Foetus

Curled into a ball.
I feel safe.
Like I am back inside my mother's womb,
Safe from harm
Protected from doom.
Innocent and young,
Not older and mad,
I could not feel pain, fear, anything - sorrowful or glad.
Now years old I am good
A little worried
A little misunderstood.
Foetus
I am small and alone
I am young again
Free to breathe and be at peace
Through the sun and the rain
All pain can, shall, will
Cease. 

This is my Grandfather.

This is, my Grandfather.

A man, not unlike
The Colossus of Rhodes.
Standing astride entire gateways,
Bordering metropoli
Bearing megaliths
Becoming monuments
To the sacred history of
Everything.

This is my Grandfather.

A genius with
Unquestionable, exquisite taste.
A Da Vinci of our era,
Creating masterpieces
Counting memories
Carving mysteries
From the entirety of the rest of
Everything.

This is my Grandfather.

A man who lived
Like there was no tomorrow.
Surviving then to live now,
Weaving narratives
Writing nuances
Warring nemesises
Defending us all from the dangers of
Everything.

This is my Grandfather.

Who was and is
Many things and more.
He was Atlas, Odin, Odysseus,
Traversing continents
Talking compliments
Timing coordinates
He was perfect in almost
Everything.

dedicated to my grandfather, Died 12/01/2013

Dearest Harpy Celeno

How could I know
How far it would go
That you were the one
To steal my soul?

I saw you then
First where, first when
And you looked right back
At me at ten

I've never lied
But I have sighed
And told of your face
To some who've cried

And I won't go
I'll never say no
I'll always come back
To you, although

I've got a few
Others, its true
Some more lovers, but
It's always you

Who I'll return
Full of concern
For you, and in my heart,
I'll always yearn

Yearn to be stone
So I can go on
Forever and ever, by you,
For my heart is won

Dear Harpy, please
Take this moment, sieze,
My warm alive hand and
Smile, be at ease

Know you have won
This heart, this one,
This piece of human, me
As all else will be gone

All will fade again
To dust and rain
But you will forever
Remain the same

Cast in marble,
I can't but marvel
At your beauty, so absurd,
And so I'll grovel

And beg you to take
Me away, for my sake
And for yours, for I am yours
This is no mistake. 

Sea

I will go down to the sea, my love,
My love, I will down to the sea.
And I shall ascend a small boat, my love,
And drift my way out to sea.

And lonely I shall be, my love,
My love, oh how lonely I shall be.
As I drfit away in my small boat, my love,
Drifting out across the wide cold sea.

And there will be whales, my love,
My love, there will be whales.
As big, as vast, as wide as the earth, my love,
Swimming between my boat and the sea.

And onwards I shall sail, my love,
My love, onwards I shall sail.
Until it comes to mind to turn back, my love,
I will ride with the fish and the whale.

And the wind shall carry me on, my love,
My love, the wind shall carry me on,
'Til I come to an island of ash and rock, my love,
Where the natives worship the moon and sun.

And I shall meet a dragon there, my love,
My love I shall meet a dragon there.
And he shall burn the world, my love,
And leave no one to spare. 

Joyous Ode To The Wee Apolocalypse

The oncoming onslaught

Of an uncompromising prophecy

It’s clear the Mayans could not,

The creation of Christmas, forsee

We’ll all be dead in two weeks

Apparently, as it is said,             

After some inscription in South America

An age, ending, some “experts” read.

They went down with pencils

Stuck by the end into mouth,

They journeyed northwards, herewards, leftwards,

Therewards, forest-wards, river-wards, then south.

Transcribing rocks, carved bits of stone,

Linking both near and very, very far,

Alien conspiracies, invasions,

Return of the great god from some star.

Then they put on monocles

And looked awful posh, right? …

They wrote, others took these writings,

And turned them into shite.

So yes, we’re all going to die,

In a few days, it is true,

Or the world at least is going to change

A great lot, so … screw you.

Or screw your neighbour, the cat

You might as well get it done,

Everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing …

Do, because the time’s almost come.

How Writing A Poem Can Get You Through Anything

End of the road,
start of the rain,
with hope I'll never be here again.
End of my tether,
start of the noose,
At the edge of the cliff, rocks coming loose.
My bones are shaking,
My body is sore,
I don't know where to turn anymore.
My eyes are weary,
My temples ache,
This is the end, oh for fuck's sake ...
Pull yourself together,
You great big idiot,
Stop thinking your some type of Judas Iscariot.
Get on with your essay,
Get on with your life,
Don't think about her or cause your life strife.
Your stronger than this,
You know this is true,
You know that four is from two and two,
So don't make five
You great big lump,
Don't sit there weeping on your rump.
Get on and roar
Get on and dance,
Put on your rings, then write a romance.
Dance until your sore
You idiotic girl,
Get up and "gie us a twirl"
Remember better times
Remember the good,
Don't let this one time get you into a foul mood. 

Update!

Upcoming Projects:

I now have a new writing persona, on the site quotev.com, by the name of Parchment. Actually, if you search "Parchment" in general now and "writer" I usually pop up. Its a pseudonym I am using :)
Also, coming soon, the great novel writing global project NaNoWriMo oh yes! ( nanowrimo.com ) a world-wide project where people alone or in communities are encouraged to write a 50 thousand word novel within the single month of November. Well worth doing, amazing times - love it!
Also, I am not attempting to generate some money out of this crazy thing called writing. I am setting up an account on Wrytestuff, which has advertising, yes, but which I end up getting paid for. Its an opinion online paper bascially, where I will soon be putting up my philosophical and discursive essays on Human Robots (read to find what I mean) and the topic of death, the different systems and beliefs regarding death, and death itself.
Found a great new site: ideagenerator.com which has inspired me to write a play which is now being put  on. Contact me at ailsacorinne@gmail.com for more info regarding this.

Loves and sunshine!
Small Golden Wings