He stumbled and he fell,
he never made a sound
His arms were free, his heart was hard
And fell headlong to the ground.
The mind didn’t see it coming
and fear was on both his lips
Silence reigned eternal
As hate from love life strips.
The furtive look, the terror
Of she who owned his heart
But the feeling of his treason
Left a cold and shallow smart.
The collar of his coat
Forever hiding his face
Love now dead and flying
In the grave of grace.
The kingdom it can never fail
Built by the eternal king before time’s tale
Told out this story so rampant and true
About the Thin White Queen and her love so true.
The Black King will rule over all
And will put away insurrections squall
With a single Word, the Holy Grail
His will and authority never fail.
The Holy Trinity will overcome in love
And the ways of the kingdom will rule above
In realms of bliss and peace and joy
All riches now resting to never cloy.
All those who thwart the royal rule
Will find themselves a speaking fool
For the trinity of evil, the world, flesh and devil
Are banished forever without a trial.
The Black King is ever on His throne
The Thin White Queen forever shown
To be the holy Bride of the Bridegroom’s choice
Listening only to His loving and true voice.
The kingdom has come in all its glory
Telling again the perfect story
Of the plan of the King of all Kings to champion
And reign victorious in His holy fashion.
What you endured I cannot say
My eternal price to pay
My love overflows for you my King
You win my heart so I sing
Songs of love to you and exalt
The mind now a closed vault
To all who would hurt me or deceive
Leaving me in sin’s reprieve
To hurt and cajole me to perform
Your cruel ways now your cultural norm.
The enemy is far away and I am safe
I rest my weary head in your embrace.
He has taken her best and dashed it
To the ground like broken shreds
Of discarded pottery smashed and hurt
On rows of concrete beds.
Her heart is soft and yielding
The mind a razor beam
A face to sink a thousand ships
But heartache comes between.
He showed her in the dead of night
The rain it fell like tears
A hundred hearts for yours my love
To conquer all your fears.
“You belong to only me,” He said
Her perfect Lover spoke
In words of love and wisdom
So faith it has not broke.
Her took her in His careful arms
And accepted all her sorrow
Love came to The Thin White Queen that night
And showed her a bright tomorrow…
She raises the sword another time
Deigning him a Knight sublime
Not the Black King but a Knight so rare
One who loves and who can care.
She touches him gently on the neck
A chaste kiss a tiny peck
To indicate her love and gratitude
For empathy and lack of platitude.
Sweet friend, be with me in the fight
Against the dark and too much light
That threatens reason and the profligate
And steals the good from heaven’s very gate.
A beauty reigns, may it never pass
Speaking gently of things to pass
A future hidden in His mighty hand
An empire now begun in a promised land.
The Great Steed carries her to the arms of true love
Love so all-encompassing it consumes her mind
She envisages that love as forever
But it is not for she is destiny never
With a life-time love that holds her
Fast and supports the throne for ever.
She rides the steed with that semblance of hope
Knowing to is just the imagination to cope
With the loneliness within her heart
That causes the better part of her to weep
For this her outcome of the way of sleep
That dreams of true love without ties
A situation that always lies.
The Great Steed gallops on
Into the blue beyond…
None can fault the Holy Grail
The Words there will never fail
Imagination plays its part
In the mind of Art.
Only one source of sweet repose
In the Word as all the pieces know
The Thin White Queen knows it too
And that Word she will never eschew.
The playing of the mind adds spice
To an otherwise lonely life
Don’t confuse the truth with play
Know the Word and forever stay
In the field of the battle for the mind
To the Thin White Queen be kind…
She plays a game with your psyche
Watch out for the trip up mighty
That will trick you into thoughts confusing
And lead you into holy musing…
To The Thin White Queen give honour due
She loves you and you and you…
Avalon- my sanctuary, where I have been out to heal
Above all the criticism, blame and murder foul.
The lights are on, and it is my spiritual home
Peace reigns, because the Thin White Queen is known
By Saints and Angels only
A woman so lonely
But filled with Spirit and therefore beyond the hurt
Of the cruel mindset and the false answers, curt
A haven of rest for body, mind and soul
For the waves of rancour never do roll
Over that place so exalted and safe and sound
One place on the planet so free and yet so bound
One day to freedom’s choice land of bliss
To escape this
The dull thud of the head upon the pillow
And once again cast out upon the billow…
The Black King and the White Queen
Had a passionate love affair
It burned up the grass into cinders
And filled with singing the air.
The Black King loved so passionately
The Queen was as happy and free
He taught her every powerful move
And he loved her endlessly.
The heights of eternal devotion
Infiltrated her very soul
In an instant he gained a magnificence
She never before did behold.
His power and her passion enveloped
The world and those all around
They loved and adored each other
Until the day they were put underground.
They both relinquished together
Their hold on a mortal life
Into a glory they blossomed eternal
Their passion fulfilled and their strife.
Forever they yield to each other
In beds of permanent bliss
Never a love story witnessed
As true and mighty as this.
They sat together on the milk white steed
Chatting happily never lost or disagreed
Friends and comrades of the way
Close and intimate to always stay.
Hold my hand in the park
Keep me safe in the dark
Bring me tea and leave me alone
My dear compassion is the phone.
It never lets me down but takes
Away my fear that never makes
Me feel I am left out or not loved
A simple machine friendship adored
But it cannot touch, it cannot feel
On logics couch I must kneel
To talk with mind and touch a hand
A person is what must with me stand
Do not betray my fragile sense
Make me uncomfortable and tense
Be my friend and comfort me
Betray me not completely…
Queens and Kings 