Goddess of Destruction

The world lies in slumber


With windows covered


Black lace no light allowed


War wages in its dark light






The key to hell


Lies within reach


The celestial gates


Shining above mother earth






The wind howl as the sea rages


Blood of humanity swirling in the waters


As it finds its way to the ocean floor


graveyard for all the fallen






Upon the shores of terra’s soul


The waves of hurt come crashing


Pounding mercilessly


Torturing wave after wave






Knights of the realm now dead


Taken by evils’ spawn


As they lay lost in their immorality


On their way to hell






Kings and Queens of these lands


The hounds of hell awaiting them


Lands wasted and barren


Shamefully neglected by them






Gates of Time have been broken


Worlds within worlds are colliding


Creatures from dark zones


Wandering between portals






Sweetness of life


Gone sour


Humanity now crawling


Fighting for survival






The Goddess smiles


Evil unleashed


Watching her orders fulfilled


Goddess of total destruction






© 2010 feb 27/cb

You Are Mine

Underneath the heavy veil which hid her face from all

The traces of salty tears dried upon her cheeks

Her gloved hands lay still upon her lap

Belying the anguish she felt earlier in the day

Her dark eyes made huge by her pale ivory skin

Heavy circles underneath the eyes growing darker with time

Gave testimony to the sleepless nights of late

Joyless cold dreams which brought her no comfort

She remembered his last words to her

It still filled her with love and despair

How he found what he so desperately sought

Held it in his hand and yet lost it at the same time

She remembered how many times

She would seek out his eyes – to see inside his soul

She remembered cold harsh words which cut deep as a knife

Knowing that none of it was meant to hurt, but it did

Now she could not take back the hurt she caused

The wind has taken away the words of forgiveness

The memory of his body lying lifeless on the floor

Gave her little comfort as the rain poured down on her

© 2010 06 un/cb

Happy Endings

Monday is here and once again the weekend flew by


Friday night the bar was filled with no one there who struck my eye


Saturday was date night and boy, he was just not my type!


A few words into conversation at dinner and I knew the truth






Sunday morning I woke up in my bed alone and lonely


Since church is not my particular strongpoint; I went jogging instead


The path upon which I run is in the rainforest by the house


Everything is green with the smells of moss, moisture and insects






As I run there is a conversation going on inside my head


Am I programmed to constantly meet the wrong man?


Maybe I should get rid of the social page – no more MySpace


All the cyber stalking will certainly end – that is a bonus in itself!






As a woman I have been taught to decode what a man says


While men try to get as much as they can without committing


This is a modern romance world and so many avenues are open


Everything is instantaneous; email, voicemail, sms, mms and yes, mobile!






There are so many unexpected twists and turns-scenarios untold


Is the kind of man I am searching for even exist or is he just a myth?


Do I continue to keep accepting any man who smiles in the hopes of getting laid?


Am I the exception to unhappy relationships or am I the rule?






My breathing is now in time with my stride; concentrating on the trail


My eyes note the leaves and the trees-even the small stones along the way


As I run I start to feel the lightness I always do-endorphins kicking in


Remarkable this clears my head as suddenly an inspiration hits me






Maybe happy endings is not about the perfect love in your life


Maybe, it is really finally being happy with yourself


Knowing that the person in the mirror – the one who has your eyes


Is the one who is most important and deserves to be – Happy!






With that thought firmly planted in my head - I kick into high gear


Finishing the trail in record time – I slowly jog back to the car


Fishing out my keys and starting the engine, I head for home


Stopping at Starbuck’s along the way to happily warm my insides





© 2010 05 jun/cb

Just Saying...

Just saying...

Dad always said:


Careful who you walk with, they determine who you are





So why is it that I get upset when your friends are not “good?”


When I catch you flirting and talking with such familiarity






Mom always says:


Don’t do anything that looks bad but is good AND


Don’t do anything that looks good but is bad...



Why is it that I get upset that something that looks so innocent?


Turns out to be such a bad cover up for the things you do






My Grandfather said:


Never tell even white lies, they catch up with you
 

Why is it that the questions I ask only lead me to ask more questions?


When you don’t seem to answer the questions to begin with?






I always say:


It is what it is

 

Why is it that I get so upset even though I know things are what they are?


Is it because things really are what they are or have I deluded myself?






You always tell me:


I will never lie because I love you


I never doubt until some little thing triggers an argument


Then I start to question myself – question you






Just saying that not all we do seems to be quite honest


Our masks seem to be interchangeable and colorful





We have spent many minutes, hours, days and weeks


Talking up a storm but lately we are tripping on stones





Just saying are we who we are and what we are meant to be?


Or is it really just what it is - which might be nothing at all





Just saying...that is all



© 2010 4 jun/cb

Somewhere In Time

I closed my eyes last night exhausted from the day


Soon I entered my escape; my dream world


I wandered among the fields of gold and green


Covered with poppies, butterflies and sweet smells

In the distance was a large white house


White with a pure innocence trimmed with green


It seemed to float atop a field of green grasses


The long drive was lined with oak trees as tall as the heavens






In the distance you could hear the singing of gospel songs


A comforting sound punctuated by the sounds of the horses


The scent of magnolias and cabbage roses filled the air


The crunch of the gravel beneath my feet told me this was real






In the distance; to one side of the house there was a figure


It was a man chopping wood; sweaty from the work in the sun


There were others whitewashing the side of the house


Behind me the sound of a trotting horse alerted me






Sitting astride the his saddle he cut quite a figure


His laughter caught my attention until I realized what I wore


Then all I could do was blush which only made him laugh more


The sheerness of my nightgown did nothing to hide my figure






He jumped down from his horse and quickly placed his coat on me


His fingers lightly brushed my shoulders making me shiver


His voice was still filled with laughter as he asked me if I was ok


This made me blush furiously as now I knew I was very exposed!






He turned me around to talk to me face to face, my face turned up


The sun high in the sky blinded me for a moment, blurring my vision


With a sudden breath I opened my eyes as I realized this was not a dream


The city traffic noises floated through my window as I realized it was dawn







© 2010 4 jun/cb

Tangled Up

Oh such sweet words we speak


Charming words of romance and flirtations


Such tenderness and warmth is conveyed


Reaching out to each other






Yet with a butterfly touch so delicate


These moments are completely shattered


Ripped apart by a careless whisper


Leaving shattered remnants behind






My heart bleeds with pain and confusion


My eyes fill with tears; salty taste upon my lips


My mind as frozen as my feet on this path


I cannot seem to step forward or backwards






My feelings scream for me to do something


Yet, I cannot as I do not know the solution


For as logical as I can be; this has no logic


It is an affair of the heart not of the mind






My mind tells me I need to pay attention


On one level we create such a passion


On another level we are complete opposites


Clashing with words; comprehension at a minimal






All I can do right now; is take deep breaths


I must find the courage-the words to speak


To find a way to untangle this mess


Will it be my heart who answers or my mind?








© 2010 4 jun/cb

Pristine Pages

She opened her journal to write her daily thoughts-only today it was difficult- unusual for her. She felt scattered and a little torn inside. So many things were attacking her mind and her spirit. The pages before her - pristine and pure - screamed for her pen. Yet she could not bring herself to write. Her thoughts were in a whirl of mixed emotions and frustration. Her pen could not find the right word to be able to flow.



It has been three months of wondrous feelings and amazement since HE showed up in her life. She has not been able to stop smiling since that first night. Chewing on the tip of her pen with a smile she remembered how they met. It was really more of a re-meeting than anything else. They had actually been friends for awhile. She had counted him no more than that but something awoke inside her that night. The look in his eyes and his smile just spoke to her heart. She found herself feeling happy and she laughed as she had never laughed before! She felt as if she were waking from a dream to find that her reality was standing there next to her.


Since then they walked many paths and spoke about many things as time permitted. They walked to the shore and played at the water’s edge. They even built fires to stay warm when the weather became cold. Their favorite spot was the moss covered ancient archway; the site of their first kiss. He held her hand with such tenderness and warmth; that has never gone away. When the time was right, this happened often, that tenderness translated into such wonderful passion. She sighed deeply as she remembered those times.



Her face contorted into a frown as she thought about the last few weeks; there have been breakdowns. She was confused as sometimes what she would say would be taken out of context. Many times, she just took on the blame. Maybe it was her mind that could not grasp what he was saying. Too many times she felt bewildered-confused-hurt. She knew it was her and the way she was interpreting things. Yet despite her confusion she knew that he was special to her. Her feelings were definitely there but maybe she still needed to do something else...she was confused!!



The sea air and the sandy shore could not loosen the words locked inside her. The turmoil she had inside did not help her impotent pen. No words of anger or frustration. No words of love or romance. No words came to her pen. Her pristine pages of her journal unmarred but for a single tear splashing upon it.







© 2010 2 jun/cb