Only For Tonight

It is only for tonight my dear wipe away your tears. 

Your pain is done, your battles won-don’t repeat your fears.

Darling girl you’ve cried so much throughout the night you’ve shed 

and in the day your pain does stay and your guts how have they bled.

Those vile thoughts of grand temptation of tasty treats and sweet delights,

but alas! Those few nibbles and shallow bites will make you wish you dead. 

Too many nights you’ve spent in terror thinking about the demons, while waiting for the hell that comes and feeling so forsaken. 

 

Tonight I know you’ve fallen but its only for tonight my dear,

wipe away your tears for a lesson is taught with each mistake and

a LESSON is LEARNED TONIGHT my dear!

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Lord. Why doth thou let them in,

children whom have never sinned?

What cause does thine have for their souls

when they are less than ten years old?

Why were they brought to a Mother’s keep,

when she was only meant to weep?

And I ask why wasn’t I the life you took,

When human blood you sought to shed.

Why not empty my worthless bed and rest 

my weary age stricken head? 

Why destroy a Mother’s hope,

and cause her grief night and day when her

babe wastes away? 

Why take a life whose not yet lived,

please dear divine I offer mine in their place.

The End

And so this is the end?

I knew I’d never win,

the choice to sink or swim…

the waters deep.

I held my breath and ne’er

a soul did speak.

And so this is the end?

I knew that there and then,

a life in vain I’ve wasted,

and anguish I have tasted…

now death is but a whim.

And so this is the end?

Hope here it seems dim,

mine whimsy’s caving in and

I’ve fallen to despair.

AYE, ALAS! You’ve met me there,

the fate foretold to me

blinded to all others, they

just couldn’t see.

Oh Baby Bairn

Written from the voice of a past life 

 

Oh baby bairn…you live with her

but God you are alive!

For so long I have waited to hear that joyful cry…

When I heard you whimper, that playful tune I knew and 

something was familiar when I turned to look at you.

How my heart sang in gladness, that to this world you’ve come,

but alas! The grief I feel that this time I’m not your Mom.

My eyes they filled with tears as she strutted side to side, 

rocking you so gently, her arms those not of mine.

Oh baby bairn my sweet divine, how much I’ve missed your 

smile. The jolliness of your soul so precious in a child. 

But baby bairn I’ll sleep again once now I’m sure you live…

vow to me that this time round’ you’ll survive to manliness. 

To Mother

Your love is mine and it is finely tuned, like a delicate instrument I am yours to groom.

Your breath and your soul is what my heart adores and without you I’d vanish like a fading flower. You’re mine and you’re thine and your whom I do sing, every lyric I write to your joy I hope to bring.

The heavens created me, the form God did give to delight and to brighten your day to day whims. I am ne’er to to live a life of my own, don’t you see I’m your doll your one and true own! The pale porcelain portrait,the girl with no age, forever she’s waiting to play all your games and when you’ve grown tired of the doll that was given, she’ll shrink and shrivel and go back to heaven.

 

The Girl In The Photograph

Look at the girl in the photograph;

Look at the expression on her face.

Those dim eyes you see aren’t glowing,

They’ve lost life’s sweet embrace.

Who is this girl in the photograph?

Held by her parents dear, imagine

The sorrow they’ve suffered,

they witnessed what they’ve feared.

What did her Mother call her when She was but a babe?

My darling angel, sweetest one, A gift my God has made?

I wish to know this child I see Who lost life’s fight.

I want to comprehend what was she once was like?

A passive calming person,

A nature so divine or was her soul so fiery that it resembled mine?

Did she wish to marry and Wed a man adored

or was her Mind too busy for matters of the heart?

It tis’ too late to know her, for her life This world stole but alas!

This girl In the photography-her name I wish To know!

Not Mine

With every breath and hope I’ve tried,

ALAS! I find you’re never mine.

What have I done, have I not prayed,

enough for you-my soul to save?

What evil deed or visious sin have I done,

to be forbidden in?

Was I born the devil’s child, the rebel heart,

whose soul is vile?

If not that than why stray,

when I kneel and want to stay?

With you I see I am forgotten, the mortal soul

thous not forgiven.

And my fate in which I’m driven is to

death which you have given;

For you’ve not replied.

With every breath and hope I’ve tried,

ALAS! I find you’re never mine.