Pipin Poetry (28)

Your heart ached and pounded away like mad
deep down knowing that he was not here to stay
finding out just to be another number on his pad
nothing to hold on to whilst he roamed astray.

A love which was not meant to be after all
as playing games was not her strong hold
when she came crashing down with a hearts fall
to a pretentious loving soul who's heart not shone like gold.

Today I'm about to change the way I am
As I am about to embark on a new journey, as I can!

A colourful world is awaiting me out there pretty smart
Amongst the rich beggars and the poor thieves of heart

Stepping out there my mix and match
Filtering out the good beasts from the bad batch

I am sure about to take my time back then and for now
As love should never come easy when on show.

Run! run, run some more! Run, run for ever more!
with wolves, hyaenas and beasts, alongside Thor
protecting, so you thought was there to keep
only to have hold then lose again and weep.

Time has passed in the everlasting deep Abyss
so it seemed, time travelled in hot pursueded bliss
but never to been found or seen again to this day
still calling out helplessly mayday! mayday!mayday!

Particules of universal black mass sold to the vendee
whales, dolphins and slaves alike silenced by man at sea
discharged without honour or degree, simply dispersed!
Manmade shelter above the trees submissively coerced.

Fading and wasting away, slowly without meaningful hold
sunshine trying to warm the bones but night wins with its cold
Stars journeyed to a nearby path of plentiful crossroads
still silently and motionless deciphering original codes.

Stop! Stop! Stop! no more! Stop now! Stop! no more!
but wolves, hyaenas and beasts already slaughtered Thor!

Sprinkled star dust on my feet
from the dessert windy beat
sun shining relentlessly and bright
my skin a thousand stars sitting tight.

Flustered, nowhere a drink to spare
just the dry non forgiving air
melting away non forgiving weight
as to merciless vultures bait.

Just being barely now a bag of bones
not surrendering to any of the drones
crawling through sand of milk and honey
in an old rugged barely woven gunny.

One last bullet in the fear forsaken gun
lizards and scorpions in front of me having fun
hearing foot steps on the marching order
forwarding steadily towards the deadly border.

One more weakened look towards the inferno
One more imagined taste of ice cold Pernod
One more thought of when the order came
One more time holding up M9 and bang!

A thousand light years from now
all will be found stuck up in a row
narrowed down by ones weirdness
and all thoughts become meaningless.

No more glissening sun to squint to
just universal everness on a string of solo
reckoning beyond black diamond skies
fiddle tunes to everlasting blares flies

then......

B A N G!

all goes back to normal and here you are
you did not seek out and or went to far
back at the desk in the here and now
that's where I last saw it in the back row.

;-)

Strong brute of a man with Blue eyes and Brown hair
standing 6'3 tall surrounded by charismatic air
J.F. keeps sending out his magic spells to her
cuckooing her gently for a life of love to share.

He understands perseverance pays within reach
and who lives by motto: Meanma agus Misneach!
Courteous and loving in every sense on native beach
holding out his arms for her to move and preach.

Across the sea she will finally be with him in time
letting go of all her past, without the need to climb
to embrace once more forgotten pure love so sublime
that only he knows how and when to make her 'mine.

Walking barefoot on this thistle ground,
as the soul has long gone beyond,
where no human should have gone,
giving up, its spirit to its pawn.

As colour mean nothing to rain,
because all gets washed away,
leaving behind a bloody stain,
but history managing to stay.

Sunshine embracing exstinguished eyes,
ears not hearing anymore forgotten cries,
mouth empty words travelling in disguise,
body has become by now to frail to rise.

Firmly round ankles shackled anker,
patrolling laughable a lonely flanker,
bruises mending healed broken bones,
covering sins of long forgotten ones.

Tear drops in the rain saying Good Bye to all of it,
yet intrigued, leaving at the drop of a heart beat,
not ever looking back but moving forward in haste,
running, stumbling, falling into your arms: I amazed!

How fast it all came to be and yet here I am...lost!?,
my mind wondering what do I miss the most,
trying to remember how life used to be back then,
but now cannot find anything in my memory's den.

Only time will tell if I be able to master the whole of it,
step by step, day by day, slowly but with a steady pace,
walking away finally from my inner past deamons pit,
embracing the light and once more to join the human race.

Spirit unbroken

She was borne to a dungeon on a palace ground and shackle bound by five ages
to serve, obey to one man's command, demeanor and ruthless ways.
Years passed without a sight of release - by then counting fourteen ages
At that period men on steel horses entered the fortress, taking down the King
and storming its oubliette maze, bringing temporary end to it all just to be
crowned to the Steel Horses King who lived by the mantra:
"When we do right, nobody remembers. When we do wrong, nobody forgets"

Three ages later, she birthed a male heir to the kings' jubilant and triumphant joy
and her deed was done: she planned the big break away for an eternity so it seemed
but in the end stole the kings son, and went from them.
The steel horses followed man by man, but she was nowhere to be found
and still on the run. For another two ages she run and found a simple
but not upstanding man, which was not what was meant to be.

She birthed another two descendant to this simple but not upstanding man and
lived alongside her sorrow another three ages, then one day freedom called:
Taking the three smalls she was again on the run, they left by boat to a far away land
where milk, honey and Pharaohs still lived by rules of tomorrow: There she started
living under a servant name for three ages until her head was shown the gun.

She lost her three smalls back to the kingdom of pain and was taken by force to the
dead city to stay. scarred and bleeding she never gave in, over and over rising like
a phoenix from the ashes and standing tall: Two ages later of endurance of torture
and rape, her spirit still unbroken, her empty heart and soul long gone astray, thus
brutally the twenty six tried to bring her to her fall, but her inner strength kept her sane in all

By then she counted days like diamonds carved into the wall, when at sunset she was taken
to her knees with a gun held to her head and told to kill one alike or herself, the cold came
over her when hearing the other pleas; the slayer pushed the heavy shiny metal in her fragile
hand and she was given one minute to think, a thousand years passed by so it seemed,
she closed her eyes when pulling the trigger for the other one to sink.

Death did not become her and she turned numb and without pain, like a puppet on strings:
Days, weeks, and months passed without a way, but then one day she found a path out and
disappeared among Arabs, bearded men, through bazaars and underground caves to the
golden gate and flew out on eagle wings: Full nine moons she battled through the
justice to get her three smalls back who she had reared

Time took a toll on her body, and so was chasing the dragon: Hard liquor became her best
comrade as both of them tried so hard to forget. Now the scars and empty heart are slowly
healing of the once pretty maiden who still has not learned to this day to succumb to devils Eden.

You think she dances
to your notes
which come
from a hatred pen.

Your simple mind
plays havoc without
reasoning and you
are not the only
hardship out there!

You feel helpless
amongst the truth
been shouted at you
and calling her a liar!

Give your heart a break
and submit that you
cannot stop thinking
of her; if her truth wouldn't be!

Go hide behind your exterior world
out there between mountains
and when at sea it will catch
up with you in the lonely hours at dawn

A man you suppose to be
but instead you are afraid
of your own inner fear of
allowing to be loved by me!

Her inner strength and all matches yours
and you know it. But is makes it
harder for you to let it be!

Go on! Fight it! Day and night!
No matter how hard you power lift
it won't get out of your mind
and heart because of her!

No matter how many you will date
nothing comes even close
to her magnitude and intellect
as her beauty and heart
will follow you wherever you are.

You provide beauty
with everlasting sun
direct to my heart

Your enclosure holds
me within reasons
to stay sane

Your brute strength
protects me from
the environment

You care about me as
much as with so many
creatures out there

You fully welcomed
me between your heights,
lows and stormy ways

Yet...

You gave me what no
human ever was able to...

Now:
Complete
Modest
Incessant
Cleansed
Forgiven

Then:
Capture
Terror
Carnage
Merciless
Unbreakable

Here:
Haunted
Restless
Fragile
Forsaken
Emptiness

T H E
T R U T H