Tissue Abuse!/ A Tissue of Lies!

I lie here crisp, virgin, pure and new. I lie here at the top of the pile waiting for you. The tension is mounting what can I do, I know any time  now I shall be seized and used roughly by you.

I have never hurt you so is it fair that I should feel so threatened by you standing there! …..OH! no be gentle , don’t squeeze me that way.I don’t think you are listening to a word that I say.

OH! please this awful what did I ever do to you, to use use me so cruelly and cover me with your goo!

ARRRRH! now you just drop me tell me is that fair to throw me in the bin and then just disappear.

Figurehead

I am the eyes and the heart of the ship. I always have the future in my sight . I have the men of this vessel in my keep and I watch over them by day as they work and by night as they sleep.

I am their protection their safe haven I show them the way to go, I carry them, I guide them. I am to be trusted and this they know.

The rain and the hail always hit me first the waves crash across me sometimes it is a curse. I am adored and loved by my crew and as long as they protect, polish and love me for them there is nothing I would not do.

I am their magic protector and with me they are safe I shall carry them soundly through tempest and storm. They will be safe wrapped in my tender embrace. At night I shall rock them gently through the mountainous waves I shall glide them until the fresh and calm morn.

I am the first  to arrive at safe harbour I am the first to leave. I am the eyes and the heart of this ship I am the one to be thanked for the gifts my crew receive.

Thank goodness there are some humane Humans left! I think Rumpydog will appreciate this one too in fact all my friends will. So God bless all those who help.

I picked you some Flowers

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Why was your mummy crying why did she look so sad, so I forgot to give  her your flowers I do hope you won’t be mad.

I picked them by the stream where we are not meant to go, I did not ask my mummy for I knew she would say no!

I knew they took you to hospital we all saw the ambulance the other day, we all got so excited but then you see we did not think you’d stay……….. away.

I saw your dad out walking Kenyo yesterday I asked how you were and like your mummy he would not say.

Kenyo was not bouncing and your dad looked sad, I wish I had not spoke to him his sad eyes made me feel bad.

Every one misses you, well none as much as me. I am lonely as I have your empty seat at school right next to me.

I asked my mum would she take me to see you , I asked if I could bake a cake and bring that with us too.

She made lots of excuses as to why we could not go , and I got very angry because I wanted to!!  and I miss you so!

Mum said I am not to bother your mum and dad and that you would not be coming back. She would not tell why and that made me so very sad.

I asked why you had gone and why you’d not return. I was met with silence and sad looks which made me cry till my eyes burned.

I picked for you some flowers I bought them to your door. I picked for you some flowers but your mummy said you were not here any more.

Where you had gone to she would not say ,when I asked where I could find you she brushed a tear away.

Ships with Souls

It was quiet out there the ships all answered my call to arms. It was all still suddenly life had been becalmed!

Space is huge and merciless it cares not if you lose command it is cruel and mean it is under hand. All quiet came the reply from every ship,I did not trust the quiet and I was glad I had a weapon at my hip.

But above the voices of my captains came the the evil sound , personal and haunting causing to my ears pain. Closer ever closer moving in the alien fleet all whispering to me “we will win” I felt like screaming back at them “No you shall not” but even in my head by voice sounded scared and thin.

Space is dark and silent it has no beginning and no end it is mysterious and dangerous and it is never, ever your friend. As I stood there in the silence of the dawn my eyes looking spacewards my senses all on fire my mind by alien forces being drawn.

I vowed that I would fight. I vowed that I would help my people win  but Lars was by my side then how can I cope without him.

All of a sudden I screamed into the mike that, it was not quiet, it was deafening,  it was painful it was scary. Beware beware they are all around us they are out there. At last I felt my ancestors my, sisters in the sight, I had not felt them lately I feared they had deserted me in my plight.  I felt their powers burning me I felt their, sister hood. I felt their blood running in my veins and knew that this was good.

I was shocked to see their faces they were nearer to me then those I’d had seen before. My Great Grandma  my Grandma and my Mother those who had schooled me for what is now in store. Their Powers so much greater than mine were raising in my soul at last, for the first time since Lars’s death I was actually feeling whole.

Though I was scared and lonely I felt their powers strong, at last, I thought, at last. Now I felt the power to go on. I held my breath and spoke to them and to my delight  turned  and spoke to me. They answered my fears with hope my dread with loving smiles and even if I stood here alone I knew that I could cope.

And so I rallied my fleet and ordered them ready as I put on my helmet and headed for my craft I heard a voice say “steady!” I swung round my visor halving my sight was that Lars in the doorway come to make sure I was ready . My sight cleared, no it was Jayden she had heard my scream she ran to me and bade me come back alive or she would personally see to it that I would never thrive!

I reached into my pocket and feeling something scraped my fingers, it was Lars’s badge. I fixed it to my flight suit I felt his presence and I prayed to him to linger. Hugging Jayden and swearing I’d be back I sent off to the launch bay to fly into the black!

It was quiet out there the ships all answered my call to arms. It was all still suddenly life had been becalmed!

Space is huge and merciless it cares not if you lose command it is cruel and mean it is under hand. All quiet came the reply from every ship,I did not trust the quiet and I was glad I had a weapon at my hip.

Ships with Souls

And so in the arms of Morpheus I rest  my senses stilled but not entirely depressed. I need to sleep, I need to empower my brain and my limbs for I must be at my best when I wake again!

Alone in my bunk where by my side Lars should be. My heart is broken, even in sleep I know his face I never shall again see. A gentle lunar breeze off Io’s plains  lifts my hair and caresses my face again. I feel the stirrings in my being, my breasts swell and I offer myself up.  I feel Lars’s presence he whispers and his warm breath, I know so well.With gentle hands and kisses full he takes me from this living hell. With fire and forceful moves he takes me to heavens high and as I scream out in high delight.My eyes open now I am wet, I moan and reach out only to find myself alone in the night.

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It is pointless weeping for my love lost. No point in wasting my energy I need it all for the fight which must be won at all costs.  Sleep no longer an option and so I threw on my coat and went to see the moons! I stood alone outside the colony on Io’s dusty plain thinking of the fight about to start so soon.

I felt the enemy speak to me from out in space, its voice was cold and hard and chilled my soul. The voice was loud and had no grace. This made we shiver from head to toe this forthright voice I had come to know. I felt a tear escape from my eye I was alone even my ancestors seemed to have left me, gone but not said why.

Returning as the suns arose I made strong coffee and blew my nose no more tears will I shed until I am victorious or even dead. Picking up a headset from the radio I called my ships hidden out on the Rim I spoke with them all and I was honest our chances were thin…………….

Mother Nature speaks

Can you hear me son can you hear my voice. Can you hear me daughter can you catch my words before you have no choice.

Did you read my emails do you check them out.I have phoned you many times, the fact that I have tried to warn you is not doubt.

Did you read my letters son did you read and weep. Have you received my postcards  daughter. They did not have the answers that you seek.

I carved it on the gate posts and  the walls.I have hire out huge bill boards with letters 20ft tall!

I have screamed and I have shouted. I have made an almighty fuss but no one is listening is there no one out there who wants to put me first.

Mother nature’s weeping, mother nature full of pain you  have not been listening to her you have let her down again. The blooms are out in winter and summer flowers bloom in spring the snow falls in summer and sometimes in spring. You are heading for another drought your reservoirs are almost dry but there are still leaks from the mains out in the streets and I am asking why!!

The animals all suffer and fauna and flowers too it is starting with the the smaller things but soon to suffer it will be you. This beautiful green planet that you live in  is drying up like dessert have you not noticed a thing.

I have warned you till I horse and dropped hints as large as Tsunami and Earthquakes I am getting so tired and you just ignore me have any idea how sad that makes me.

Stop all you selfish clambering and look at what you are doing. You are melting my ice caps and heading for rack and ruin! I can only do my best like any loving mother can but your are not just naughty children you are the race Human.

So hear my voice and listen good this is your only chance to save my life and enhance yours to stop my final deaths’ dance.

 

Ships with Souls

I sent out the message to the fleet that was scattered around the Rim .I knew the enemy were coming we had to join together for this fight we had to win!

Some were out on Europa and some on Ganymede I had to have them on my side as it is no easy job to lead. 

I was born with the knowledge of the future and the past and as I can control the both this next battle was to be the last.I need to lead the fleet I need to lead and win yet I feel such loss because I was sure that Lars would be here my future was meant to be with him.

As I stood by the window Jayden asked what were my plans she knew that I was cursed and held our worlds’ future within my hands for better or for worse. Ice formed on the window as I let out a breath I shrugged and smiled at her as we stood in the communication’s room I had just sent out the wake up call to all my ships now the plans were all set in motion. Messages were buzzing from ship to ship hidden by the three moons.

Lars had built the fleet from the pilots that he knew. It had all started two years back when I had told him what I knew.I’d seen the ships as they approached us, still light years off. I had never been so scared as when my mind first glimpsed the ships. These ships were more than alive, I had seen that before. No these ship were terrifying they had souls and even more…. Not only did they talk to each other they were talking straight to me.

My mind keeps running away with me at once I hear that alien all shouting at once to me! Then next  my childhood  dream of my ancestors three my grandmother her mother and her  mother through my dreams they also constantly speak to me.

My ancestors

Jayden calls me back into the present away from my troubled mind away from ships with souls and harden women related to me!

‘Come’ , she says, “Aylish time for rest, you are going to need it when this war begins we are all going to need help ”

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Journal For Poetry Challenge#7 25/03/2012

Death a poem
by William Butler Yeats

 

Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Suppression of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.

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In this poem I see “Death” stalking the battle fields and war torn villages and towns. Eagerly reaping up the dead. No respect for age or sex he just collects them all. Not even the animals are safe from him.

In fact the beginning  lines of the poem suggest that there is no hope for man nor beast . There is no hope, for man created war and in doing so they opened the gates of hell to let an unstoppable killing machine/ monster into our world.

Sadly I agree ever since the first tribes picked up stones or branches against each other war has been around in one guise or an other ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ modern or ancient…………………..

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William Butler Yeats 13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939) was an Irish poet and playwright, and one of the foremost figures of 20th century literature. A pillar of both the Irish and British literary society.Yeats had a life-long interest in mysticism, spiritualism, occultism and astrology. He read extensively on the subjects throughout his life, became a member of the paranormal research organisation.

He  was born and educated in Dublin but spent his childhood in County Sligo. He studied poetry in his youth and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult.

Yeats proposed to 25-year-old Georgie Hyde-Lees (1892–1968), whom he had met through Olivia Shakespear. Despite warning from her friends—”George … you can’t. He must be dead”( he was 51yrs she  accepted,)  and the two were married on 20 October. Their marriage was a success, in spite of the age difference, and in spite of Yeats’ feelings of remorse and regret during their honeymoon. The couple went on to have two children, Anne and Michael. Although in later years he had romantic relationships with other women and possibly affairs, George herself wrote to her husband “When you are dead, people will talk about your love affairs, but I shall say nothing, for I will remember how proud you were.”

Yeats may of had affairs after his marriage but had only had two before firstly with Maud Gonne and secondly with Olivia Shakespear.

More information on W.B Yeats can be found at  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/W._B._Yeats

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Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here.  Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:

They have ships with souls

what am I to do

Here am I what do I do, I now have to face the rest of my life without you. Lost and forgotten on Io’s plains tired and fearful forced to face my fate again.

Jayden  reminded me that I can no longer hide the  gift of sight I am duty bound to save my race from it’s yet unknown plight.

I do not want this heavy burden I do not want to carry the extra weight. I preferred my life with Lars, I was hidden, safe my happiness on a plate. But no more to feel his burning touch now he is dead,  fear sized me it was just too much.

When a child still, the first dreams came of how the machines would come and invade man’s domain. The huge space ships  that had  thinking souls that came by night and devoured planets whole! They showed no mercy, man woman or child if they stood in the machine’s path they would be left on the ground a corpse sucked dry and left cold.

They told me, the old one’s, that I thought too much and that it was unworldly to talk of such. Then Lars came into my life, he understood my dreams he did not shun away he took me for his wife. He understood from what I said, that he had taken on my path and he would walk with me until he was dead.

We stood together out on the Rim  he helped to hide my secret gift of sight from kit and kin. He recruited a  fleet of ships and men, on my word,  for I foresaw the armada of ships upon their way our planets to lay waist and us to slay.

the ships with souls

We kept watch both day and night our fleet was ready at moments notice to take flight.

And so tonight in Jayden’s room I sit and share a beer she is my best friend but she is not Lars I fear. In my minds eye I see the ships amassing beyond the Rim and I know I must convince Lars’es  men I can lead as well as him.

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This is the Fifth instalment in a story set in the future. Here is episode one  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/he-fights-beyond-io/

and episode two. https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/i-saw-i-aw-him-crash-and-burn/   and episode three https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/03/21/the-edge-of-enternity-on-io/ episode four  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/the-path-starts-on-io/

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