tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80635027227355223342024-09-08T04:09:31.464+01:00HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-87470160265463750612012-10-18T02:09:00.001+01:002013-04-03T18:42:26.473+01:00<div> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTQHtcFs7a7AIHkmQbBu84IIYY7TT6HxPEbJ38MF89QHcHYdEecCIZEebzz8D22QPA24C34tcMgyTO4jLEE0nsuXEfpAkZNCrQIm_SJkxr46T0Ue_PodmVb18B-pKbo_eeqpVXirmhiQ/s1600/30624_430750342344_761367344_5236190_3637719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoTQHtcFs7a7AIHkmQbBu84IIYY7TT6HxPEbJ38MF89QHcHYdEecCIZEebzz8D22QPA24C34tcMgyTO4jLEE0nsuXEfpAkZNCrQIm_SJkxr46T0Ue_PodmVb18B-pKbo_eeqpVXirmhiQ/s320/30624_430750342344_761367344_5236190_3637719_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> What is this grief?<br /> <div> This feeling that wracks my heart so...</div> <div> The darkest Ash cloud..</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> What is this loss?</div> <div> The lonely hole of missing you already...</div> <div> The sweetest purr&nbsp;</div> <div> the softest fur..</div> <div> The butterscotch stare,&nbsp;</div> <div> You were just there...</div> <div> And now just carcass</div> <div> &nbsp;bleeding in my eyeshot...</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> Spiritless&nbsp;</div> <div> Empty</div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <br /></div> <div> Where is your soul?...</div> <div> Where did you go?&nbsp;</div> <div> You've left me</div> <div> gone away...</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> I MISS YOU SO....</div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> <br /></div> <div> (C) Helena C Carta&nbsp;</div> HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-8609235479186305692012-03-15T03:06:00.005+00:002012-03-26T20:50:36.369+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Ground down</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;the coffee spiced smell of indecency</div><div style="text-align: center;">spills an acre of love on the kitchen floor</div><div style="text-align: center;">The laughing cow across the street,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">bellows her way through her third cream cake..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The breakers break&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">and so does the morning..&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Slow, dry, churning sensation in her clouds...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">The planes juggle the birds&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">the butterfly's flutter on a wing and a prayer,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">and in her silky underwear...</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Who'd have thought it&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sweet Elephant boy&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">narrow as pancake,<br /> &nbsp;With &nbsp;singed singing heart..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> He woos her<br /> &nbsp;his short jokes and timely demeanor..<br /> becoming metronome...<br /> <br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IqRS124wKK7mC-slCTcsOBo7JEuj4DCO4Cil1PtbPk_ykpqfN6Hpkt7P4p8WfkDfaD36fonNiZp44N1Vcb8-9_MZvC5XjD4_6ngXb-FnomsTS-iaIRh4eZkeQtvQckm0Lso640gbOzE/s1600/gitanes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IqRS124wKK7mC-slCTcsOBo7JEuj4DCO4Cil1PtbPk_ykpqfN6Hpkt7P4p8WfkDfaD36fonNiZp44N1Vcb8-9_MZvC5XjD4_6ngXb-FnomsTS-iaIRh4eZkeQtvQckm0Lso640gbOzE/s320/gitanes.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vixen plays her game&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">uncanny and compromised...</div><div style="text-align: center;">As beautiful and as French as can be...&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">smoking his Gitanes and drinking his cold ground coffee...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">(c) Helena C Carta</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-53109642216946685692011-12-20T22:45:00.004+00:002011-12-21T00:16:23.076+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTejnyZcCRt5fp0-jcHzMh4z-RuJB-R9jjB7gGc4CLznsDahzlIYewlEwNYnOKTrHMywKmpHoMAizfecJcxfvb60Nz1x0Z_j2nN7IayTif04YMsY24dKbaoqM9w9W5d_tvTLB3avuDfac/s1600/381484_10151050190040045_755560044_22078170_632079948_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTejnyZcCRt5fp0-jcHzMh4z-RuJB-R9jjB7gGc4CLznsDahzlIYewlEwNYnOKTrHMywKmpHoMAizfecJcxfvb60Nz1x0Z_j2nN7IayTif04YMsY24dKbaoqM9w9W5d_tvTLB3avuDfac/s320/381484_10151050190040045_755560044_22078170_632079948_n.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><br /> <br /> The bagpipes did me in<br /> left me breathless <br /> in my Hearts sad din... <br /> <br /> Across the church<br /> Across the floor<br /> I saw you tucked inside a beautiful box <br /> with all the glory flowers <br /> that crowned your handsome locks ...<br /> <br /> <br /> The pain felt deep by everyone <br /> for you were, Moon, the Stars and Sun <br /> like light on light you glowed and shone <br /> Bright as Rainbows in our eyes, <br /> to tell us stories and be our highs...<br /> <br /> Life will be dull without you <br /> Our Golden ray of light ...<br /> The bitterness replaces sweet<br /> &nbsp;You've left&nbsp; This World<br /> you've taken flight...<br /> <br /> We'll miss your song <br /> Your laughter through our tears<br /> <br /> We will miss you&nbsp; Oh Dear one ...<br /> All wishing you were here...<br /> <br /> <br /> The clouds will hold the rain<br /> &nbsp;and gather the storm of your passing <br /> As we surrender to&nbsp; our pain ...<br /> Oh Robert what will become of us?<br /> &nbsp;all forlorn without you <br /> today the birds die&nbsp; in us one by one ...<br /> &nbsp;the trees begin to fade<br /> and&nbsp; in our&nbsp; aging Hearts <br /> &nbsp;we will remember you ...<br /> <br /> As fondly as a summers day...<br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG75Q1wfMkWpFQgYqT951VWE7vrbF73ZKTdElW1cfj2yjHLI-64RC-XYCO6nkaiN-6JmHapnSmWXPPRnXLYm21yXDqkREAjl2ywPhZcvc76IjVaeDkWQnOGq1CbDQT13J6rxypukMQYdU/s1600/378053_10150417690756333_545206332_8927458_1246197323_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG75Q1wfMkWpFQgYqT951VWE7vrbF73ZKTdElW1cfj2yjHLI-64RC-XYCO6nkaiN-6JmHapnSmWXPPRnXLYm21yXDqkREAjl2ywPhZcvc76IjVaeDkWQnOGq1CbDQT13J6rxypukMQYdU/s1600/378053_10150417690756333_545206332_8927458_1246197323_n.jpg" /></a></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-17795726843353631192011-07-16T23:39:00.050+01:002011-07-18T20:26:47.353+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6zRxbRPb-TrIAUPcFARrH_-V6GKBtvYXgnFYFYnee5BnRFnnJgWFtE1t7f2YoBQyV2nE-QJ-jBzM1UUH7Gs3aX4SPd-JSrDU3mlAFb75EkN3WW3YyrB4nbOQsn9gMvHzh5QwXm0zJUA/s1600/Happy-Land-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw6zRxbRPb-TrIAUPcFARrH_-V6GKBtvYXgnFYFYnee5BnRFnnJgWFtE1t7f2YoBQyV2nE-QJ-jBzM1UUH7Gs3aX4SPd-JSrDU3mlAFb75EkN3WW3YyrB4nbOQsn9gMvHzh5QwXm0zJUA/s320/Happy-Land-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>A HAPPY LAND <br /> <br /> The twining mist rolls its ever <br /> embellishing cover over the hills<br /> Just a&nbsp; simple fox at play all amid the grey....<br /> <br /> A hand strolls over your face the gliding of love<br /> &nbsp;in a sully embrace, stirs a twinkle in the heart<br /> A twitch in the park, enticed mystical lands of honey ...<br /> <br /> &nbsp;On the lips of a shy girl, A bitter chocolate fudge<br /> &nbsp;She blushes as she &nbsp;holds her satchel<br /> A leaving&nbsp;boy gives her a nudge....<br /> <br /> A simple Venice chocolate cake<br /> &nbsp;melts in the mouth of a martyr<br /> A view from a hill that gathers moss<br /> &nbsp;on rolling stones is water tight and safe...<br /> <br /> A blank page held in your<br /> &nbsp;knife blue eyes is watching me<br /> The beauty in a cup of tea<br /> A Sandwich and a Rosary,,,,<br /> The love that fills a sweating hand<br /> &nbsp;holding paws that&nbsp; play in sand....<br /> <br /> A fantasy that fills your head<br /> An epitaph the final bed <br /> <br /> A&nbsp; blue crying bird afraid to fly<br /> A minstrel beneath a bellowing sky<br /> <br /> A father loves his daughters dear <br /> A message from a speaking fear <br /> <br /> A place to hide when comfort looms<br /> A belly full of broken tunes <br /> A misfit on the garden gate <br /> A pile of chips upon your plate <br /> <br /> A breast to lay your head upon a<br /> yearning sound turned into song <br /> a drone that wakes a thousand minds...<br /> <br /> A Plastic cup with love inside <br /> A Boy you fancy &nbsp;flutters the heart <br /> A Man and wife who sleep apart <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> A bluster in the mind and soul<br /> A bowl of air, a crock of gold <br /> <br /> All find their land eventually<br /> A &nbsp;happy place for us to be <br /> The happiness of memory....HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-50320581887807254162011-06-02T11:23:00.003+01:002011-06-02T11:54:04.468+01:00<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrcbe645ozT0Ohf2241nwUDW1lmJwIoDengs6XI42sD1By91qw-wwpmlpRHVNajdSgIBrLmA1DtlS5MsLNycu9Lz9ZxYMdPV5vFoxBjTVfuAxerRr87992gBiuOZDDwc6X9wxjU3v0Sc/s1600/heart_beat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrcbe645ozT0Ohf2241nwUDW1lmJwIoDengs6XI42sD1By91qw-wwpmlpRHVNajdSgIBrLmA1DtlS5MsLNycu9Lz9ZxYMdPV5vFoxBjTVfuAxerRr87992gBiuOZDDwc6X9wxjU3v0Sc/s1600/heart_beat.gif" /></a></div><a name='more'></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1W60PS_1BgHMI7Dmr-4Nq5UcWn4Uej3VAxxTFl1P1E_HKevURLlpmfXoE8bjStk995mCNh9ACcXmdO3kgeawIII-vx-PI5fb8u0FFnoYn1M1HTSUuyPQoyjzE1DJxhMH-v66WBL7Kx8/s1600/heart_beat.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Cello of your dead beat heart&nbsp;</div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The exorcism in the dark&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The bone the blood the soul that yearns&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The picture perfect girl that burns&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">The Xrays that desires a flaw</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">A broken bone for Dogs to gnaw....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Gnawing at your soul......</div><div style="text-align: center;">The soul that yearns... </div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;">This anchor holds the ship in place&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">While misconception on your face&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Sinks vessels gone without a trace</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">and those denied all cried....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Our speeding love crashed gently here&nbsp;</div></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">For tears would wipe away all fear,<br /> Still stalling into second gear</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">When everything has Died....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">(c) Helena C Carta</div></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-24048951173604196732011-06-01T23:34:00.007+01:002011-06-02T00:14:56.517+01:00<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtDonIYBfYLgooJzxBwUWgla8q-ijdJAof-TIfu2MGHWlicCUVSc-Pri3EYxBSKSkB_X4h4322MhQx55VPR52AeL8zJ2fN89dnZXnxNo51oNEfyijB_K4aia6TrR0NfALr4_QNYYfFlw/s1600/185812_10150166971432345_761367344_8006023_1037304_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCtDonIYBfYLgooJzxBwUWgla8q-ijdJAof-TIfu2MGHWlicCUVSc-Pri3EYxBSKSkB_X4h4322MhQx55VPR52AeL8zJ2fN89dnZXnxNo51oNEfyijB_K4aia6TrR0NfALr4_QNYYfFlw/s320/185812_10150166971432345_761367344_8006023_1037304_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;What is it about Sylvester that everyone adores?<br /> is it his whiskers?<br /> The white on his lip? <br /> or just the way he curls in his paws...<br /> <br /> Yes, what is it about this darn little Cat<br /> that's pulling us this way and pulling us that...<br /> Bending us over backwards to please<br /> to rally around him like he's the Bees knees...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">What is it about Sylvester that keeps us engaged? <br /> &nbsp;Is it his non youth his grey hairs, his age <br /> His triangular shape and enormouse big head<br /> that makes us all want him to <br /> sleep on our beds....</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, what is it about Sylvester that makes our Hearts pound? </div><div style="text-align: left;">His faintest meow, or his soft purring sound...<br /> <br /> He makes us all fret at the thought of him leaving ...<br /> He is loved and adored but once he was grieving... <br /> <br /> For just two years ago <br /> He was bruised..<br /> A Hobo <br /> &nbsp;Homeless and dying <br /> A sick sack of bones <br /> That noone would love or let into their homes...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr72-LtSaP4pv5ccWI0zQQTLXeNecCaTimasy5Ht9zN4RUnm7J1Ed502dlrcsqeWRGxgw7MHDSsy7vXzmiuz_pCQgU3FJ_NS_TPdKuK_gIWCLjH5ahl549SnjpaZafti-AT2yjTvl2wjo/s1600/30624_430750342344_761367344_5236190_3637719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /> </a></div><div style="text-align: left;">He lived in the cold the Dank and the Dark <br /> Begged food from Mechanics near where the cars&nbsp; parked<br /> and at night he would seek his refuge in sheds <br /> while other cute moggies curled up on warm beds<br /> <br /> Oh! our&nbsp; little Sylvester he was so polite<br /> &nbsp;He would never come in, <br /> you would have to invite...&nbsp; <br /> <br /> He was bound to rely on the kindness of strangers, <br /> But all covered in mud&nbsp; he looked so contagious... <br /> &nbsp;His fur was as Brillo all matted and worn <br /> and his ear from fighting was blooded and torn..<br /> <br /> But when I saw him I knew<br /> That he had to be saved <br /> So gently I coaxed him and fed him and bathed<br /> He was always most grateful... <br /> And never his welcome<br /> would he over stay,<br /> but came for a&nbsp; little while,<br /> day after day,<br /> to eat and to warm up on his little pink rug<br /> &nbsp;and then sadly would leave <br /> &nbsp;and his eyes would cry hug....<br /> <br /> (c) Helena C Carta<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr72-LtSaP4pv5ccWI0zQQTLXeNecCaTimasy5Ht9zN4RUnm7J1Ed502dlrcsqeWRGxgw7MHDSsy7vXzmiuz_pCQgU3FJ_NS_TPdKuK_gIWCLjH5ahl549SnjpaZafti-AT2yjTvl2wjo/s1600/30624_430750342344_761367344_5236190_3637719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr72-LtSaP4pv5ccWI0zQQTLXeNecCaTimasy5Ht9zN4RUnm7J1Ed502dlrcsqeWRGxgw7MHDSsy7vXzmiuz_pCQgU3FJ_NS_TPdKuK_gIWCLjH5ahl549SnjpaZafti-AT2yjTvl2wjo/s320/30624_430750342344_761367344_5236190_3637719_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-42036755473941456842011-04-02T12:03:00.005+01:002011-11-18T20:05:46.669+00:00<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNs0THDqvW6VDlRKOCurCsGTFR5rC56Q7MqPfMjgY2dEKS9o_HCAmkizyzSFpVXe8Eu8lXKsLu-xD9j-32A2LLtk0vVATOoyR8MGBjDqS7vYwciAlVeC7kWNA6G9tpLIBPszFLa3TA97o/s1600/3560.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNs0THDqvW6VDlRKOCurCsGTFR5rC56Q7MqPfMjgY2dEKS9o_HCAmkizyzSFpVXe8Eu8lXKsLu-xD9j-32A2LLtk0vVATOoyR8MGBjDqS7vYwciAlVeC7kWNA6G9tpLIBPszFLa3TA97o/s1600/3560.jpg" /></a></div><i><br /> </i><br /> <i><br /> </i><br /> <i><br /> </i><br /> <i>THE SHIP</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>The ship is setting off</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>perhaps for the longest time...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>No Harbor filled with well wishers to bid her fond farewell</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>a gush of wind beneath her sails&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>to halt the day and dwell ...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>A bone did shiver, for this journey</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;was not meek nor was it&nbsp; mild&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;to carry fear through her raw black hurt&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>for deep inside she carried child ...</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> <i>Bound for pastures new</i><br /> <i>they said</i><br /> <i>"to court the Devil"</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>Amid the breakers and the coral</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;gliding east it's 6 am</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;her cargo to grow heavier by the day&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and&nbsp; all the while her bright blessed smile&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>could spirit sorrow clean away</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> <i>for the wind it howled beneath the masts&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;exhausted us upon the waves&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>the boat did bend and the boat did sway&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and carry cargo of it's Slaves</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;Away to foreign climbs&nbsp;</i><br /> <i>adrift her heart is torn&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and on the decks</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;beneath the screams&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><br /> <i>New sons of Africa be born ...</i><br /> <i><br /> </i><br /> <i><br /> </i><br /> <i>(c) Helena C Carta</i><br /> <i><br /> </i><br /> <i><br /> </i></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-84460087985469039232011-01-31T04:20:00.002+00:002011-03-01T21:04:13.513+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKKj-WYVWvheJElCXwAZE6oKcFRdwSJnNA9znXJnt7V4waxEzgNcOVx8EDXRqTcmZYj3YpVNaS_XYl-BW-XRayyDyzG2gQoYKZD9SqAL_5RxaNQCGXjD9DqA26AGo8QrX6WND-0VMXzk/s1600/old_clock_by_ami46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbKKj-WYVWvheJElCXwAZE6oKcFRdwSJnNA9znXJnt7V4waxEzgNcOVx8EDXRqTcmZYj3YpVNaS_XYl-BW-XRayyDyzG2gQoYKZD9SqAL_5RxaNQCGXjD9DqA26AGo8QrX6WND-0VMXzk/s320/old_clock_by_ami46.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">The Jaw clamped down hard as sin</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> a morning bird flutters in the dew kissed dusk</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> playing hide and seek so frivolously </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> with the dawn </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> a bleached out sky</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> watches as I curl and undress the magnitude of my life</span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> <br /> &nbsp;</span></b><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">like a windfall in the wind </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> it fly's </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> all pity with no mercy in it's eyes </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> Death of love came calling </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> this is not the first time</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> </span></b><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">a shadow befalls my heart </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> and all is lost </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> &nbsp;</span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">A memory dies not when you want it to </span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> but only when you wish it not </span></b></div><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> &nbsp;</span></b><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">And then to fade as days to weeks</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"> &nbsp;And weeks to the years that time forgot...</span></b></div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;">&nbsp;(c) Helena C Carta&nbsp; </span></b></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-85283641697038154552010-11-14T13:42:00.006+00:002012-12-10T01:56:07.510+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> <br /> In the silver silence a piercing <br /> quiver slung down her arched back <br /> the venom inside ready to spout forth<br /> <br /> His tort lips said it all <br /> and his piercing eye <br /> like beaded butter staring <br /> starkly at her glare....<br /> <br /> face to face in combat stance <br /> Who's triggering the vowel ...&nbsp; <br /> Both lips are tight and pursed<br /> which one will dare to utter first.... <br /> their defending beaming words....<br /> &nbsp;that which wrenches<br /> &nbsp; fully apart&nbsp; <br /> splits the pea and breaks the heart ....<br /> <br /> And <br /> So then to choose<br /> to win or loose<br /> <br /> &nbsp;the blessed C.D&nbsp; collection....</span></span></b><br /> <b><span style="font-family: Times,&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></b><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQS63ivKYHdMhgv3XC-qjNSuPGamLzp8OgK2VH9ZHZqjN40cTT3rifUUFmeiPDl8UhPXXX5LB0Azv2lnwMdOSJAdOiK5v63wXIuJ48Zrvvssa0H6Vwt0EQwUNt132hnSFC01l6XQa2C0/s1600/couple-arguing-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQS63ivKYHdMhgv3XC-qjNSuPGamLzp8OgK2VH9ZHZqjN40cTT3rifUUFmeiPDl8UhPXXX5LB0Azv2lnwMdOSJAdOiK5v63wXIuJ48Zrvvssa0H6Vwt0EQwUNt132hnSFC01l6XQa2C0/s320/couple-arguing-1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> </div> HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-69193516052591061002010-10-29T20:22:00.004+01:002010-10-29T22:37:44.603+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">HUMBLE PIE<br /> <br /> She ate humble pie<br /> &nbsp;for all his land&nbsp; to weep and sih<br /> &nbsp;in ghost thoughts black and bloated sky<br /> &nbsp; Her Hearts bleak readiness to cry.... <br /> <br /> So spill forth <br /> The pump of Blood Red tears <br /> Abate<br /> The cursed black broken fears <br /> &nbsp;The handcuffed ready salted tears....<br /> Her creased blue years<br /> &nbsp;The&nbsp; horrid hate <br /> The bleeding pain.... <br /> again <br /> again <br /> <br /> <br /> The love you thought to win<br /> &nbsp;in flames <br /> In you <br /> In him <br /> to keep the same<br /> <br /> Devours the pastry<br /> &nbsp; grain by grain <br /> &nbsp;The cook to serve <br /> and&nbsp; portion blame <br /> <br /> She's eating&nbsp; <br /> Humble pie<br /> again....</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-55439991183324083222010-10-28T22:44:00.003+01:002011-04-04T20:08:14.190+01:00<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8Rgl1iKYReEd6gCAdgAF-5ZUPr3VDic7SDGP2Vg2xUYciEebI1e4Tw-Uw3T2ijOT5b6LFifYQP45o5Adf4C59Yp8-mOelCJw4qEZCULXIEupV90lJB0yxkiQLlmKk5yrVIlkd2rBte8/s1600/1.7-3_DELILAH_Hedy_Lamarr_in_the_film_Samson_and_Delilah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8Rgl1iKYReEd6gCAdgAF-5ZUPr3VDic7SDGP2Vg2xUYciEebI1e4Tw-Uw3T2ijOT5b6LFifYQP45o5Adf4C59Yp8-mOelCJw4qEZCULXIEupV90lJB0yxkiQLlmKk5yrVIlkd2rBte8/s320/1.7-3_DELILAH_Hedy_Lamarr_in_the_film_Samson_and_Delilah.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">Beware her hair the liquid stare</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the Hound that sits in there&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">it rises up like Phoenix and with gust enflames the blood&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">It rises up and captures hearts with promises of love... </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> The vunerable will fall</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">felled trees that once stood tall&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">too weakened by her manner</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the wedding planner....</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">To be stung by killer bee would be a safer fate alas&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">beware the Baskerville the daughters</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">&nbsp;head in laughing gas.... </div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px;"><br /> Gentleman proceed with caution&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">go forth with utmost care &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">If you wish your hearts remain untattered</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;">think before you enter there...</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> And did I say</div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px;"><br /> Beware....</div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-54345409509286221622010-10-28T22:31:00.004+01:002010-11-15T01:41:50.738+00:00<div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaeJbi9KNxZp5noryZfWqBbmgYK4GYErlhyphenhyphenkiMSbXNafxCM6799E4otW3rrDceJ679IPmFmoq1J37EjvUrl-onMddt7sr36F9cg57NGVuXzga_U6YGklDzc-wLJWXUJE52ubxDkoaWqoU/s1600/palehorse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /> </a></div><i> </i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp1w0dbnb5XtHsEdLHME_Eqp5SQgCeW7ZwvaNLOEaKcEVei9F-jBgclb8dx5_hF02ZJ34D_26fBgiwRl_3WhpwnHuP0MbJDTzR_22kOQzH8Cq8y-t-P0I8zKMxPGbI6APBWbInXL50LQ/s1600/palehorse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp1w0dbnb5XtHsEdLHME_Eqp5SQgCeW7ZwvaNLOEaKcEVei9F-jBgclb8dx5_hF02ZJ34D_26fBgiwRl_3WhpwnHuP0MbJDTzR_22kOQzH8Cq8y-t-P0I8zKMxPGbI6APBWbInXL50LQ/s320/palehorse.jpg" width="223" /></a></div><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>It rains blood red and acid cursed&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>the water from the opened sky</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;Bleeds the plants the trees and life</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;all that flys and passes by</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;flourished flash the floods</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>the very soul of nature in her path&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>and waits to grapple down in droves</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;and cover her in ash and dark&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>shedding skin he turns within</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;itself an ambient bitter torrent</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;gasping&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;All&nbsp; is flushed and&nbsp; gushed</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;that dares to enter in his path&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>He leaves her cold eyed</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>&nbsp;worried doom&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>And Drowns her heart</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>In Catacomb&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>She Earth lies old&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>without her womb....</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>behold the pale horse cometh soon&nbsp;</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>amid</i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; min-height: 16px; text-align: center;"><i></i></div><div style="font: 14px Times New Roman; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><i>The Grey Grey thunder....</i><br /> <br /> <i>(C) Helena C Carta</i></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-62816764906755843132010-10-28T22:14:00.003+01:002010-11-19T18:13:36.814+00:00<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Life&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">life once resided here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">inside his ticking tocking heart</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;now death is taking&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">its merciless shape</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;all enveloping&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">life was hot blood here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">All aahs</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and warm emotion&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">sexual, kind&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;liberated and sublime&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Now<br /> Awkward<br /> Lonely Wanting&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Skinny pale<br /> whilst withering &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Within no love lives<br /> Death dwells inside&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">with only the dark blanket<br /> of loneliness</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;wrapping his aging skin</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> As a sorrowed song sings&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;there's little comfort from the fear&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">of aging&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-18199425740074221722010-07-24T10:38:00.000+01:002010-07-24T15:22:18.145+01:00<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">such a dreadful thing has happened&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">On her way through life</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She met a man who had</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;a dog&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a cat&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and then&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a wife&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a surly guy with bitter needs&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">like chocolate&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Wanting&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">more than greed</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She had his picture in her eyes&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">his face was fair his eyes were wide&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and in the moment their minds locked&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She saw herself inside and flocked&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">to all the places in him deep&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">began to know him wake and sleep</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and when he came to her in dreams&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">She'd walk his<br /> &nbsp;Land and be his schemes<br /> <br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cPNBATXPok7Hz3csKy-QGC8F6C_Qr9X0TXKBxJ-EwKMkKtIwQrjBrZqtdsegUN8fGLujrdEc9-cLjqp4dq-rssRmVebkK6zbW49Af8HIup1VgJTXoIMjEuJ_UOOklH_0_53t5k3EJuw/s1600/dark-lover-girl-romantic-31000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cPNBATXPok7Hz3csKy-QGC8F6C_Qr9X0TXKBxJ-EwKMkKtIwQrjBrZqtdsegUN8fGLujrdEc9-cLjqp4dq-rssRmVebkK6zbW49Af8HIup1VgJTXoIMjEuJ_UOOklH_0_53t5k3EJuw/s400/dark-lover-girl-romantic-31000.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> The darkest Hollow feeling lurched&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Empty as a derelict Church&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and twice as cold&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and thoughtless<br /> Heart&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">A faithful pain</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;that never parts&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">began to hang around...</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">It nurtured all the feelings&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;inadaquate and hurt</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;and raised&nbsp; it's head to cleanse away</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;The Guilt<br /> The Shame<br /> The Dirt</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">For he was the Darkest Lover&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">hidden in her undergrowth&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">the darkest lover&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">of them all</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> Who would &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">when fancy took him</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> Sometimes</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Come to call...</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">(c) Helena C Carta</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px;"><br /> </div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-70647173336661893392010-07-24T00:22:00.000+01:002010-07-24T15:13:27.235+01:00<div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The&nbsp;skull&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">stares&nbsp;back at me&nbsp;</div></div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Cold&nbsp;Hollow Eyed&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Through plated glass <br /> loomed stark&nbsp;and&nbsp;sighed</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;A once breathing&nbsp;being</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">a person&nbsp;such as me&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Each Holy breath&nbsp;for granted&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Each morsel&nbsp;taking liberty</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> No slave to the water bearer&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">You or&nbsp;&nbsp;I&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Earthly gifts abate our hunger &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp; things that money&nbsp;shouldn't buy</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Yes&nbsp;Skull<br /> You<br /> and&nbsp;I &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Oddly this is how&nbsp;it is &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">The pivotal&nbsp;force behind Creation</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp; striving&nbsp;to survive</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Gods orchestrated symphonies&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp; keeping us alive&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So gloriously arranged&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So the grass&nbsp;It seeds</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;And the grass&nbsp;It grows&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">So freely,&nbsp;just as we do</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;and the water&nbsp;Falls&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and the water&nbsp;Flows&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">so freely&nbsp;just like&nbsp;we do&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And&nbsp;this&nbsp;primate&nbsp;fleshless bone&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Who's air filled lungs&nbsp;sighed blood and cried</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Now cold as Lapis stone&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">A force once sung in here</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">In him resided Crimson Blue</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">&nbsp;A&nbsp;ticking&nbsp;tocking&nbsp;Heart&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> Courting the&nbsp;Mercy of the&nbsp;hammer<br /> In the name of &nbsp;Death and</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Art &nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Truth kissed Souls&nbsp;die searching&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">blazing planets&nbsp;orbit&nbsp;Mars&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">Prophets play the chords&nbsp;within us<br /> Death&nbsp;turns us into&nbsp;Stars&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> And in the stillness of the&nbsp;Raven Blue&nbsp;</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">and the jewel bedazzled sky</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> Ours&nbsp;is not to question<br /> Ours is not to wonder why<br /> &nbsp;It is the Diamonds&nbsp;on the Skull</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;">And not the skull itself<br /> Which makes it's worth beyond belief<br /> and Priceless<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5seBAImdzHlo0V00I98JkLMQYvUvNEAAm5l8qqOmHHDOLkBqjpI06h4cpcGKVJbzecele4C6y8jsLGn_ML5QsQb16UMPavHZsraSepxWnYnKCca59b7DGLpC-yJr8Dorb8pGt4hvdCOE/s1600/damien_hirst_diamond_encrusted_skull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5seBAImdzHlo0V00I98JkLMQYvUvNEAAm5l8qqOmHHDOLkBqjpI06h4cpcGKVJbzecele4C6y8jsLGn_ML5QsQb16UMPavHZsraSepxWnYnKCca59b7DGLpC-yJr8Dorb8pGt4hvdCOE/s400/damien_hirst_diamond_encrusted_skull.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Beyond Wealth...</div></div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;">(C) HELENA C CARTA</div><div style="font: 14.0px Times New Roman; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 16.0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-33214067137341122562010-07-23T16:09:00.001+01:002010-07-24T16:30:36.506+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><ul><li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkrAdlb13L3HWQQXu40qJ8fnHJCG_AjDXipvZFpJYbY63_O5sf3OppXHifpZKimt_zU5KGOTNtDBgDTosJ8eQ_Kmz9KQBeI9RfpzSe9wtqjkLx6pesP0ehhvFycYumWDlQYiLy6QAOMc/s1600/snowyguitarsmall-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><img border="0" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkrAdlb13L3HWQQXu40qJ8fnHJCG_AjDXipvZFpJYbY63_O5sf3OppXHifpZKimt_zU5KGOTNtDBgDTosJ8eQ_Kmz9KQBeI9RfpzSe9wtqjkLx6pesP0ehhvFycYumWDlQYiLy6QAOMc/s400/snowyguitarsmall-2.JPG" width="400" /></span></a></li> </ul></blockquote></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;">With voluminous eye </div><div style="text-align: center;">He rearranges me </div><div style="text-align: center;">every set of glances fortified with a gust </div><div style="text-align: center;">for lust </div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">It sits pale as the morning on his face </div><div style="text-align: center;">and a beautiful hue </div><div style="text-align: center;">glows deep within him </div><div style="text-align: center;">A smile dances wryly across his soft skin </div><div style="text-align: center;">and Love love love </div><div style="text-align: center;">rides up in him </div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">He sits at ease in the easy chair </div><div style="text-align: center;">his slim dark features</div><div style="text-align: center;">locks of greasy hair</div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">how cool and unsettling</div><div style="text-align: center;">He sits and stares </div><div style="text-align: center;">how cool and unsettling&nbsp; in his under wears&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;">How cool<span style="background-color: black;"></span></div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-13447714312321639892010-07-18T01:40:00.000+01:002010-07-23T18:28:50.991+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Bellowing lovers floating on the airy silence</div><div style="text-align: center;">It has been a decade past since I have tasted your firm lush lips<br /> Basked in all antiquity and heavy as the morning...<br /> <br /> <br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1VTp7RZdPtxIQAEVNOxfR6L6-Bkr9B1KqXKsGNn-dACea_hYVIpSlkSQk5eYUE2vP5zGAamobJzN9IhXSWgiQ76JgVvvORrLvpJcBfc-FmmCQnFzbfQsDmm5HfbKKzWB2JO9KJhFqOYA/s1600/The-End-Of-The-World-As-We-Know-It1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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Carta&nbsp;</div><br /> </div>HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-72625681340810922112010-01-11T03:09:00.000+00:002010-07-24T00:41:44.534+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0daj3AZqT1QZvCvw8YA80wSPdIg4NWeku-IbHQxQ4DGvVOdv6OlCswmUf8WWMk0Ntwbpz1CGcxa2736-8ickNhTvTe12Wl4Z3epFlahDEaqu0uCeXwGJRyZupPPAi1t7S0R8-Nkwb1Ss/s1600/tumblr_kqcn7btFLr1qz9poso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; border-collapse: collapse; color: #080000; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0daj3AZqT1QZvCvw8YA80wSPdIg4NWeku-IbHQxQ4DGvVOdv6OlCswmUf8WWMk0Ntwbpz1CGcxa2736-8ickNhTvTe12Wl4Z3epFlahDEaqu0uCeXwGJRyZupPPAi1t7S0R8-Nkwb1Ss/s1600/tumblr_kqcn7btFLr1qz9poso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center; width: 326px;" /></a><br /> <br /> I will waft in with the night air<br /> ,and leave as our days break<br /> I'll Watch your fingers<br /> graze an empty bed<br /> You're Like a beautiful word<br /> A french poet once said....<br /> <br /> Mouth round a bottle<br /> perfectly coarse<br /> words scorch like a heated blanket<br /> Wrap me in your anguish darling<br /> &nbsp;It's all I hear<br /> Your blackened mind caresses<br /> like Bats in my hair<br /> It's all I hear<br /> Don't take me there....<br /> <br /> And I wish just sometimes<br /> I was outside these windows<br /> In the Good morning world<br /> Between sex scented sheets<br /> With Mozart on headphones<br /> And the sonnets of Keats<br /> <br /> Beautiful creatures<br /> with magnificent lives<br /> Delicious nude husbands<br /> With perfume drunk wives<br /> Cold Sunday mornings<br /> And hangover cures<br /> Cheap Prada suits<br /> next to Christian Diors<br /> Earl gray and warm toast<br /> Bathrobes and strong soaps<br /> <br /> And Oh!... <br /> Just sometimes<br /> &nbsp;How I wish<br /> &nbsp;I&nbsp;was outside<br /> These cold cold windows...<br /> <br /> (c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-65317661963940140542010-01-11T02:08:00.000+00:002010-01-11T04:10:12.931+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt1ZgXJh4f5eq_qO732igUBbf2OrReurTs9SWnMMz5rHhdueP5Y2VhD-HDOWI7kVeqFkPizdpgoCCHIvAa-u2Vkz09oGJjU3ScaoL2ZwM1WpuB4vbSgaLn3flb1OpMfWDqdl42BZETuk/s1600-h/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt1ZgXJh4f5eq_qO732igUBbf2OrReurTs9SWnMMz5rHhdueP5Y2VhD-HDOWI7kVeqFkPizdpgoCCHIvAa-u2Vkz09oGJjU3ScaoL2ZwM1WpuB4vbSgaLn3flb1OpMfWDqdl42BZETuk/s400/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327958619132994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nZW65Jo0d1pK4r_tVqmt4t0snK3dMGj_pVeHuN-Z50Vr6hdN4TrQTUHSWY-74RrOdCEGb0aL7UQXYG36QW83xbQhq8Ig5QlThD_MdV8M5K-Xz3ImCZ03QZa_64ycdoxWOybcEFjnMUQ/s1600-h/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3nZW65Jo0d1pK4r_tVqmt4t0snK3dMGj_pVeHuN-Z50Vr6hdN4TrQTUHSWY-74RrOdCEGb0aL7UQXYG36QW83xbQhq8Ig5QlThD_MdV8M5K-Xz3ImCZ03QZa_64ycdoxWOybcEFjnMUQ/s400/dvp_empty_tall_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425327570689524738" /></a><br />Sitting in the sun watching you turn cold,<br />Reaching for a star where the skies burn gold,<br />Landing on the moon,<br />you pace dark circles round my room,<br /><br />Funny how it goes, but I don't see you laughing<br />I'm Waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...<br /><br />If I had a gun and I had your mind to blow,<br />If there's life on Mars would you want to go...<br />Venus and the moon siting pretty like a cherry on a spoon...<br />Funny how it goes but I don't see you laughing...<br />I'm waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...<br /><br />Gazing through cars my minds an overload<br />Just give me satellites and stars...<br />DEEP SPACE AND A LONG ROAD...HELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-49970670579658187352010-01-11T02:06:00.001+00:002011-07-14T20:58:41.981+01:00This feels like Milkshake on my tongue<br /> And I the pessimist smile at me<br /> To think I dissmissed his exquisit lips so wryly<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX__c2uyOBGK9K_LOWWXx9ZsK50AG2Oodh-Xiuoc6paeligQyvyiVhvxitaJ28z48AoBzE1_AodgJo_eq0y51L1qhODXetKG6lo7NU8MD3-Dwk9oRJGCDICqBaxhPme0nTDIDzICK_UtE/s1600/SOS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX__c2uyOBGK9K_LOWWXx9ZsK50AG2Oodh-Xiuoc6paeligQyvyiVhvxitaJ28z48AoBzE1_AodgJo_eq0y51L1qhODXetKG6lo7NU8MD3-Dwk9oRJGCDICqBaxhPme0nTDIDzICK_UtE/s400/SOS.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <br /> The first kiss melted into the bLack of my throat<br /> and curled like gold around my telling toes<br /> <br /> The second drove insanity deep into my belly<br /> The third was blocked by shock, as scary as the first<br /> <br /> The fourth and fifth did elevate and make the senses burst<br /> Like a bubble to my brain like a tunnel over trains<br /> <br /> Quick Slip me a Micky Finn<br /> I want to play your Violin<br /> And we'll have sex like Marilyn<br /> Over and Over and Over....<br /> For I am fragile<br /> like biscuit crumble....<br /> But with torn emotions....<br /> You twist and curl over me....<br /> then me turns to ..<br /> WE<br /> The little melting sex savages in synchronized haze....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I tasted crayfish for the first time...<br /> The Township flag blew out of line....<br /> I will NEVER sleep in this bed again...<br /> <br /> I counted paw prints in the concrete (as I left)....<br /> There were 13....<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div>(c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063502722735522334.post-62093037088184871752010-01-11T01:51:00.000+00:002010-07-24T01:39:01.157+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxf2kXurgqDzaYgCpp9HYo6YtA3m7dK4FeeGOUMKvj4q5jamFIVkyJv-u0w4DSWNwCiG-ApMDSIcYEfxyFL9PPoLjU-QtWUfPHlpjs8SBd6t53awGVpoiBQQdSOFBW7xGAlY7ROyWj04/s1600-h/The_Siren.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425317644054217762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVxf2kXurgqDzaYgCpp9HYo6YtA3m7dK4FeeGOUMKvj4q5jamFIVkyJv-u0w4DSWNwCiG-ApMDSIcYEfxyFL9PPoLjU-QtWUfPHlpjs8SBd6t53awGVpoiBQQdSOFBW7xGAlY7ROyWj04/s400/The_Siren.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /></a><br /> The Siren J.W. Waterhouse<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I AM YOURS<br /> I am YOURS when Mother Moon she stirs still or sultry<br /> I AM YOURS....<br /> Bound to you as enchanting as a voodoo doll...<br /> I AM YOURS ...<br /> Cold and restlessly... <br /> YOURS......<br /> <br /> The yearning Screeeches in me like A Sealess Siren possessed to cull this bleak relentless wanting....<br /> <br /> For I AM YOURS.....<br /> <br /> <br /> I AM YOURS....<br /> <br /> BUT YOU are not mine....<br /> <br /> YOU are someone else' beau... <br /> Someone else' heart is light and slightly flustered...<br /> Someone else is both love lorn and enthralled...<br /> Someone else is enraptured In the charm...<br /> That is not mine...<br /> <br /> YOU are not mine......<br /> <br /> YOU are not mine......<br /> <br /> You are not MINE....<br /> <br /> (c) Helena C CartaHELENA C CARTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171398600437817598noreply@blogger.com0