Feather Showers

White  and light falling free millions of angel feathers do I see. What has happened, what has come to be that all these angel feathers are floating free.

Gentle like wishes whispered from innocence’s mouths gently filling the skies like nimbus clouds.

Floating down like gentle snow it leaves me confused as where to go. For all is not as idyllic as it seems, I know.

For  if these feathers start to fall earthwards bound there must be trouble in heaven. I shall be bound.

Are the angels again at war could it be that heaven is again in uproar! Is this a fallen angel that we see resting by the lake , nursing  her wounds after breaking free?

Her pure white robes and wings belie the passion and and lust  her demeanour hides. See her as she rests by the lake bathing her hidden wounds. Her calm appearance is all fake.

Sadly if angels fall in love with each other they are cast out from heaven above. I am so sadden by this thought as in this veil of tears I am caught. I always hoped that up above  all was gentle all was love. If it the case that if they love each other they become erased I truly hope that is not the case .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a little mouse.

There was a little mouse and she lived in a house that she kept perfectly clean.

She was hard working and she ran her little house like a well oiled machine.

She loved her family and friends and she always had a smile for them as she helped them all the while.

But something was amiss as she worked and hugged and kissed.

There was something underneath that made her somehow incomplete.

She did all she could to keep her family well and protect them from her private hell.

Her children and Mr Mouse ( that is what she always called her beloved spouse)

were always first on her agenda.

She did her part and Mr Mouse  did his, he he was a storer and a mender.

Although always bright and gay Mr Mouse did like things his own way so little mouse made sure that before he came home she’d not forgotten any chore.

Helpful and obliging to all he would help anyone, who one him would call.

Yet he would harrie little mouse if she neglected her chores around the house.

No one went to play if they had not full filled their chores for the day. Too long on any favourite pastime could be construed as a crime.

Soon there came the day when all their family  got their own lives and moved away.

That left little mouse alone with Mr Mouse ( that is what she always called her beloved spouse).

Although outwardly bright and gay, he only had little mouse to boss about all day!

Escape to freedom

I had to leave the party, my head needed a break so I took my shoes off and I stole off to the lake.

The moon was glinting silver on water and there was a fine mist it all looked to beautiful, fresh and angel kissed.

I could hear the music from the party floating on the air the warm gentle night caressed me as I stood  alone and peaceful there.

The breeze took up a little and the clouds began to part and such a handsome moon appeared it almost stopped my heart.

I wanted to run up the moon beams I wanted to get way, I need a lifeline to save me. To open my eyes like the moon did just then , open  my eyes give me a lifeline and set me free.

Rescuse

Reaching up stretching hard, hoping for strength

All seemed too much but a sisters words came at length.

Then a hand was offered from across the water

offering more help than I deserve . More than this girl ought -er .

Time to call on the red shoes , give me strength

saving hands from sister and across the pond are on same wave length.

Thank you, thank you I shall try to re spread my wings and fly.

Strength in truth, I shall find the strong me of my youth.

 

 

 

Race of life, passing of time

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Clock face out of pace , time flies its a race.

Tick tock out of space  turn and run fall from grace.

Time flies, crooks and spies . Dead bodies fester maggots and blue flies.

Life comes life goes death travels on, no one knows where he goes.

Tick tock ,plip plop dripping tap racing clock. Watch your toes on the starting block.

Peddle peddle wheels go round changing gears drowns the sound

Of horses hoofs on the ground.

Big eyes tell lies, open mouths catch flies. Death lives life dies!

Valentine’s Day

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Beautiful Roses their message plain , they were oh! so lovely when they came. Chocolates and champagne too such a handsome way to say “I love you” Sadly handsome is as handsome does  and no one wants to make a fuss. But the message seems to fade away  as tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall , the vase smashed, the flowers scattered as to the floor they fall. No good to offer soothing words screams and shouts are all that’s heard. The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known the neighbours have no idea of the grief wreaked in this home. Things get worse she grabs a knife she’ll put an end to all this strife. She cuts him once she cuts him twice …” You need to learn to be be more nice  ” she whispers with a smile. He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once  but she always manages to repel their response. The truth is they would not  believe that the poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved. She carries no marks or bruises no, none at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man  who tries to please his wife the best he can . But she cannot be appeased nothing he does for her can make her pleased. She swears she loves him she swears it will change  but week after week it is the same. He will do or say something wrong and her devil will be on him before long.

He has tried to leave her tried to go  but she begged and weeped and carried on so, she promised she would get help. He cannot see any  way out , he cowers in the corner as she screams and  shouts. The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ……… then comes the usual banging at the door.

Sweet Sister Dove

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All was silent, ghostly light. When first the beauty came into sight.

Green ribbons in her hair was all that she needed to wear. The sweet cooing of her dove made wonderful music and coated all around with love.

Gentle light lit this glorious scene the light of love in her eyes gleamed. Fabulous music hit the gloom as she into the air as a pure dove of love did zoom.

Thank You Friend

Our eyes met across the busy bus. Little did we know that it was just the beginning of us.

We were so young we did not know the future we had no idea of the paths we had stepped out upon.

We got off at the same stop and followed each other to the house, eye contact then smiles we had to laugh. We had we had both met our other halves . Brothers different yet the same would lead us a dance in life’s harsh game.

Through good and bad we lent support, shared the joys and comforted each other when life made us sad. Our friendship meant so much to me, sometimes  you were the only thing between insanity and me. I feel I did the same for you it was no chore I was happy to .

You have been the best friend to me always there when I have been in need of an ear to hear my woes or to share  some jokes that curl our toes. I don’t think we have had cross words , well at least none that I have heard. I know you got the hump that time I brought round the boys and you got  their Mumps I did not realize but the crime was mine!

You are a Grandma I am not but maybe one day I will  have use for  a travel cot? We can share each others joys I have seen your girl grow and you have done the same with my boys.

I just don’t know how else to say you have helped me through some of my darkest days just to know that you are near is enough to quell most fears. To know you are at the end of the phone or email is enough to make life’s horrors pale. I hope that you know that you can expect the same from me just snap your fingers and I shall be there for you ………… just try it and see.

I write these silly words for you, they are the best that I can do to say thank you to you.

Gossima Threads

The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds. I feel the void between us, cavernous and black. Cold it is and deep. I pull the thread and ache, feeling the love I lack. My hands go searching for delight as my mind slips away into the night.

Stars caress me as I pass I feel their touch awake a tingle deep inside my fingers searching, searching hands grope and grasp. Loneliness exiled for a few sweet moments longing banish for a short sweet while . Limbs stretched to north and south sweet murmurs escaping from my mouth.

Senses heighten every inch of skin tingles eyes wide and lips blood  filled and full. In and out  the gossima thread is pulled. Oh! such aching torment my feelings swell  my body changing pounding pulsing  swelling breasts and nipples hard. My mind flees it’s hell. Exploding from inner place pouring forth hot and sticky on my fingers it is not wrong this is a gift of grace. Be  strong  don’t give in to fear keep up the pace scream out in joy  no one can hear me in this space.

Breathing is hard  but the need is strong , such sweet and joyous reward cannot be wrong. More, more I scream as I crave relieve don’t stop now it is all too brief.

Heart stops pounding  body slows, a smile in my eyes  my body aglow such a shame to wake alone no one to hold  the stars all gone. Dark all dark I straddle the void with just the memory of what I have just enjoyed. The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds.

The Black Dog Stalks.

He is there again , waiting drooling anticipating my pain! He knows he has me cornered, trapped within his sights, back against the wall .. I am lost, lost without hope on the edge of the precipice  about to fall.

I hear him, he is dogging my steps. Snapping at my heels, waiting for me to fall so he can get on his belly and towards me crawl. He is wining with expectation imagining the taste of my fear. His red eyes glaring at me longingly  wanting to rip out my soul Oh!God he is here he is here!

Stalking me I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck, his saliva running down my body hot and sticky. I am loosing it, I give up what the heck. Things are closing in on me so many demands on me like I am strung up with piano wire no hope of being cut free!

He has me on the wire as he  lays in the corner of my room and watches me through every sleepless night. He never sleeps nor do I, we watch each other terrified eye to eye. I fend him off best I can  but I do not know how much longer I can make this stand.

He can out run me in every way, the pressure drains me more each day. People don’t believe me I hear them say. “Shake yourself out of this it is a brand new day”……………..   But they don’t see him, on every corner, in every shadow , three steps behind me leering smelling my blood my fear. He has me, I am lost, no way out  and he is here.

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