She Who Watches - She Who Waits - She Who Listens - She Who Speaks
Blanche McLanahan [ehcnald at yahoo.com]
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Love's Lost Memory #2
of poetic essays written through
"Justice........so be it!"
And so your honour might you tell me..............for where from I view I assummed you could see me. And should my light of truth ever shed your brow, 'tis then that your heart and its justice should find me now. I see not what I saw. You see, it now appears somewhat afar. For from where I viewed, I thought I was looking at you.
Man's Justice speaks with forked tongue
At once for truth then opposition claims the lies.
It is as the double edged sword and I thank God it cuts both ways.
For years she had no eye,
So we found other ways to see.
But now she has no heart and humanity will not survive.
We stand accused and so we must stand to defend the lies. It is not for truth we stand, but for the lies brought forth against us. The courts have no heart to hear your plea, as they can no more see through deception than you or I. Their world too suffers the pain of the illusion which masks the truth as to why we do the things we do.
has set compromise in the simplistic reasoning of truth. And we the
people must speak up and demand our rights. It is not the one out of
many to speak for the whole, but the many who will stand and speak for
the one. And as man is unite in a belief system that is good for all,
then we as a nation shall in time undo our wrongs and be forgiven. Forgiveness
comes from the heart of man and vengeance is self inflicted and suffered
by God's hand.
Illusive world to sight of eye as time heaves matter.
Space to gain way as energy dissipates into effect.
Presumptive pictures of its mass 'tis bred in dreams where reality is reflect.
To the window and beyond the harsh mirror in which we look is yet to claim denial.
And too the child cannot open this door, closing in spite of their sweet faces.
Such is the nature of the illusion on which we rely.
Fit is he who survives beyond masked faces.
Appearance to encapsulate these bodies truths.
Strength dresses proportionate behind benefits of human attire.
Slightly bound struggling to loosen girdled constraint
Lifting momentarily lifes continued complaint..........
Must we become dressed in that which does not suit us?
Despite man's efforts
justice in time will suit itself.
'REDUCIO AD ABSURDUM'
The names have not been changed
As not to distort the true guilty faces.
For what lies in their face is truth
That the heart never erases.
In passage of verse to reflect in the mirror
Self justice serves all done in error.
However they justify action by tainted word,
The face will express any lie heard.
Vengeance is mine doest sayeth the Lord,
It is he to sever betrayal with edge of his sword.
So as the sons must pay for their father's debt,
And his mother wronged takes the life she once kept....
It is here we give name in the mirrors discord,
Truth wins and the lies go unheard.
Though some distort the faces you perceive,
Never shall they hide guilt of one who deceives.
It is in lesson to be learned as our morals discern,
"tis truth of the heart's ritualistic glow that burns.
We reap all that we sow and each man doest know,
The minds garden has flowers and here too the weeds grow.
So it is in the right or wrong of things when making our choice,
Should we lie, then there will be no one to hear our heart's voice.
In Moments Stilled
Lifeless were you on deaths bed
Moribund thoughts now to reek
Human thought frozen to reason
The action my eye is compelled to seek.
Destiny locked in time
Filtering the future
Our past yet to climb.
No brief held to prepare
The glimpses of each moment
So unaware to be caught in death's snare.
Spoken loudly the answer to come
Soft warning voice told of a future
To leave memory in this place I now long.
As though clearing a passage
For acceptance of transition
Then releasing my body
Our lives only true possession.
Mystic breath hovered shrouding my soul
Infiltrating my senses in plain view
At the moment death found his body
Frigid as the winter's cold.
Strife clutched against my breast
Oh might I lie beside you
An eternity of you and I in death?
Thought negate to enter the mind's door
On its altar I held you
Our hearts bound evermore.
Now prepared was I.
Oh not for your demise
But knowing of life beyond
Where my spirit too shall arise.
Into and through death's bartered door
The spirit lights the path
And excludes the reality of that fateful morn.
Gently words guided me to preceed that day
Simplistic climax found truth
Awakening to what I must say.
Profoundly you spoke "you will know what you must do"
Emotions instilled understanding
Of who had murdered you.
My tears flowed in dread of your thought
Such evil and torment
Which now you'd begot.
Beyond human reasoning of all pain
Horror had found the child
And his mother to beckon a dance of refrain.
For justice to proclaim
And vengeance to free my heart
Entails no desire to hear spoken her name.
The chaos and torment of family shall end
Negative energy will dissipate
Then calm seas will envelope us,
For turbulence too has fate.
Tis truth one's word finds end
Reason knows rhyme
And in time my life shall mend.
My face doest shine of truth that lies within
Knowing her face blackened can never lie tale
For it is written
in story of her sin.
Light of Truth speaks;
As not yet had I found you in your grave
Your character defamed such slander they did rave.
Remembering the sincere look trembling in fear
Your eyes still sparkled to embrace our years.
You spoke so prophetically I'd know what to do,
knowing all the while I'd be here without you.
Not even might grief know of our tear,
no moisture in soil hardened neath headstone endeared.
And our children to see the weeping truth
You crying as I held your broken youth.
Their sleep confined within safe perimeter
Protecting their delicate minds the horror of her.
One's mother to befall the stature you'd erect
Denying dreams our vows did protect.
Twisted tongue painted your death
Erecting monuments to suit her evil rath.
And the father despined in a drunken swaying stupor
Unaware of her intent which slew you.
Now he condemns you in grief and anger
Perched in her cage of precarious danger.
Weeping not or seeking out one who knew........
Consumed by self hatred for that which he failed you.
Unconscious motivation seeks new found guilt
She hides covering in warmth her black quilt.
But I see neath these blanketing dark shadows,
Bringing you to the light though now neath grave so shallow.
As I remove the filth their dirt has covered
Truth will come in lieu of remnant discovered.
And those still to love one's heart so true
Shall remove the blanketing deception
Beneath which your
mother's self hatred sealed you.
Charles spirit speaks unto me;
Be not consumed
For she seeks justice which is self inflicted.
Earned seeds die neath soils tainting
That which she bequeathed unto me.
The son she bore gave her professed right
Now to instill its cessation
With an insistent wish
And due to my failure to comply.
Simply that I could love no other
As I do you
In anger she bartered
With evil to destroy you.
Cradle always my love deep in your heart
Have clear warning and know
Her intent was for you from the start.
Take that which the light bares
Void her glimmering web and snare
My mother the black widow
Has no heart to spare.
Death was the promise she made
Because I loved you
The wish now is for me
And it will come true.
Know that harm can never touch you
I forced them to snare me.....
Thus the taming of this shrew.
Reverberations of her voice elucidate
The miserable echo from her heart
For 'twas me to die that fateful morn
leaving you with the children
And her with nothing but her heart's scorn.
O' you as I know vengeance is self inflicted.
Open the door to new soft delicate mind
Leave her shadowed garden
And find the new to unwind.
Fear not for me
I am yet the child purging oceans of tears
In sadness for the mother
I had longed to love me.
And I know some day
Our arms will embrace
Forged only by eternity
That will be the place.
My death emerged in fear of her womb
So very long ago,
My fate not due you
For she found right submerged in hatred
and the son she was yet to entomb.
You'd often said how I'd lived more life than most
And now forged in eternity though I still cry
I find peace as you hear my whimpering sighs
And the voice from spirit of my ghost.
Remember the sparkle glimmering in my eyes
My touch and the love we knew
And know that I shall always love you.
One day we shall meet in density of matter again
For you and I are unite forever
With the promise of resurrection.
and then he said to me;
"I am the spark to light your way
I am you lamb I will not stray
I am the earth beneath your feet
I am strength no need for defeat.
Do not wipe me from your thoughts
As your hands dry the tears.
Do not sit and miss my touch
Think of warmth I will always be near.
Do not turn in regret of the years
The are your foundation my dear.
And when I died I knew no pain
Death is merely hesitation
Life knows no refrain.
I praised God in knowing you'd be set free
A path with new directives
Where you'd be all that you can be.
Believe in your heart
There is more love for you to gain
Yet I will always be with you
OUR LOVE is eternal and shall always remain."
To Charles I confirm;
Now as I see you break the silence of mass concealed in death's closed walls,
You have found the way to remove yourself and slowly the barriers fall.
Now from within you the strength does manifest,
No longer your being to sit still on the shelf.
As your light grows how is it in death these seeds sow?
It must be in death we finally know
And this knowledge enables embryonic seeds to grow.
I see without mine eye as the light of which you are bends to unfold
And the streams of you radiate from depths of death's glow.
Now as you come to me from within
I find my question asking just where from within had you been?
But now I feel your new strengths energy
and your reason for being again told,
And I long to become as one of you
So this insight I too might hold.
O' how deaths integrity does surpass all known
For in this your purpose has since grown....
As I breathe deeply of this sight mine eye doest see,
My mind knows it is one life's dream wept
And my heart thought could never be.
It is one transformed in the light of death where together we found;
Tis not in death to part, but to be set free.
Resurrection is transformation in the light of love
Germinating growth of this new seed...
Reaching, feeling, touching the pulsed sensations from above.
Suddenly! Sounds of justice I hear in voice of your last wish
and the laughing echo served and final
As this dish of vengeance consumed devours our heart's tears and we rejoice!
Justice so be it....Thy will be done.
For vengeance is truly that which is self inflict.
- Blanche McLanahan
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Copyright 2007 - Blanche McLanahan