Water falls around my feet,

In, out, in, out,

Her depths curling tempting fingers around my toes,

In, out, Like the breath of a monster.



Her dangerous hum, a growl in the deep,

Her tail whips. lashing in frustration, in malice,

Her mood fills the air with clouds,

Her hiss ominous, crouching ready to pounce.



She is my temptress, angry,

Her hate catching my boat with her nails,

She pushes me, pulls at me,

Snaps at me.



She is my mistress...

Magpie-The riddle of the sand

Said the Devil to the Lord,
"You know sometimes I do get bored"
Said the Lord to the Man,
"Do not fear, He knows what things I can."
The Devil laughed in reply,
"You still don't trust me, you think I'd lie?"
The Lord shook his head,
"I know what secrets you have said,
What deseptions you have set."
Said the Devil, "Let's make a bet,"
"I'll return each soul each man,
If beat me at chess you can."
Said the Lord, "I'll see your bet,
But it's my terms that we'll set."
"Fine by me," Devil grinned,
"You return those who've sinned,
If you win, you get this man."
"Those are terms I think I can,
Agree upon," Devil shook,
The game started, scores Man took.
The Lord started awful quick,
He had his pawns move quite slick,
But lies can always play thier part,
Cheating is the Devil's art,
As the Lord turned away,
Devil turned the play,
The Lord lost the game,
And like wise Man the same.
The Devil and the Lord still play,
Devil cheats, gains more each day.

And sand riddle trickles away.

Theme Thursday- Pandoras Box

What hides away under your lock,
What treasure does your velvet hide,
Behind the door, shut tight with mystery,
Under the desires of men's knowledge.

"All that glisters is not gold"
Shakespear told us long ago,
His words remain for us to keep,
But we learn not, still as beseached by the need,
To know, Oh to know, your secrets are longed for.

And as wise a man can tell you,
But for his heart can be snared by the curse,
To unwillingly breath for, live for, die for,
A secret that's not his to have.

What story does thou hold,
What weapon doest thou keep,
Hearts of men so quickly captured,
By the corner of your golden sanctuary.

Men are so easily turned from the truth,
In order to have the know,
Adam did turn from God for the lie,
Fed to him by a snake.

Men are so easily tamed,
Thier hearts so easily won,
But fear not, good holder of all that can,
For I myself am a woman.

Theme Thursday- The Reason

Dont ask me why,

Why I can't sleep without you by my side,

Why I can't eat breakfast when you're not around,

Why when I hear your voice, there is no other sound.

Why can't I breath when you say my name,

Why I let you win every single game,

Just for a second to see that glint in your eye,

This is the truth, ain't no lie.

Why when I see you come, I can't move an inch,

Why when you talk to me, my throat seems to pinch,

Why do I hate you because you're asleep,

Why do I call you names and I weep,

Why do I try so hard to walk away,

But I always come back the very next day,

Why do I run when there's no where to hide,

Why can't I be anywhere but by your side,

Why do I call you on the phone,

When I can't stand being all on my own,

Why can't I run from you, like the world from each season,

The only answer is, Because you are the Reason

Magpie-Standing at the Window

There was once a princess by name,
Tania was the girl to claim,
Seek her hand, many men did,
All for her beauty and father's bid.

Her hair shone like the evening star,
Her songs heard from lands afar,
Her rosy lips to please the eye,
Her eyes would make a grown man cry.

But Tania's father was wise a man,
As wise as any man can,
He knew his daughter was so sought,
He knew the problems this beauty brought.

So one day he told his wife,
His daughter must not feel the strife,
He thought he might take her away,
To live alone from day to day.

Tania was taken to a garden,
Away from eyes of jew or christian,
Gave her toys to play with each day,
Brought her gifts for her to play.

But Tania was unsatisfied,
Often she looked to the hillside,
Where far off the village sat nestled,
Where butter churned and young boys wrestled.

Tania longed for a friend,
Someone to who she could depend,
She wished for a man to keep,
The feeling love from stories deep.

So one day, she slipped away,
Over the wall to where the village lay,
And as she walked the cobbled streets,
It was a man that she meets.

His name was Jack, a strapping lad,
Apprentice to his carpenter dad,
She bumped into him by the mill,
And with love did her heart fill.

Jack asked Tania to take him now,
They ran off with one horse and a cow,
Away from eyes and spies,
Under the blue of the skies.

But woe is Tania, word met thier ears,
That a brutal war nears,
And all the words she could say,
Would not keep Jack away.

Jack left her belly round with child,
To go fight in the war wild,
Tania stood at the pane,
As down came the rain.

Jack died, shot to the heart,
Covered in the war wounds art,
And Tania still stand waiting his return,
A day, a month she can't discern.

Tania stands and waits for him,
Her face now pale, her eyes now grim,
Her hairs turned white like the snow,
Her child left her long ago.

Tania stands and waits for Jack,
She still whispers "He'll be back..."

COT- You don't know about me...

You dont know about me, because you've never looked. Or maybe you have looked, but what you see is just too gruesome for your taste. In your world, it's easiest just to pass us by, walk resolutly ahead without even a backward glance. Its easier just to train your eyes to a spot just above my head, rather then look me in the eye. I'm invisible to you.
But we are here. We sit at every corner, sleep on most doorsteps, hang our heads upon every stair case in the city. You may have even seen my cup, filled with only two coins and a button. Not that its meansing seems to have registered with anyone, the expectations lost to straight walking zombies who rush by even little me for fear that poverty is infectious. That maybe my disease can be caught, the disease of cold, hungry, alone, dirty, sad. The idea of stopping to take a notice of me is like throwing yourself at TB patients. Its a risk no one would be willing to take.
Its not so easy finding a place to sleep, a shut eye by the garbage cans or a minute of peace in a doorway, only to be roused again and forced to move on. "Move on now," they say, like we have somewhere better to go, "Can't be hangin round here."
But there is nowhere else to go. And as I count my ribs with my fingers, so dieing for something to do, a motive to live, a reason to survive, you walk by. Maybe you dont see it when you look in the mirror, but you are full of life. There's something in your step that all my street friends lack. As i walk like a shadow through the alleys, you stand tall and strong, stride confidently down the street, unaware of the sickness and hunger around you, because you are perfect.
Now I sit next to the steamy window of a McDonalds store, those sweet aromas wafting through the door as it swings open and shut, I can't help but wonder what its like to feel full. To not know the ache in my sides and the dryness in my throat.
A young girl walks by, her hair tied in a blue ribbon, blonde locks falling down her back. Her eyes are deep brown under the layers and layers of protection her mother has wrapped her in, coats upon hats upon mittins. She stomps through the piles of snow, squealing with delight as white flakes catch in her hair.
She reaches the place where I sit. The girl stops, cocking her head to one side, like a little puppy. I've never felt so much like a person in my life. The girl can see me! She sees my hands and my feet, my hair and my face. She's looking right at me! And the girl smiles. She reaches forward and gives my knee a pat, as if to say, "Hang on in there," though she speaks no words. Turning away, she skips back to her mother's side, fitting her small mitted fingers between her mothers warm fingers. She turns back to me only once, and waves a small hand.

Magpie Tales- Vanity

Once upon a time ago,
A girl as fair as white is snow,
An evil witch too vane to see,
The life behind what beauty be.

Mother's curse on her child,
The girl was forced to run to the wild,
Saved by her friends untamed,
A hunter, his dark heart is shamed.

She finds new friends, seven men,
Happiness restored again,
Seven men fall in for her charm,
A beauty who can't do no harm.

But woe is her, vanity unsatisfied,
The grudge again is rectified,
An apple poisoned with her hate,
Turns up old lady at the gate.

One bite has fair one to the floor,
As evil mother runs for the door,
Cackles fall on no ears,
As the beauty's end nears.

But to every story has a turn,
And a kiss that her heart may yearn,
Prince Charming and his snow white steed,
Follow in true lovers lead.

One prince and a maiden ride the sun,
As the fairy tale is spun,
Forever after, thats the end,
A story now to tell a friend.