DEAD BEAT HEART...

WHAT IS IT ABOUT SYLVESTER?

 What is it about Sylvester that everyone adores?
is it his whiskers?
The white on his lip?
or just the way he curls in his paws...

Yes, what is it about this darn little Cat
that's pulling us this way and pulling us that...
Bending us over backwards to please
to rally around him like he's the Bees knees...

What is it about Sylvester that keeps us engaged?
 Is it his non youth his grey hairs, his age
His triangular shape and enormouse big head
that makes us all want him to
sleep on our beds....

Now, what is it about Sylvester that makes our Hearts pound?

His faintest meow, or his soft purring sound...

He makes us all fret at the thought of him leaving ...
He is loved and adored but once he was grieving...

For just two years ago
He was bruised..
A Hobo
 Homeless and dying
A sick sack of bones
That noone would love or let into their homes...

He lived in the cold the Dank and the Dark
Begged food from Mechanics near where the cars  parked
and at night he would seek his refuge in sheds
while other cute moggies curled up on warm beds

Oh! our  little Sylvester he was so polite
 He would never come in,
you would have to invite... 

He was bound to rely on the kindness of strangers,
But all covered in mud  he looked so contagious...
 His fur was as Brillo all matted and worn
and his ear from fighting was blooded and torn..

But when I saw him I knew
That he had to be saved
So gently I coaxed him and fed him and bathed
He was always most grateful...
And never his welcome
would he over stay,
but came for a  little while,
day after day,
to eat and to warm up on his little pink rug
 and then sadly would leave
 and his eyes would cry hug....

(c) Helena C Carta

THE SHIP

The ship is setting off

perhaps for the longest time...

No Harbor filled with well wishers to bid her fond farewell

a gush of wind beneath her sails 

to halt the day and dwell ...

A bone did shiver, for this journey

 was not meek nor was it  mild 

 to carry fear through her raw black hurt 

for deep inside she carried child ...

Bound for pastures new
they said
"to court the Devil"

Amid the breakers and the coral

 gliding east it's 6 am

 her cargo to grow heavier by the day 

and  all the while her bright blessed smile 

could spirit sorrow clean away

for the wind it howled beneath the masts 

 exhausted us upon the waves 

the boat did bend and the boat did sway 

and carry cargo of it's Slaves

 Away to foreign climbs 
adrift her heart is torn 

and on the decks

 beneath the screams  
New sons of Africa be born ...




(c) Helena C Carta

TIME FORGOT

The Jaw clamped down hard as sin

a morning bird flutters in the dew kissed dusk

playing hide and seek so frivolously

with the dawn

a bleached out sky

watches as I curl and undress the magnitude of my life

 

like a windfall in the wind

it fly's

all pity with no mercy in it's eyes

Death of love came calling

this is not the first time

a shadow befalls my heart

and all is lost

 

A memory dies not when you want it to

but only when you wish it not

 

And then to fade as days to weeks

 And weeks to the years that time forgot...

 (c) Helena C Carta 

I.O.U

In the silver silence a piercing
quiver slung down her arched back
the venom inside ready to spout forth

His tort lips said it all
and his piercing eye
like beaded butter staring
starkly at her glare....

face to face in combat stance
Who's triggering the vowel ... 
Both lips are tight and pursed
which one will dare to utter first....
their defending beaming words....
 that which wrenches
  fully apart 
splits the pea and breaks the heart ....

And
So then to choose
to win or loose

 the blessed C.D  collection....

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 

DARK LOVER

such a dreadful thing has happened 

On her way through life

She met a man who had

 a dog 

a cat 

and then 

a wife 

a surly guy with bitter needs 

like chocolate 

Wanting 

more than greed

She had his picture in her eyes 

his face was fair his eyes were wide 

and in the moment their minds locked 

She saw herself inside and flocked 

to all the places in him deep 

began to know him wake and sleep

and when he came to her in dreams 

She'd walk his
 Land and be his schemes

The darkest Hollow feeling lurched 

 Empty as a derelict Church 

and twice as cold 

and thoughtless
Heart 

A faithful pain

 that never parts 

began to hang around...

It nurtured all the feelings 

 inadaquate and hurt

 and raised  it's head to cleanse away

 The Guilt
The Shame
The Dirt

For he was the Darkest Lover 

hidden in her undergrowth 

the darkest lover 

of them all

Who would  

when fancy took him

Sometimes

Come to call...

(c) Helena C Carta

THE SKULL

The skull 

stares back at me 

Cold Hollow Eyed 

Through plated glass
loomed stark and sighed

 A once breathing being

a person such as me 

Each Holy breath for granted 

Each morsel taking liberty

No slave to the water bearer 

You or  I 

Earthly gifts abate our hunger  

  things that money shouldn't buy

 Yes Skull
You
and I  

Oddly this is how it is  

The pivotal force behind Creation

  striving to survive

Gods orchestrated symphonies 

  keeping us alive 

So gloriously arranged 

So the grass It seeds

 And the grass It grows 

So freely, just as we do

 and the water Falls 

and the water Flows 

so freely just like we do 

And this primate fleshless bone 

Who's air filled lungs sighed blood and cried

Now cold as Lapis stone 

A force once sung in here

In him resided Crimson Blue

 A ticking tocking Heart 

Courting the Mercy of the hammer
In the name of  Death and

Art  

Truth kissed Souls die searching 

blazing planets orbit Mars 

Prophets play the chords within us
Death turns us into Stars 

And in the stillness of the Raven Blue 

and the jewel bedazzled sky

Ours is not to question
Ours is not to wonder why
 It is the Diamonds on the Skull

And not the skull itself
Which makes it's worth beyond belief
and Priceless

Beyond Wealth...

(C) HELENA C CARTA

HOW COOL

• 

With voluminous eye

He rearranges me

every set of glances fortified with a gust

for lust

It sits pale as the morning on his face

and a beautiful hue

glows deep within him

A smile dances wryly across his soft skin

and Love love love

rides up in him

He sits at ease in the easy chair

his slim dark features

locks of greasy hair

how cool and unsettling

He sits and stares

how cool and unsettling  in his under wears 

How cool