By Ayla
FATA, VIAM, INVENIENT
Desire Her flesh,
To see the contorted Earth,
And hear Her scream.
A Mother's pain
Duly completed.
Falsus in uno, falsus in omnibus.
And so it is with the new minds;
The myopic existence,
Walking around blind.
See how they amuse themselves,
In turn amusing me,
A maze of morosity,
Inability to see.
They are proud of their deficiency,
Admire their work,
Killing their home
With their terror of the truth.
© Ayla 1998
LITTLE PEOPLE
What are we,
That the cosmos should care for our blackened souls once consigned to oblivion?
Naught but strange shapes, whose smell has invaded the colourful sphere
That we have poisoned.
The universe itself has a masochistic character to have spawned
The very entities that will destroy it
In the battle of might versus ignorance.
© Ayla 1998
WHAT GOOD IS A POET IN A CRISIS?
What happens when there is nothing left to write?
When the pictures of bruised and crying faces haunt me.
When there is nowhere left to go and I don't have time to think.
Only survive.
When the sun shines for ten days,
Burning all that its radiation touches.
When the darkness reigns for ten days,
With no moon to guide us.
When the bullets speed to unwilling victims
And daggers find their way to people's hearts.
When the water no longer flows, and
There is no food to give.
When people are stranded, paralysed;
Unable to leave, die if they stay.
When Earth looses her pity, forgets mercy,
Shoos away the parasitical souls
she can no longer bear to see devour her flesh.
When the Mother kills her children to help them.
When the Beldam domes for humanity.
Struggle is our gain; suffering, our means of advancement.
But, what then?
© Ayla 1998
PLEA
Great Mother, I call to you
Please Lady, hear me true
I'm in great need of wisdom,
your strength to help me through.
Priestess cries to Thee!
Feeling emotions I don't care for
Deep and dark and powerful,
bitter to the core,
My balance is overthrown,
the dark eclipsing light,
Resentment, pain and solitude
are the foes with whom I fight.
I can See the road to come,
and reasons to endure,
I ask your aid to walk with grace,
kindness, peace; and more...
In perfect love and perfect trust,
I aim to tread my path,
so Goddess show me inner calm,
and God help me to laugh.
© Ayla 2000
The gene pool could use a little chlorine