THE POWER.

Here we go round the circle once more,
Singing the song as we go.
Bittersweet berries stain the new skin,
Squished into ground under toes

Renew all the daisies,
With strokes of your pen.
Quills that shape, the mountains you make,
Black ink takes over the red.

Framed gilded artwork,
You move what you mount,
The power is a virtue you have.

Pictures that fly,
From walls as they cry,
And neighbors will see whats within you.

Tell them it's true,
It's from them and not you,
And all will be lost and forgotten.

Stories start small as a mole hill,
Growing while taking their shape,
Finger your finds, while pulling the blinds
And a gypsy is the bull at your gate.

Bring her to places unspoken,
Lost grip has her dancing in rain.
What do you do when it all ends,
The numbers she sees are on you.

Back to reality of life's work,
Back to your drudgery days.
Spell binder spins you a new yarn,
And lost is the magic we made.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

THE VIRGIN QUEEN.

Not unlike the virgin queen,
Love was lost and future looked barren.
Never again to love another and share the spoils,
Sky fell open and grass no longer green.

So many hearts broken,
No replacement sought.
Carry forth the blood soaked mess,
And tell of a tale of monstrous men.

Above it all convincing yourself of the lack of need,
To allow those that mean to hurt a key.
Paint yourself white and start again,
And find a path that guides you.

So many have passed this way,
And stomped on your damaged goods.
The ones that promised love and respect,
Are the same that came to hate.

No longer in need of your re-assurance,
No longer in need of your love.
I will never give my self so easily,
To the vampires that suck my blood.

Gone are the dreams of loves forgotten,
To a place they all call fate.
Never to return to the palace of wanting,
For this freedom I no longer wait.

I feared a death was fast upon me,
I trembled as I fell to my sleep.
And when I awoke I realised the passing,
Was a person that died with hope.

Mother land I hear you calling,
In a language I already know.
Take me back to my kingdom of knowing,
And forever my life I devote.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker.

A Memorial for Morty

Today is the day they bring my Morty's ashes back to me and I have something of him back again. He has been cremated and placed in a beautiful wooden box with brass edges and plaque. Exactly seven days since he passed away, today is his memorial. My Ba Ba, Monkey, and mummy's own little boy Pinocchio. Thank you for 7.1/2 wonderful years. You were "Sent from above through heavenly beams" and I will deeply miss u forever.xxx

This is a very sad day for me, exactly seven days ago on the 30/06/09 my beautiful Mortimer passed away in my arms and left this mortal shore. He had been very unwell since May with a suspected brain tumour and though he had excellent veterinary care, we were unable to save him. I have not been posting much of late and have been processing what has proven to be one of the worst years of my life. Life has a way of taking us all on a journey that teaches us that the best way to handle each situation that it brings is just to learn from the lessons, try and stay positive while holding on tight to the roller coaster ride that is life. My grief at losing my beautiful child like entity called Mortimer, the one who was sent to me through heavenly beams, has taken a great toll on me and I will be forever changed with his loss. No one could ever understand the amazing bond I had with this unique animal entity. He was an incredible animal and many times I would forget that he was a cat and if any comparison could be found it would be the story of Pinocchio. I am unable to have my own children and for a 7 and 1/2 years of moments in time I was given my own little boy who loved me and tried to become the boy I could never have. I have had issues with loneliness on this journey through my life and it is one of the lessons I feel I must face and deal with. The universe gave me the most purest of companionship's with Morty and now for whatever reason he has gone and I must come to terms with my loss. I remember many good times with Morty and recall with fondness how we found a way to create our own language. He would use different tones to convey his different emotions and I understood his language completely. I remember him looking across the room at me almost like he was in deep thought with a love in his eyes that I have never felt from another living soul. We would play with the many toys I gave him and his favourite ones were his ball that he had since he was a kitten that he would roll back and forth to me across the room, it was amazing to witness. I have video footage of him that a friend took that I will post on here at a later date of him tapping a yo yo ball on a string back and forth, what a funny little monkey he was. I bought him this monkey toy from the Ekka last year, with floppy arms and he would start a boxing match with it when I pretended to bring it to life for him to have a fight. So many memories..... another is the six times he flew with me whenever I travelled on the airline between here and Townsville, without a care at all he took it in his stride without sedatives. When I moved here from Townsville he sat in the car with Mum and I on a Thermos flask that had been placed between the two fronts seats with a towel on it just quietly sitting there watching me drive us to our future and our destiny. This unit is not my haven at present and the realisation that at least 50% of it's atmosphere was the warmth that Morty created with his beautiful presence is hard to ignore or deal with. He was not just a cat he was the equivalent of a son, the child I never had and everything about him was a gift sent to me to help and guide my way. What will I do without him? All I know is I will try and hold on to the beautiful memories and make peace with the others. I will attempt to mend my broken heart and continue on my path without him by my side while watching for shadows that tell me he is near until we meet again on the day my time has run out. Thank you Morty for the many years of joy you brought to my life and for being the most sincere of companions, you were a truly unique and incredible entity and I was fortunate to have you near. I love you Morty. xxx

Poetry for the masses

Poetry for the masses and those who don't care to see.

I can't believe it happened to we,

so many attributes in your eyes worth nothing,

my type not needed here, not even by me.

I am leaving this place, and won't be back here again,

You achieved what you wanted to prove,

That you did not love me and it is the truth i needed to see.

Haunted by its ghost but not allowing myself a measure of its truth.

What's the point of trying again,

They get the spoils of our head toils,

While i am left with nothing and dread.

Better off sleeping in a permanant bed.

Copyright (c) Robyn whittaker. 2009.

NOTHING LEFT TO SAY

Stars colliding at cupids bow,
Fire ignites archers truths bestowed.

Burdens cross in southern sky way.

Beating flesh mends torrent filled rivers,
Long lost forgotten.

One whom you loved now gone,
Memories of lessons not learned.

Winding roads both need to travel,
Dead wood collects as you go.

What is gained when all is spoken?
Nothing left to say.

Token books not worth the reading,
With eyes that finally see.

Alone again the sun rises,
Promise leads the way.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2009.

NECESSARY TORMENTS

In the wrong hands, what a terrible curse love can seem,
Strong grip squeezes love force from the heart of the strongest man,
It can break a woman in two.

In the quest to protect soft centres,
Opportunities lost, passing unopened door.

One who comes to teach us,
Knowledge needed.
Jealousy’s worst words spoken,
Infecting the mind with its thoughts.

Blind haze, feelings that destroy from inside,
Slowly losing the one I gave you,
Enslaved, whipped by necessary torments,
Student on punishing course.

A mirror sent,
Enlighten reflection insight.
Looking glass opens the window,
Redemption lets in light.

Heard you were missing in battle,
The news sending bullet to heart.
Soldiers who die for no reason,
Souls lost without guide for the path.

Perhaps I loved for wrong reasons,
Maybe it’s the journey not the end.
Thank you for gifts of good wisdom,
Pleasure I now gain from pain.
Grateful for memories spoken,
Embedded pearls, unlocked.
Liberate past into future,
Deliverance in speaking your name.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker, 2009.

LOVE'S LOST ACQUAINTANCE

MEMORY OF LOVE LEFT TO ROT.

YOU, THE ONE WHOM I TRUSTED,
BEATING MY SOUL FROM INSIDE.
TORN HEART FROM VEIN AND AORTA,
BLOOD SOAKED AND COVERED WITH FLIES.

GIVE US YOUR FAMINE-FILLED CHILDREN,
FATTEN THEM FULL WITH FALSE LOVE.
DELIVER LOST SOULS THAT ARE TAKEN,
GUIDANCE THAT NEVER WILL COME.
DEVASTATION, ALL THAT IS LEFT HERE,
BURY THE BONES AND THE HIDE.
TOMBSTONE EULOGY SPOKEN,
ENGRAVED WORDS WILL COVER YOUR LIES.

WHY MY LOVE MADE YOU ANGRY,
NEEDING TO DESTROY WHAT WAS GAINED.
BURY THE ONE THAT STILL HAUNTS YOU,
YOUR VICTORY IN FUTILITY'S GAME.
SHUT OUT THE ONE WHO HAS SPOKEN,
DANCE TO YOUR DEATH WITH DENIAL.
WHEREVER YOU GO YOU WILL HEAR ME,
AN ECHO OF WHAT WE ONCE HAD.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2009.

THE OUTCOMES

TORN FROM INSIDE, YOUR BLOOD SOAKED THEFT,
OF ALL THAT BEATS IN CHEST.

EMPTY CHASM LEAVES BODY BEREFT,
EYES SOAKED WET,
WIDOWS TO SOULS LEFT DYING.
IGNORING CARNAGE, SLAIN CORPSE DISCARDED,
KARMA’S THE ENEMY NOT FRIEND.

WHEN RHYTHM HAS ENDED,
DEATH FINDS RELEASE FROM YOUR GRIP,
NO HOPE FOR SURGEON TO MEND.

GONE ALL THE MORNING KISSED DAISIES,
WAIT A WHILE ALLOWS YOU THE SLIP.
SUMMER BURNS HOT WITH THE OUTCOMES.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2008.

BEAUTIFUL ANGEL

HER SOUL BURNS BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN,
THROUGH OLD EXTERIOR HER GLOW TRICKS EYES TO SEE YOUTHFUL ONE.
THE MAGIC OF THE GENTLE LIFE GIVER TOUCHES EVERY HEART,
AND THOUGH SHE SACRIFICED PART HER OWN,
JOY IS WHAT I SEE WHEN SHE'S WATCHING ME.

BEAUTIFUL IN HER DAY AND MAGNIFICENT IN HER AGE,
STILL STIRRING MEN'S HEARTS, TO THOUGHTS OF ROMANTIC FORAY.
NONE SO COMFORTING THAN THE VOICE OF REASONING TAMED,
BROUGHT FORTH FOR CONSOLATION,
TO HELP ME MAKE MY WAY.
SHE GUIDES ME IN MY DARKNESS AND HELPS ME SEE THE LIGHT,
A HELPING HAND FOR MY INNER LOST CHILD,
SHE ALWAYS MAKES IT RIGHT.

AND WHEN SEAS MAKE CALM AGAIN,
AND WATERS SAFE TO PLAY.
LAUGHTER FILLS CONVERSATIONS LONG CALL,
AND THE DISTANCE FALLS AWAY.

I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE DAY I'M GONE,
GONE FROM MORTAL SHORE.
AND SEARCH FOR YOUR GUIDE LIGHT,
IN THE OCEANS OF TIME.
AND TOGETHER WE WILL BE ONCE MORE.

FOREVER GRATEFUL TO MY GIVER OF LIFE,
YOU'VE CARRIED ME AND GUIDED MY WAY.
THROUGH PAIN AND SEPARATION AND MOMENTS OF GRIEF,
YOU ALWAYS KNOW JUST WHAT TO SAY.

MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER,
SO GLAD YOU ARE MINE.
I WILL LOVE YOU THROUGH DISTANCE,
AND FOREVER LOVE YOU THROUGH TIME.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2007.

HISTORY OF US.

TWO PAIRS TO THE SET, ONE IS EATEN .... ONE NOT YET.
RELATIONSHIPS BURN BRIGHTLY AT FIRST, SO BRIGHTLY THAT WHEN IT ENDED THEIRS IN ANOTHER DIMENSION BEGAN.
SOME WHERE IN TIME AND ONLY AN ECHO AWAY THEY DID FLEE THE BIG BREAK. TWO ECHOS OF SOULS STILL MADLY IN LOVE , DETERMINED TO CONSERVE AND PROTECT A LOVE THEY CAN NEVER AND DON'T WANT TO FORGET.
THEY SENSED THE IMPENDING PARTING OF WAYS AND DEVISED TO EXTRACT A FRACTION OF THEMSELVES AND TRAVEL TO A PARALLEL DIMENSION ESCAPE.
IN THIS NEW UNIVERSE THEY LIVE ON, THEY DO IN HAPPY EMBRACE.

THE OTHERS TRY MADLY TO RUN FROM AND UNDERSTAND WHY LOCKED IN PROXIMITY IS AN UNAVOIDABLE FATE.
FOREVER FEELING THE AFFECTS OF WHAT IS HAPPENING AND BEING EXPERIENCED BY THE RESONANCE OF THEMSELVES IN THAT ETHEREAL PLACE.
LOVE IS IN ITSELF A DRUG AND ONE FORM OPENED A DOORWAY TO OTHER WORLDS , A PLACE WHERE THE GREAT LOVES OF THE WORLD GO WHEN THE PASSION THREATENS TO DIE.
LOVERS IN OUR WORLD THINK IT JUST A COOLING OF THE FIRE AND THE ULTIMATE PARTING OF WAYS.

FOR SOME IT IS MERELY THE EFFECT OF LOVES ECHO PARTING FROM THEM WHEN MORTAL COIL THREATENS IT'S CALL, ABANDONING THIS WORLDS LOST REVERENCE OF LOVE ON LONG HAUL.
LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY YOU MIGHT HEAR THEM THROUGH WALLS, YOUR PAST LOVES ARE TALKING AND HAVING IT ALL... AND IF YOU LOOK INTO THEIR WINDOW YOU MAY DISCOVER THE DOOR.
IT WILL HAPPEN WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT, WHEN TIME BEGINS ITS FOLD... . AND WHEN IT DOES YOU WILL FEEL WHAT THEY FEEL AND FOR A TIME YOU WILL SENSE IT ONCE MORE. STRONGER AT FIRST, BUT THEN AS TIME IT BEGINS ITS SLIP, EACH DAY THEY MOVE IT FURTHER AWAY UNTIL YOU'VE LOST ALL OF IT'S GRIP.
ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD OF YOUR GAME, YOUR SIMILAR'S FAST THEY WILL RUN. RUNNING TILL JUST OUT OF YOUR REACH, AND YOUR LACK HAS NO EFFECT AT ALL.
FOR NOTHING YOU DO CAN HURT THEM NOW, IN THE LOVE FILLED SANCTUM OF KRAH.
SO MUCH CLOSER THAN YOU THINK IT IS, YET FURTHER THAN THE STARS.
SO REMEMBER BE CAREFUL WHEN TAKING THE FALL , BEWARE OF THE PURR PILL IT OPENS A DOOR.
IF LOVES WHAT YOUR FEELING BE SURE THAT IT'S TRUE, FOR IT'S YOU THAT'S LEFT YEARNING WHEN YOUR SPLIT IN TWO.

(c) Robyn Whittaker. 2007. (One mystical theory i guess)

SINGULARITY

NO ONE KNOWS THE DEPRAVITY OF SINGULARITY,
UNTIL LIFE CHALLENGES YOU WITH IT ON A REGULAR BASIS.
ONE SINGULAR SENSATION COUPLED WITH THE BEARER OF IT'S OWN REFLECTION.
NOT ALWAYS JUST THE EYES LOOKING BACK IN THE MIRROR,
BUT ALSO SOMETIMES THE ONES WHO SEEM A PERFECT FIT.
YOU LATER DISCOVER THAT THE GLOVE HAS AND EXTRA FINGER AND YOUR FAVOURITE PARASOL HAS LOST ALL IT'S GRIP.
BUT DON'T YOU WASTE YOUR WORRIES AND FEAR,
THOUGH THE CLOUDS THEY SEEM TO GATHER,
THERE WILL BE NO RAIN FALL ON YOUR PARADE,
LET'S KEEP YOURSELF TOGETHER.
STRAIGHTEN YOUR BACK AND KEEP UP YOUR CHIN AND WIPE YOUR DROWNING EYES.
THINK NOT OF WHAT YOU THINK YOU'VE LOST.
DON'T QUESTION THEM WITH WHYS..???
YOUR ONE TRUE LOVE IS YOU MY DEAR.
AND IT'S A LOVE THAT MONEY CAN'T BUY.

Copyright (C) Robyn Whittaker. 2007.