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Counting the Stars

10 Sunday Feb 2013

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Stars over Sea

 

 

 

 

Bury my heart upon the hill,

So I can count the stars,

deafened by my silent rage,

the world’s a critic and life’s a stage,

you sent me to an early grave,

to dance with my daemons,

in a barbed wedding gown,

you broke my crown,

and lowered me down,

so I can haunt the stars.

How dare you call my name,

when you are broken too,

more damaged and fragile than I,

I hope I made you cry,

in that balmy summertime,

occupy my body and mind,

I’ll bury my heart on the hill,

so I can dream of the stars.

 

Dedicated to my dear cousin Alan – may you rest in peace – you will be missed, I hope you can dance with the stars.

© Counting the Stars  10.02.2013

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Stars over Sea (Photo credit: overgraeme)

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Love Stories

31 Monday Dec 2012

Posted by in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Loss, Love, Poetry, Waiting and Longing

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Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The greatest love story,

never told,

needn’t be,

the ones of old.

Living in lands,

cloaked with dreams,

where archetypes rule,

and tears become streams.

When day becomes night,

and Knights rule of old,

where the greatest love stories,

are never told.

 

Pick up a pen,

and brandish your sword,

battle your daemons,

and pen your words,

look to your heart,

for stories held close,

let the midnight ink glisten –

stars dancing with ghosts.

May rainbows arc brightly

and clouds cloak bad dreams,

shooting stars sparkle,

and waltz with moonbeams.

 

© Love Stories 31.12.2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Polski: Rycerze Okrągłego Stołu i święty Graal. Malunek z XV w. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Daemons

26 Saturday May 2012

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"I carry your heart with me. (I carry it ...

 

 

 

 

 

You think you are the King of me,

I am not scared of you.

I’ll stand my ground, as I am strong;

a core of steel runs through.

 

Whatever daemons you may throw,

I’ll match them with mine own.

You can’t usurp the Queen of pain,

her heart is made of stone.

 

© Daemons 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

“I carry your heart with me. (I carry it in my heart.)” ~ e.e. cummings (Photo credit: EraPhernalia Vintage . . . (playin’ hook-y ;o))