HUMBLE PIE

She ate humble pie
 for all his land  to weep and sih
 in ghost thoughts black and bloated sky
  Her Hearts bleak readiness to cry....

So spill forth
The pump of Blood Red tears
Abate
The cursed black broken fears
 The handcuffed ready salted tears....
Her creased blue years
 The  horrid hate
The bleeding pain....
again
again


The love you thought to win
 in flames
In you
In him
to keep the same

Devours the pastry
  grain by grain
 The cook to serve
and  portion blame

She's eating 
Humble pie
again....

Femme Fatal

Beware her hair the liquid stare

beware the Hound that sits in there 

it rises up like Phoenix and with gust enflames the blood 

It rises up and captures hearts with promises of love...

The vunerable will fall

felled trees that once stood tall 

too weakened by her manner

beware the wedding planner....

To be stung by killer bee would be a safer fate alas 

beware the Baskerville the daughters

 head in laughing gas....

Gentleman proceed with caution 

go forth with utmost care  

If you wish your hearts remain untattered

think before you enter there...

And did I say

Beware....

GREY GREY THUNDER

It rains blood red and acid cursed 

the water from the opened sky

 Bleeds the plants the trees and life

 all that flys and passes by

 flourished flash the floods

the very soul of nature in her path 

and waits to grapple down in droves

 and cover her in ash and dark 

shedding skin he turns within

 itself an ambient bitter torrent

 gasping 

 All  is flushed and  gushed

 that dares to enter in his path 

He leaves her cold eyed

 worried doom 

And Drowns her heart

In Catacomb 

She Earth lies old 

without her womb....

behold the pale horse cometh soon 

amid

The Grey Grey thunder....

(C) Helena C Carta

LIFE

Life 

life once resided here

inside his ticking tocking heart

 now death is taking 

its merciless shape

 all enveloping 

life was hot blood here

All aahs

and warm emotion 

sexual, kind 

 liberated and sublime 

Now
Awkward
Lonely Wanting 

Skinny pale
whilst withering  

Within no love lives
Death dwells inside 

with only the dark blanket
of loneliness

 wrapping his aging skin

As a sorrowed song sings 

 there's little comfort from the fear 

of aging