Turn away

Her lover has left her destitute and heart-broken

Sailing away never to return to her love spoken

Treacherous love that has left her on the shore

To mourn and weep her loss for evermore.

But wait, the gods have intervened for truth

Bacchus leaps into the void left by Theseus forsooth

Falling madly, deeply in love with Ariadne

Forever to tread the board of passion deadly

He leaps for her and spins a silver ring

Of stars in the sky a lovers string

That seal the deal and steal her heart away

That in love they the lovers forever stay.

She hesitates, is it real or a passing fashion

Is it true and deep of a transient, shallow passion?

Her head tilts to catch a glimpse of love’s possibility

Can it be real or just the effects of outward probability…

She will acquiesce for the pull is real and strong

Love a transient gleam whether short of long

Her feet will turn as her eyes see the fleeting look

Of Bacchus’ rampant love a god’s rebuke…

Decimated

Hearts are sore and torn in two by fickle love

We try to rise and gain the place in the kingdom above

But plans are thwarted and heartache grows

As love sinks and dies through lack of regard and shows

The death knell of true love in this vain and passing world

As the repercussions of dallying ways take hold

We cannot hold on to something so ephemeral

It passes out of favour and contravenes the eternal

Ripped and torn all love passes away in night

Left with the emptiness of passion’s endless fright

That this is all there is for us here

All we experience one wake of cruel fear

Deliver us from the bonds of earthly love and ties

That our souls will be released and into the blue flies

One more time after the plunge into the cold

As life reinvents itself and joy takes hold.

Love words

Love is cheap, the words fall like rain

Refreshing and building hope again

But disappointment wins the day

“I love you,” is easy to say.

You forget me so easily and ignore my self

Putting my psyche on the heartache shelf

I have nowhere to go but home to my refuge

Where only my God is there to negate the subterfuge

That infiltrates my delicate mind and bolster up

My self-confidence that brings me closer up

To the infiltrating lens of self-doubt and even despair

Leaving me in the grip of the fresh air

That balms me and heals me without doubt

As I search for the true meaning to find out

The true love that continually dogs my step

Empty and bereft but free of all regret.

The Final Fling

It was all over then – the final fling

No band, no dress, no veil or anything

To mark the depths of loves rich passion

Or grace to hold the death and fashion

A coffin deep and wide for love’s funeral

Three now the end and the focused numeral

That decides the fate of all who enter here

Carrying the body in the wooden bier

That holds the corpse of a love now dead

Shot to pieces by the ugliness of dread

The body rotten and failing fast

The empty fingers that cannot get past

The social pressure to have and hold

A marriage unsure and hades now bold

But the soul lingers, just outside the door

Waiting in hope that there is more

That love is still burning in the open grave

Where the body will rest in sorrow laid

But the resurrection of life will surely tell

If it was final and free or just a fling as well…

The journey of the Thin White Queen

The ever-present pain of a sensitive heart

Has worn on her sleeve the suffering part

Of a life lived for experience and wisdom sought

From a soul early spoken to and expensively bought

From the slavery of the white into the service of Black

The Black King himself bore the loathsome smart

Of the failure and falling on one so noble chosen

One step behind the others who would lessen

The burden and the blame for the holy strife

Brought by the Black King – the centre of her life

Now far from the home she once knew

Beaten and humiliated and never once to eschew

The life now lives in the shadow of the King

Who feels and daily gives her all things

Upward and forwards is the direction of hope

Power unlimited is her requirement of love

Come to me my true lover and guide

Give me the strength of the Thin White Glide

That I will in your presence continually be

Sliding down the years into eternity.

The Black Jack King

He loiters endlessly waiting for something unknown

Waiting for a future not revealed and un-shown

Smoking and thinking endless thoughts of love

Wanting his love reciprocated and to prove

That it was all real and not a cruel dream

Losing everything in the river that runs between

The gates of heaven and the pit of hell

Fallen forever under the dread Queen’s spell

She is ever on his mind and abiding in his heart

Creating a cold and empty wounded smart

That only she can fill and mend and stay

Out of the love that over him has sway

Come lonely man, find rest and succour

In the arms of true love and reluctant mutter

The words she most wants to hear and hold

In her stoney heart made hard by life so cold

Warm her again and loves fragile light will prove

That you are the man she loves and her hearts-move.

The Black Queen

The noble milk white steed has brought her home

To the place where her true heart does belong

She has suffered much at the hand of ignominious fate

And the lash of rampant tongues that dish out hate

But her triumphant glide will win the holy day

And in the light of life she will ever and always stay

Brought forth from the shadows by the Black King

Giving her the one eternal wedding ring

The Bride of Ophir is her royal destiny

Bedecked in gold and all precious stones of purity

Resplendent now she glided along the glassy sea

Filling the land with grace and love eternally.

The return of the Thin White Queen

The Thin White Queen has now come into her own

He the eternal pathway has clearly shown

That there is none like her, the appointed one

To mete out the justice that the Black King has won.

All who fall between the rock and the molten hell

Out of her mouth a sword will see and tell

That they are ruined and not saved as she

Heavens glory they will ultimately be forced to see

For eyes are blind and mind is dull and evil

Waiting for the outward stretched hand and feeble

Rescue of the false god where they have placed their trust

Falling into the deafness and darkness they must

Face the Thin White Queen and take the plight

No refuge now from her justice strong and infinite

The Black King is her mentor and holy guide

As into the depths of love she enters the thin white glide

Love has won the day in the power of the truest Holy See

As she is truly satisfied with her lovers repartee

That He alone will back up her glorious move

And bring her home His righteousness to prove…

Happening

Everything has happened that is going to happen

There is nothing left to fear or deaden

There are no more traps and nets to fall into and be caught

For freedom has already been purchased – bought

By the man on the tree to set her free

In the very deepest core of me

I walk in the vain world with certain steps

Guided by a Spirit that in me ever works

To conform my psyche into the woman he intends me to be

Not a shadow or a spectre of what in me you see

You were once true love but it fell out of reality

Made clear by the clearest of minds a sure certainty

That I am not a slave, but the Thin White Queen

Who ever walks so that she can be seen

Dogged determination to live and breathe

The pain and perpetual suffering to relieve

From a mind stable in the Lord her God

Comforted by the staff and rod…

See me…

You looked straight through me like you saw a ghost

A spectre thin and gaunt as heaven’s post

That leaves the sighted rich and bare

Ravaging the sight so dim and rare.

There were no easy option, no gentle caress

The winds of fate did not easily bless

The sighted ones, now so earthly blind

Thoughts and feeling without charity in mind.

It was a short and cold glance to the left

To see a lover of love so much bereft

That her sighted eyes could never see

The loveliness that courted her endlessly.

He looked for her in every woman sought

A faithless lover dreaming dreams for nought

Except to say adieu and a courteous farewell

Broken and mending the ghostly breaches spell.