Poetry

[Adena]

I read this through - it makes no sense
It is a tale of your defence.
The pages all display your gall
They do not tell the tale at all.
But why would I expect them to?
There's only one at fault here - you.

[Adena]

Very nice, Cathy. It can be applied to so much of life nevertheless...

[Adena]

Bacteria

Some are a blessing and some are a curse
But this procedure makes them better, not worse.

[Adena]

Mar 20, 2010 0:14:18 GMT Cathy said:

Mar 19, 2010 23:58:37 GMT Adena said:

Bacteria

Some are a blessing and some are a curse
But this procedure makes them better, not worse.

I like that :-)

"Support bacteria: they are the only culture some people have"

The world in a Petri dish...

[Adena]

When someone so close
cannot be found
you cannot sleep.
Much less dream.
You cannot rest.
You stay up late
reading all the things she sent
letters in your separation
as if reading her writing
will bring her back
a dancing girl
in front of your eyes
once again.

[Adena]

My dear one

Your eyes
are like the most valuable gems
in the jewellery box
of a king.

Your hair
is like a cloak of black silk
that lies upon your
shoulders.

Your face
is like a new spring rose
which opens to my
kiss.

[Adena]

Jan 25, 2010 15:56:03 GMT Adena said:

Before the Wedding

Serpent's milk can feed them both
The serpent still between
Its coils are twisting round their necks
On threat of jealousy
I wonder what will happen
When both of them are lost
Their winter is still coming
And serpents love the frost.

I know about what happened
She was left to fall so far
Left without a hand to hold
As heaven killed the star
I will not ask her for the truth
Because I know she'll lie
I'm trying to kill the serpent
But ghosts just will not die.

The Ring

I am sitting
Watching
She twists it on her finger
A solitaire diamond set in aeons of time
The white gold band still sparking with shine
I remember
They bought it together
Her smile when she came back from the jeweller's was so wide.
But when she looked at me
Her face betrayed the lies.

[Adena]

The Death of a Child

Somewhere in the world
as the clock ticks eleven
a child is being hit.
As you gossip
of insignificant things
an innocent soul
is screaming.
Trying to be heard.
But maybe the door
is shut too tight.
Maybe they're in a basement
with only a crack of light
to the world outside.
And as you, naive women
complain about small hardships
a blameless soul is crying out.
Willing you to find them.
And then
when they find the dead body
starved and beaten dry
you wipe away a tear
and say 'Oh, that's sad.'
That child did not need sympathy.
They needed someone's hands
to hold them close and tight.
One last gift
of love
before they died.

[Adena]

Truth
to the man who killed his niece - with love from Adena

There's no place to be like loneliness
Inexorable sentence of mixed-up crimes
There's no thing to feel like numbness
So many circling, wheeling times

The elephants have left the room
Cross. Lash. Pain. Bed.
The truth has set the caged birds out
And chained the evil ones instead

A life sentence now is ending
It is the shorter of the two
For those that walked the other side
so many ways - they all passed through
Will serve their days in Hell. With you.

[Al Truest]

Mar 24, 2010 11:15:14 GMT Adena said:

Truth
to the man who killed his niece - with love from Adena

There's no place to be like loneliness
Inexorable sentence of mixed-up crimes
There's no thing to feel like numbness
So many circling, wheeling times

The elephants have left the room
Cross. Lash. Pain. Bed.
The truth has set the caged birds out
And chained the evil ones instead

A life sentence now is ending
It is the shorter of the two
For those that walked the other side
so many ways - they all passed through
Will serve their days in Hell. With you.

You are in my thoughts.

I am here if you need me.

[Adena]

Dear Azul

When I fought with you -
all my words were true.
I never told a lie.
I just said you hurt your child.
Because of you, she bled inside.
And when you yelled, she cried.
So when you speak this way -
what am I supposed to say?

[Adena]

The Palace

By way of my choices
I am a freak.
I am sickened and twisted.
Thoughts growing from hearts
And truths upside down.
Once I was a princess.
I lived in a palace.
I had guards
who protected my love.
Now that I am banished
and all the guards are gone
I look from your eyes.
Your prejudiced glasses.
I see a freak.
The freak that you see.
But when I look in the mirror
I see only me.

[Al Truest]

Lost

the life we shared remains
though she has lost her way
...I saw her not as the temptress
but as the essence of joy
truth as it is revealed to those that can know
the deepest secrets
hidden and bestowed on those who wait
...Now she shines only in the mist
her shadow now filled
with the interchangeable surrogate -
the world that would be
could be
if she could speak that language again
but oh how the tongue ties
amid the fledgling awkwardness
that she had forgone
for so long
she appeared to need not
the lot of mere mortals
who could not read her in one sweeping glance
to know her heart and her mind
before it was clouded by doubt
by the very forces she rose above
in love
no other could stand in my stead
though there may be dread in the nonconformity
the enormity of consequence will still bear
and where does that lead
what need can be quenched
the thirst will cease
as the stars blare
across the cobalt evening
over the dimly lit meadows
lucid under dew
her radiance spreads
on the night scented stock
under the ivy
away from the storm
where my soul shall rest
til she assumes that lasting form -
that truth that she once knew.

[Adena]

Fear of Falling

The unknown is surfacing
Breaching its ugly head against the waves
There is always a fear of falling
When illusions are giving way
When you know you must succeed
And yet again you fail
You face your fear that you will someday die with their betrayal

[Adena]

Evil
for all of those who understand

Beautiful blossoms open
Blossoms of innocence.
The garden - it is protected.
Sheltered from the rain.
But hark! the hail is coming
to tear down the roof.
And all the innocent flowers
who opened their buds to the sun
so trustingly...
they will be the first to fall.
Only those that have survived before
will hide away in darkness
until the threat has gone away.
But once they have met evil
they will never bloom again.