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once upon a time

Once

There was so much promise. 

Once

For a future that lay ahead. 

Once

As I lay my head on you 

As we lay 

Once 

the love burned 

with a fire that could give birth.

The flowers would have grown

The children would have known

A completeness never felt before.

Painting and wording, drinking coffee through the night.

Picnics for a lark. Playing sparklers in the dark.

Like happy gypsies singing and prancing through the forests:

But we hit a turn in the road.

You began to goad and load us 

with your

mistrust of all things good and pure.

The distance grew further

the time got shorter

the flame spluttered

and died.

I cried

You sighed

You denied the existence of love.

Anarchy rules what a bunch of fools. Can't they see or is it only me

Or is it only you

Once we were one

But now we are two

So blue so true

We fell apart without the glue

Of trust and love.

From a galaxy far far away

Once Again

There was so much promise. 

Once

For a future that lay ahead. 

Once

As I lay my head on you 

As we lay on the bed

Once 

the love burned 

with a fire that could give birth.

The flowers would have grown

The children would have known

A completeness never felt before.

Painting and wording, drinking coffee through the night.

Picnics for a lark. Playing sparklers in the dark.

Like happy gypsies singing and prancing through the forests:

But we hit a turn in the road.

You began to goad and load us 

with your

mistrust of all things good and pure.

The distance grew further

the time got shorter

the flame spluttered

and died.

I cried

You sighed

You denied the existence of love.

Anarchy rules what a bunch of fools. Can't they see or is it only me

Or is it only you

Once we were one

But now we are two

So blue so true

We fell apart without the glue

Of trust and love.

From a galaxy far far away

Better one

Carol by candle light

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Faeries Tails

I was going to tell you a story about a frog that was kissed by the beautiful princess, but that one is just a faeries tail and besides, youve heard it before, so here's the real tale.

Once upon a time, in a little village close by, there lived a handsome prince.  One day the prince went to fetch his young son from art class, and lo and behold, in the garden sat the ugliest toad he had ever seen.  He edged closer and started talking to the toad, and when she turned around, he noticed she was looking very happy inspite of her ugliness.  He became quite fascinated by her strength and carefree ways and became drawn to her.

Every week when he went to fetch his son, he stopped in the garden to visit with the toad, and one day he realised that he was falling in love with the toad, and so stooped down to give her a hug, bumping his keen belly into her.  At the moment of impact, something magical happened, and the ugly toad turned into a beautiful woman.

From that moment on, they were in love, and life was wonderful,  blissful and so happy.  They realised they were actually soul mates and spent hours together making plans for their future, and writing poetry.  So in tune were they with each other, it was as if all the hurt of the past, in both their lives, just melted away, as they melted into each others arms. She loved him so much, and trusted him with her life.  She felt so secure and cherished, like never before in her whole life.  He understood her every thought and mood, as if he himself had lived it with her, she had no need to hide anything, or be afraid of anything.  She could relax and just be, he loved and accepted her and protected her.

Sad to say though, this tale doesnt end the way you would expect - with them living happily ever after in a castle on the hill.  It turned out to be the saddest tale of them all.    For the handsome prince, having been scarred and damaged by previous loves, suddenly started distrusting his beautiful mate.  His distrust of her, made him grumpy and sometimes intolerable and slowly he started to withdraw his attentions from the now worried and sad woman.  With the sad days turning into longer and sadder nights, slowly the beautiful woman began to lose her beauty and her strength.  She could no longer write her poetry, or dance in the garden under the moonlight  It was almost like his need for happiness and trust had sucked her strength from her and she could no longer fight for his love. 

It was just one week before their first anniversary, that the prince sat her down and in the presence of his son, flippantly confessed that he no longer loved her or cared for her and that her presence in his life made him feel uncomfortable, and he would prefer it if she left.  Then, he and his son quietly left the room and sped off to the weekly art class, where they had first met.

Slowly, calmly, her eyes filled with tears, she rose, and dressed for the day.  Taking particular care to leave the room tidy, and remove all trace of her presence.  She left and drove aimlessly around, not sure where to go, where was her home, she couldnt remember.  Did she even have one.  She just drove, until she remembered a safe haven where she once visited, and that is where she went.

And later that day when the prince went to fetch his son, there he found his old friend, the ugly toad, all her beauty gone, sitting in the garden.  And I think, in some small way, he was saddened to see her looking the way she did, because perhaps he still loved her.

Well that is probably how we would like to think of it ending, but we will never know.  The last I heard, she had moved to a galaxy far far away. 

Always Maybe

Theres always so much promise before he says maybe .....

maybe he'll visit me
maybe he won't

Maybe he loves me
maybe he don't

probably maybe don't won't

Can we really build a future together on that

Maybe - but then,  i know what maybe means . . . . . . 

maybe is not a promise - its a nothing

Midmar

Listen to the wind - it will take you home ......

Dancing with the Autumn

I sat quietly at the window and watched her dancing with the autumn

with light hearted abandon, she skipped and swirled with the bright orange leaves

as though they were her friends.

Soft drifts of snow started to fall, landing on her hair.  She wore them on her head like a shining white crown.  Autumns Faerie Princess welcoming the new season.

WAITING

I came here in the summer

hot sun curling the leaves

my bags packed and ready

in the waiting room of love

.

The wind gets colder

and the leaves start to fall

my suitcases getting dusty

as they wait in the hall.

The snow is falling gently

the trees are silvery white

my belongings frosted over

waiting this long night.

Spring and sweet smelling blossoms

line the pathway to my heart,

where my bags lie in the doorway

still waiting to depart.

Manth - Gypsy Rose

Care

My Town

Port Edward

No progress inspite of hard work!

With each passing year and dwindling finances, my space becomes smaller and more confined.

Where have you been

@tangledwinter: Her feet ached From the memories She carried on her back; A burlap sap filled with Years of everything That shaped her, now.

Progress in work

Work in progress

Autumn

NO WALLS COULD DIVIDE

I built a wall towering up to the sky,

I stuck you inside, never heard your cry.

I’d like to go back to when you were small

Please take my hand, I won’t let you fall.

There’s a place in the wall where there is no gate

So don’t you worry, it’s never too late.

I’ll show you the tree that you used to climb

And we can roll in the grass, like we did in old time.

It’s not always greener, on the other side

But there’s sea shells and starfish on the low morning tide.

Bring your suitcase to stay, or bring the children to play

Home is where the heart is, and that’s where you are,

Always at home in my heart, and never afar.

8/3/2012

Manth

The Maiden

VIRUS

Give myself protection
from that which
i fear most.

Deep
aching
longing
to be loved.

Held and healed
hold and feel
steal it

while i am
dreaming
again.

Always a gain
for lovers.

Pain
for others.

Love given
and surrendered
Taken
Cleaned
and remembered
Because it is me
"clean me"
cream me
scream free
quietly......

...........................................................

THE VIRUS

Given protection
from that which I fear
deep aching longing to be

held and healed
from love's pain
given
surrendered
in imagination's name
remembered in mine.

ONCE

Once a dream tangled my sleep

Pushing my angels aside.

My bed grew cold with an icy wind

That had silently crept inside.

I dreamed of a sea that had turned to ice

And captured everything inside.

The fish were suspended in seaweed so still

The waves that were cresting,

Now simply resting,

While waiting to reach the shore.

From inside my dream, I heard a scream

Perhaps a mermaid was trapped inside

And there I saw with frozen stare

A maiden beneath the waves

She cried out to me with lips of blue

Her tear drops were glassy pearls

The men brought their picks

And rocks and sticks

And hammered and chiselled away

At the glacial grave

that had her enslaved

With its frigid icy grip.

I gaze on her face,

So fair, such grace

And she softly whispers my name

Please release me, dear child

From this hostile tomb

Lest I should freeze away

Rather bury me where the warm sun shines

On a green hill far away

Where the daisies sway

And the dragonflies play

And the trees reach up to the sky

Where my children can run

Sing dance and have fun

And make sweet garlands each day.

With us to watch over and pray.

Of course mother dear, of course.

INBOX

Constantly deleting                  

what's shared in my heart

defeating him in life and art.

                                                  

Would rather                            

it wasn't there                        

for him to decide.

                            

Will cut it from my flesh.            

Will burn it inside.

                              

Will kill myself rather            

then be found insane                                 

with loves that I've had                

which I keep in my brain.

          

Forgive me God                          

I know you are wise                    

You are always beside me        

no matter who tries                

to cut me to size.

                    

Always inside me                           

no matter who lies                    

no matter the disguise            

of the Loneliness Prize.

Colourless without you

rape of the mind

taking strain
feel the pain
nothing left in my brain

cant sleep
tablets are cheap
need to be buried
really deep

sitting in the dark
               a pain in my membrane
 from the empty void

my soul and emotions
 raped and stripped
now a gaping hole
 longing to be filled
not enough pills... to stop the dreams

you will catch me as i fall into sleep
but theres too many sheep ......
too many dreams

my body untouched
            is dry, lifeless and empty
it blows down the street
like a tumbleweed
passing through a one horse town

i frown
empty, lost and worthless
no longer any need to speak
you've taken my thoughts, my hopes
and what was left of my dreams
they belong to you now

Youness

Ash

Imagine