Banished

The White King loves his money and his idols

Puts them before his wife and causes trials

For the Thin White Queen who loves him

But he neglects her psyche so she banished him.

Far from the kingdom and into the wilderness

Lack of love and human kindness causes distress

To the Queen who loves with all her heart

To the Black Jack King she brings her smart.

He leads her on and betrays the royal hope

Stringing her heart up with hellish rope

That strangles her love and hurts her part

In the banishment from the depths of her loving heart.

Behind her stands The Black King

He soothes her sorrows and begins to sing

A song of love so sweet and clear

That her broken psyche begins to cheer

And dawn breaks through and the day begins

She, everlasting life now finally and forever wins

Bought for her at the greatest price

She worth now more than mountains of spice.

The Thin White Queen rules them all

With iron hand her maiden hood in thrall

To the King of all Kings who gives her sway

Over heaven and earth- the bright eternal day…

The Map

It guides the feet of the Thin White Queen

She loves the Words and all in between

The pages of the Holy Writ

Understanding it.

It is the death knell for rampant sin

Leaving only glory deep within

The heart and mind of the Queen

Giving wisdom in the living green

Of the verdant pastures it grows

Leaving peace wherever it goes

Reading and meditate daily

It enlivens the mind really

And softens the conscience within

Against the indwelling sin. 

Stand on its truths and you will see

The truth of God in eternity. 

Rampant

No one can touch the golden heart

A heart like His tender with smart

Of the love of others strong and true

Bringing the glory back to you.

She rises up each new day

Full of hope and plans

Knowing that her life for sure

Is kept in loving hands. 

Up and into the great blue beyond

Is her glorious hope

Rampant is her love for Him

Who daily let’s her cope

With heartache, trouble and strife

Knowing that these things bring life

In all its fullness to her psyche

Beyond the grave more lively.

Forlorn

The Thin White Queen sits alone

On her couch all of them gone

Waiting for someone to pay her heed

Identifying and meeting her need.

She rises up to meet her own

Her power complete and on her throne

In the eternal kingdom she will reign

Happiness feel once again. 

Waiting here is see her Lord

The one by her now adored

Doing His will and obeying His voice

This is the life of her choice.

Leaving all other loves far behind

She lives her life now to find

The remnants of her past gone

Facing it all daily as she is shown.

Walls closing in

The walls are closing in around the Thin White Queen

Making her feel like a “Has Been”

Is this It? is this the end?

Not a whisper from family or friend.

The place is immaculate and clean

Everything is a living dream 

Only sustained by the God above

Giving her hope in one true love.

He will come back one day

And happily take her far away

Where no loneliness or unhappiness can touch

One who loves and wants so much.

There is another place she can go

Not here in the valley below

But above the clouds on her arm

To remind of another’s charm.

The love of the Queen

The Thin White Queen is always in love

High and flies like the stars above

She will love you always until the end

Her heart secure though her mind does bend.

Because of the rough treatment she receives

At the hands of faulty lovers and false beliefs

That mark her heart until it breaks

She flies away and loves takes.

Keep her close because she will leave

Wanting her your heart does cleave

To the truth at all times seen

As you love her truly and all others has been.

Flight and fight are her recourse

If you should cross her with discourse

Silent and sullen bringing despair

Words unspoken stalk the air

Insight knows and heart feels

Eternal life in her heals…

Jack the Gravedigger

You are not coming are you?

You are just a man after all…

No one is up to the challenge

To conquer the Thin White Queen

She waits for you and the spade to strike

Her down in loves respite.

Only a break from the drudgery of life

The constant ordinariness of this strife

Too much effort too much fight

Under the sun and all night

Sleep comes and the indolent spell

Will quicken her senses and soul as well.

You are the gravedigger firm and sure

Keeping her wayward pathway pure

Keep in check the wandering thoughts

Rampant emotion and heightened shots.

Jack of Hearts

The Jack of Hearts he makes me wait

Waiting for the outcome of my love fate

Talking about nothing and keeping me at arms length

Underneath I believe a great strength

Waits to envelop me in powerful loving arms

Putting to grief the love of others charms

Come, loving Jack change your ways

Come and in my life find that you can stay

An easy life and simple glide down the road of love

Transporting us both into realms up and above

Do not fail me, fight for your cause

This waiting time is just a pregnant pause

As love breathes and finds her permanent level

As leaves on the tree find their way to the end 

Of the branches and other growing parts to send

Between you and me, my Jack, Jack of Hearts…

Riding in

On noble beast he rides with honour

To catch his lady-love with another

Friendly repost and joyous conversation

Over the days to the consumation.

A coffee, a talk and time together

Chatting about interests and whatever

The noble steed stands waiting to run

The honourable man into the sun.

She waits and waits but no reply

Her hopes of friendship live and die

Everyday she waits for him

Never again will the night time win

Give her some room and courteous call

The sensual desire to one and all

A child at heart and longing for closeness

To escape the grip of a soul psychosis…

Treason

To infiltrate the mighty kingdom

A ransom to hold over her powerful domaine

A calling so flawed it defies belief

As obvious and graceless as a falling thief.

He carps and quivers in coat and hat

Standing so rampant in this and that

She understands his moral frame

A motivation so wan and lame.

“Kiss me,” he commands with foolish jib

She knows he comes with justice lied

She stoops to give the final aside

Knowing that all love has died.

Who can quibble with one so weary

Of loves gullible strength so leery

Leaves behind a sinful marker

Of foolish pride and intention darker…