appetite for depression, he is always lean and mean.

Why lie

Why did I let them in why did I look deep into their pain. I am lost in this dark place with that black dog face to face will I ever escape will I ever rise and see the light and feel the warmth of love or will  it forever be lies.

I am the Christmas  fairy what on earth has happened to me I am lost and fallen from the Christmas tree. I am alone and frightened only dark do I see my beautiful wings and my party dress are all black what has happened to me.

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