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

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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

END OF THE WORLD

Bellowing lovers floating on the airy silence

It has been a decade past since I have tasted your firm lush lips
Basked in all antiquity and heavy as the morning...

The Blood red Sun rises its last head to the East

The She wind blows a Canyon size hole 

through  hemorrhaging Mother Earth

And as The End of the world 

gears up for its final curtain call

I 

have

just 

found

LOVE

(c) Helena.C. Carta 

CHARLES BUKOWSKI BLUE BIRD

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's

in there

Charles Bukowski

JUST SOMETIMES

I will waft in with the night air
,and leave as our days break
I'll Watch your fingers
graze an empty bed
You're Like a beautiful word
A french poet once said....

Mouth round a bottle
perfectly coarse
words scorch like a heated blanket
Wrap me in your anguish darling
 It's all I hear
Your blackened mind caresses
like Bats in my hair
It's all I hear
Don't take me there....

And I wish just sometimes
I was outside these windows
In the Good morning world
Between sex scented sheets
With Mozart on headphones
And the sonnets of Keats

Beautiful creatures
with magnificent lives
Delicious nude husbands
With perfume drunk wives
Cold Sunday mornings
And hangover cures
Cheap Prada suits
next to Christian Diors
Earl gray and warm toast
Bathrobes and strong soaps

And Oh!...
Just sometimes
 How I wish
 I was outside
These cold cold windows...

(c) Helena C Carta

SATELLITES AND STARZ

Sitting in the sun watching you turn cold,
Reaching for a star where the skies burn gold,
Landing on the moon,
you pace dark circles round my room,

Funny how it goes, but I don't see you laughing
I'm Waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...

If I had a gun and I had your mind to blow,
If there's life on Mars would you want to go...
Venus and the moon siting pretty like a cherry on a spoon...
Funny how it goes but I don't see you laughing...
I'm waiting for the snow I'm going to hide my face in...

Gazing through cars my minds an overload
Just give me satellites and stars...
DEEP SPACE AND A LONG ROAD...

5 KISSES COLD

This feels like Milkshake on my tongue
And I the pessimist smile at me
To think I dissmissed his exquisit lips so wryly

The first kiss melted into the bLack of my throat
and curled like gold around my telling toes

The second drove insanity deep into my belly
The third was blocked by shock, as scary as the first

The fourth and fifth did elevate and make the senses burst
Like a bubble to my brain like a tunnel over trains

Quick Slip me a Micky Finn
I want to play your Violin
And we'll have sex like Marilyn
Over and Over and Over....
For I am fragile
like biscuit crumble....
But with torn emotions....
You twist and curl over me....
then me turns to ..
WE
The little melting sex savages in synchronized haze....



I tasted crayfish for the first time...
The Township flag blew out of line....
I will NEVER sleep in this bed again...

I counted paw prints in the concrete (as I left)....
There were 13....

(c) Helena C Carta

I AM YOURS...

The Siren J.W. Waterhouse



I AM YOURS
I am YOURS when Mother Moon she stirs still or sultry
I AM YOURS....
Bound to you as enchanting as a voodoo doll...
I AM YOURS ...
Cold and restlessly...
YOURS......

The yearning Screeeches in me like A Sealess Siren possessed to cull this bleak relentless wanting....

For I AM YOURS.....


I AM YOURS....

BUT YOU are not mine....

YOU are someone else' beau...
Someone else' heart is light and slightly flustered...
Someone else is both love lorn and enthralled...
Someone else is enraptured In the charm...
That is not mine...

YOU are not mine......

YOU are not mine......

You are not MINE....

(c) Helena C Carta