Ice Cold

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All ties, torn and broken I carry my heart in a jar

I search for you, eyes downcast, I follow your scent from afar.

I told you I would do it, rip my heart out for you in a beat

I have cleaned it and pickled it and it is now ready for you to eat.

The wind blows through the forest ice cold it comes from the north.

I no longer feel it’s icy chill as half naked on my quest for you I set forth.

Life’s blood dripping from my wound, my eyes hold a dead glassy stare

My body aches for you my my soul screams out in pain,my hopes go nowhere.

The tiny, tight pleats on my dress reflect the meanness of your being

My bared breast a reminder of my love and nurturing

Free, unfettered there for you to suckle from, and hold

But you have cast me off unwanted abandoned to the cold.


An old poem of mine, renamed and revamped from 2013.

Lost Hope

What good are these wings  to me

They have never helped me to be free.

What use have I for these eyes

Pluck them out, ignore my plaintiff cries.


What need have I of  these arms

None, none if not for your charms

What use my soul what use  my heart

Your harsh  words have rent them in half.


What point  my life what hope have I

I am replete, forlorn I need to die.

What good these wings I ask you with a sigh

What good to me who  can no longer fly.


Breaking Hearts

I step forward you step back

Dancing around each other, I am loosing track.

Fingers brushing thoughts causing blushing

I step forward you step back , the rejection is crushing.


Too many people here

They are all watching me see  them stare.

I reach for you  but you have already gone

Slowly I bow my  head  in shame, cover my ears as they play our song.×267-AE675AB2-701C-406A-A0577897AD0AB7AC.jpeg

Falling slowly from the tower

For this second I feel a rush of power.

No pain yet, maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly

Sadly this real life  you will not catch me . You’ll depart and let  me die.



I am warmed  by the blood evacuating my veins.

Will you turn back will you run and take my hand

Will you hell, you barely acknowledge me,I am not registering in your plan.


I step forward you step back

Dancing around each other, I am loosing track.

Fingers brushing thoughts causing blushing

I step forward you step back , the rejection is crushing.


JusJoJan: Meeting in the rain.

Hello, hello I said

He stopped and turned his head

Our eyes met a thousand questions left unanswered.

So long since we last met .

The rain fell hard

Yet I could not feel it, my heart so scarred

Not a word from you, you left me high and dry

Gone without a word nothing left to do but cry.

Your face said it all

Not wanting  to see me, you threw up a wall so tall

Cut so deep I thought my heart would stop

“Sorry my mistake” I said, “I don,t know you” I smiled. I watched as  your jaw dropped

A wall so high.

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We sit together, in two separate corners of the room. Once we were so close how did we come this far apart  it all happened so soon.

It all happened so soon, do I disgust you as much as you do me. What clouded our love how can this be. We eat together but our souls are so far apart we smile and chat  but we each are falling apart.

Falling apart deep cracks through our hearts. When did we stop loving what brought it all on, did we wake up one morning to find the caring had gone.

The caring had gone but the pretence lives on.We play out our lives all smiles , teeth and eyes hiding the truth covering up the lies. What is the reason where is the point .

What is the reason where is the point . Where has our reason gone that made us joint. So many years just flowing down the sink my words fall on your ears and dry faster than ink. There is an atmosphere that you could cut with a knife it is choking our relationship denying it life. We sit together, in two separate corners of the room. Once we were so close how did we come this far apart  it all happened so soon.

I have tried to reach you but you no longer care and I am beginning to wander if you are really there . So tall is the divide how high it has climbed I can no longer reach you and I am no longer inclined . It hurts too much.

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Holding On


There she waits under yonder tree waiting for her love, her eyes downcast she does not see me. Every day without fail she waits for him, come sun, rain, snow or hail.

I cannot help her though I have tried. I have held her hand and nursed her when she has cried. Oh! mistress sweet what can I do to take this vale of tears from you.

The path that she has trod, she has flattened down the green and luscious sod. I feel her pain yet I can’t help. Could you not intervene please God.

So thin so thin and her eyes grown dim. Her girlish joy all gone she is as good dead her soul just holding on like the words of a nearly forgotten song.

The Crow Angel 2

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They searched the towers, they searched the hills. She crawled through caves and holes where the draughts blew shrill.Never resting from the flight they helped the crow angel in her plight.Her wings became tattered her limbs bruised she found this hard as to pain she was not used. A the crows she loved dear but one two and three were always near.

Facing storms, winds and heat they scoured the earth. When the crow angel could no longer fly, she crawled her beloved three bathed in her tears as she cried. She would not rest she would not sleep, in her arms one two and three she would keep  nestled happy in her arms to sleep.

Yet the crow angel would not sleep a permanent watch for her love she did keep. The other crows some how knew to live she needed to find her banished love and so that is what they all strived to do.





He was frighten, he was cold every bone in his body ached and he felt a million years old. This was all so new to him he was lost and so alone he missed his love he missed his kin.

He missed the voice he missed the care but most of all he missed her.


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