Midnight Blues

As I write this

I ponder

why am I still haunting

a loss that was not worth a gain

sometimes the end of the affair

takes a life time to complete

the memories remain

as I walk down this lonely street

I deicide to be real

to confess that my love for you

will break the back of a hopeless heart

I am forever blue

even though I felt you

never understood my essence

as you offered me your rage

I still loved you

please tell your ego

to get back into its cage

do you know

what is the most craziest thing of all

you will probably read this

and think less of me

when all I even wanted

was to be set free

so I summons up all the courage

I hold within my distorted heart

if you ever learn to meet me for who I am

I would like to meet you again

they say I own the most romantic heart

I say

every day I fall apart

but you know how that feels

because I see your inner pain

sometimes I feel as if I am going insane

I take my leave

a love to grieve

I love you more than I ever said

and tonight

for some reason

I cannot get you out of my head

there I said it out loud

my only regret

I wish I never sent this letter

because I doubt you

would understand

I hear your echo

is she not over this yet?

MedusaMoon c2015

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Wooden Heart

Giuseppe excitement burst

he had been granted the son

he sought for years

embracing this wooden boy

his mind was racing

heartfelt gracious joy

oh child, now onwards

you shall be my new toy

great expectations

overwhelming the boy

prospects and opportunities

were formulate that night

visions of glory

stars shinning bright

creations of grandeur

enthusiasm creeping

such dogmatic style

Giuseppe was weeping

oh son you shall be

what I never succeed to do

all my failed ambitions

I am now hand them to you

all my years of self-loathing

low self-esteem and pure self-hate

these are your birth right

your destiny, your fate

son, my father

he taught me

Victorian sin

any emotions that you feel

you must hold them within

any fear that you sense

you must hide it away

yes son, just like me

you will be a man one day

Wooden heart replied

father, I ask

can I please

have a choice

may I just speak

let me please have my voice

I want to learn to dance

I want to be real

sail the seven seas

see the world

I do not want to be a man

I want to be a girl

I want to wear pink

flowers in my hair

I want to waltz through life

without a single care

his volcano exploded

Giuseppe rage broke

you cannot wear pink

as you are a bloke

no son of mine

will be a f**king Queen

go wash out your mouth

your mutterings are obscene

Wooden heart left the room

he departed with a sigh

if he is going to be my dad

then I would rather die

why would he make me

into a pathetic version of him

he is just a pauper, he is not a King

sat in his bedroom

his wooden heart began to wane

I may only hold a wooden heart

however, I still have a brain

I will leave here tonight

I shall run far away

then I will not have to listen

to what the old man has to say

so he left with a heart as heavy as lead

the tears rolled down his face

deep painful feelings were hurting his head

he walked and he walked

till the night became morn

I hate him, he shouted

I never asked to be born

Giuseppe awoke

alas he was running late

on the realisation his son had gone

he turned into a desperate state

his heart sunk

as a ship out at sea

oh my son, oh my son

where can you be?

why have you gone ?

have you deserted me?

Giuseppe left in a haste

to search for his son

oh good heavens

please tell me

what have I done?

I pushed him away

with my controlling  arrogance

I did not listen to my poor child

I never gave him a chance

just as my father stole away my hope

the same way he never encouraged me

when I felt as if I could no longer cope

I am becoming my father

whilst I swore I would not

oh my precious child

my rage that I bury

is not your fault

this shame that I carry

I have turned it into fury

my hope is to turn back time

the manner in which I spoke to you

was an unorthodox crime

Giuseppe came across the boy

sat in the middle of the road

holding onto a toy

son can you forgive me

whilst you were striving to be authentic

I wanted you to be just like me

father I am frightened

monsters hide under my bed

but they do not match the monsters

you have created inside my head

I want to evolve at my own pace

I want to marriage a person

be that same sex, different race

please allow my imagination to run wild

stop turning me into

a dysfunctional adult

as I am only child

the honour and respect

which you require for me

these ethics and principles

they are mine to give

but they do not come for free

for it is a dual process

the relationship dynamic

between father and son

as your ambition may be wasted

however, my young life

has just begun.

MedusaMoon c2015

Faery Love Songs

She summoned up

her inner phoenix

to swim with her among

the ruined sentiments

which lay at her feet

fragmented memoires

shattered hopes and dreams

remainders of every lover

love so incomplete

battles won, lost defeat

heroes fighting

for her honour

on a deserted

dusty parallel street

she wander this way

countless times before

hopeful to find

the wide open door

to enter into his heart

but this way not a part

of his wicked scheme

painfulness swallowed

her up completely

in its entirety

as she gently

allowed him to depart

loneliness devoured her

discretely

please take her

back to the start

of the dawn

her wail matched

the cry of the wild

a whale’s final song

echo into the silent morn

her fairy wings

were fairly worn

shoes were slightly broken

her dress ravenously torn

lost and lonely

forgotten child

she strode towards

the scarlet fire

its heat was equal

to his desire

for her flesh

her soul grew dim

she called upon

the faery King

to grant her courage

the bravery to begin

a journey into the unknown

Destiny had spoken

“What you seek may not

be found within the realms

of paradise lost.”

“The agape

you seek it hold a price

a heavy wager

a thankless cost.”

as Faery spoke

her voice trembled

“If that be so

thus please inform

why be this price so high.”

“Have I not love a

million times only

to watch love die.”

“Therefore, why would

I want to commit my

heart to another

lost cause?”

“You may be wise dear

Destiny, but this wisdom

you hold is yours.”

Destiny replied

“Alas dear child

your defiance will

be the death of you”

“I have a sense you are

addicted to feeling

this colour named blue.”

Faery’s rage could not

be contained

her anger made its point

“How dare you challenge me

fair Lady, can you not see

my pain.”

“It eats me alive thus on

may days I feel as if

I am going insane.”

Destiny spoke no more

she offered out her hand

together they walk in silence

crossing the barren land

on the edge of the fire

they stood in stillness

Destiny spoke telepathically

‘the Phoenix you seek

lies deep within

as you enter this fire

your life with begin

sometimes the things

we do are essential

perhaps we cannot explain

remaining stuck

in dysfunctional heartache

all the love songs

will remain the same

the love you seek

so desperately

is an attunement

a fine art

the love you need completely

is right here

inside

your

heart.

MedusaMoon c2015

 

Mother Earth is Crying.

How blind can we be

how many years will we

spend ignoring the

death of humanity?

another ancestry race abolished

one more rainforest demolished

countless gallons of oil

spilled into the deep black sea

how many more times will

the media fill ours heads with grime?

conspiracy theories ignored

covering up industrial crime

a shield that holds

the monsters at bay

is full of bullet holes

fabrications falling away

injudicious behaviour to ask for proof

meaningless distracting

to avoid the truth

ingenuous ability to disguise

the uncontrollable lust

sexual performances

of those in power

the ones we are meant to trust

puppets on a sting

singing mindlessly to their tune

children are left starving

whilst public school boys

race to the moon

the poorest

their hope is

to plant a seed

watch it grow

into food to feed

the hungry mouths of their young

until their master comes along

to steal away their sweat

blood and tears

while he fills their hopefulness

full of doubting fears

counting his money

to suckle his greed

not a thoughtful moment

for the land that he will bleed

till the river run dry

the soil turns to dust

till there is no longer

the flight of the seagull

to colour the sky

I hear mother earth

as she weeps every morn

for the countless babies

that will be born

created for the slaughter

yes, raised for the kill

a humiliating life

grown up in pig’s swill

but we do that to each other

force our fellow man

to live a hellish existence

whilst we hide in glass houses

ensuring they do not cross

the electrified fence

Mother Earth is weeping

how much longer can

we live in denial

Mother Earth is crying

well, that ought to

wipe the smile

off the face of consumerism

Mother Earth is dying

I think it is time to listen.

MedusaMoon c2015

Siren’s Song

She held a pocket full

of men thick as thieves

men whom worshipped

at her gate

shipped wrecked at the

edge of her beauty

alas these merry men

where all too late

moulds alongside gold

laid scatted at her

tiny bare feet

shape shifters

ghosts swimming in

the misty sea air

sailors with their

battered hearts crushed

against razor sharp rocks

many a tale had been spoken

of the destroyed hearts

which lay broken

at the shoreline of

her scarlet gown

she sang the siren’s song

a wailing into the night

as she stood on the shore

helplessly watching men drown

gifts of diamonds, silver

countlessly disregarded

treasure chests

sharks swimming around

in meaningless cycles

whilst desperately clinging

to her amble breasts

mermaids sang the

siren song

ringing out a warning beware

confess your love for her

our mistress whom is so fair

as she laughs at the sound

of empty trumpets blown

by men whom adore

the lady stood waiting

on a distance shore

a bright new light awakens

she watches its dawning

she shakes her long red

locks of seaweed hair

she entices every man

without a single care

to dance with her

if they dare

to try to capture her

attention

the chains of time

cut deep into her

irony flesh

time was her crime

all she had was time

inside she wore

the siren’s song

saddest notes engraved

upon her lost soul

the constant

relentless remainder

on these reckless shores

she does not belong

imprisoned by a man

who tried to steal her

essence to behold

the rejection of his advances

led to a reduction in

the many chances

she had of growing gracefully old

his wrath placed on her head

he showed her no sympathy

enslaved her onto

the hardest stone

upon the roughest seaside

insisting that she would

remain captive in full sight

a possession held close

to his dark side

possessed by narcissistic

brutal controlling pride

injudicious in his choice

slowly watching

as she died

loneliness her eternal companion

isolation crept into every pore

silent screams

broken dreams

until she could withstand no more

she called upon Neptune

as she heard he was a saviour

punish this King for his

outspoken behaviour

Neptune replied

“Sorry dear, this is not

my plight,

I cannot engage within

your lover’s fight”

“Why not communicate

what it is that you want

I ensure you his rage

is only a front”

“Look behind his mask

he wears it so well

open your heart

thus you break the spell”

as she watch Neptune depart

her own fury raged

how can I love him

when he has me caged

she would not conform

into what he wanted her to be

nor did she understand

why he could not set her free

love is insensitive

love is blind

love is reckless

love is unkind

she held a love for the depth

of the bluest sea

it was a magnificent ocean

she watched its ebb and flow

the waves of emotion

she decided on that day

that she would rather die

in solitude all alone

than live inside a palace

a million miles from home.

MedusaMoon c2015

Letting Go!

Lustful blindness

he chose not to see her

held a construction

a concept of whom

he wanted her to be

they reached the

pointlessness of no return

different space

led to a dissimilar choices

he just left

she walked away

look deeply inside

amidst her aching heart

there you will find

the real she

so vulnerable

mostly fragmented

this is how she chooses

to be

tender, sensitive

emotionally alive

but do not think

that she cannot cope

she is stronger than most

as she has died a million times

love affairs are pointless distractions

romantic fantasies

disappointing disillusions

unfulfilled unrealistic

expectations

it is now too late

she no longer searched

for his tender embrace

screaming out loudly

breaking down these walls

causing an affray

another melodramatic disgrace

why did he insist on punishing

her for her inability

to be just another pretty

meaningless face

her thoughts they count too

her feelings are equally as

important as his anarchistic

avoidance of her truth

stripping away the remainders

of her dignity and grace

she needed him to

lay down next to her

hold onto her brokenness

cover her with tenderness

she wanted to feel

his hand trace the scars

all over the face

her body was bruised

she felt so dissuaded

accepting that is was

just not his place

nor his role to heal her

thus reinventing her ‘self’

she sat in silence

deep meditation

onto another plane

profound contemplation

the loss of his relationship

granted her braver moments

to outweigh the hurtfulness

no real evidence

actions scream louder

words are completely meaningless

unless support by

compassionate intention

not to mention

unconditional love

her search for prove

the love she needed to

help her heal from the

painfulness of loneliness

the emptiness of life

the meaninglessness

of insignificance

radical truthfulness

overwhelming waves

of emotions

attachment leads to suffering

avoidance leads to addiction

acceptance thereby lays

the answer she sought

accepting each feeling

as a natural process

allowing the ebb and flow

acknowledging the letting go

a new meaningfulness arose

in its complete simplicity

understanding was born

letting go of the past

a past she felt ready to mourn.

MedusaMoon c2015