Lady Eveline's Artistic Attic
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Dark and critical poems
Me
I exist but am I alive?
Is this not only an endless strive?
I open my eyes but do I see?
Hope, why did you abandon me?
Each beat of my heart is nothing but pain
All this sorrow drives me insane
No one sees me and how I really feel
My heart is broken and my soul will never heal
I do not want to face this
I do not want to see
That my weakness is my enemy
That my enemy is me.
En garde
You are trying to knock me down
Believe me, I have seen it all
I might stumble, lose my breath
But you will never see me fall
Go ahead, rock my boat
I am sailing close to the wind
You will never succeed
I am keeping my eyes skinned
I might be an unpolished diamond
but I am well cut for sure
I have a strong belief in myself
Nothing will change on that score
So try me, Mister
Provoke me, sweet Lady
You are people of that kind
untrustworthy and shady
Twisting unguarded souls
round your little finger
There is a time for everything
I proceed slowly and linger
You think you are clever
I have never seen such stupidity
Is there no limit
of a person's imbecility?
No one is born without
conscience and consideration
What shaped you into
this destructive formation?
I can nothing but pity you
I will watch you crawl
En garde, Master and Mistress
You will never see me fall.
Ode to Eve
Beautiful Lady of the garden
I will never put you to shame
Tempted or not
This is nothing but a game
My ancestor of Strength
You will not cause my death
You give my life a meaning
and ability to overlook this wrath
Who has the right to judge
when uncovered we all look the same?
Who shall throw the first stone?
Who is to blame?
Who is the innocent
and who is the sinner
in this deep game
where no one is a winner?
Two Ravens
Two dark and malicious ravens
are circling above in the air
They peck and scratch me bleeding
but will never see me cry in dispair
Two dark and malicious ravens
wasting like jealousy to a love affair
A vicious and venomous duette
Iniquitous panthoms with a fatal flair
Two dark and malicious ravens
are circling above seeking a new lair
They may peck and scratch me bleeding
but they will never build a nest in my hair.
The Messenger
Cold as the shimmering night ever was
are those streets I wander along
Empty are their dreadful souls,
the people I am walking among
Emptiness in their ice cold eyes
reflections from a frozen within
Players of the fatal Russian roulette
but life is a game no one can win
Unthawed are their dreams and wishes
Absorbed by the pond of perishability
Living their lives in namelessness
Living in a world of invisibility
Silent they scream for recognition
but unhearable echoes bounces back
I am the messenger of brightness
The saviour of a world in black
But I'm leaving the state of icicles behind
'Cause some things will always remain
Cold as the shimmering night ever was
I will never look back again.
Kingdom of fate
There is a Kingdom
beyond dreams and imagination
A gate to the unknown
built on a weak foundation
Once you have entered
the Gate to this land
Beware where you step
It is built on quicksand
This peculiar Kingdom
has a castle built in the air
It makes dreams come true
but has a lethal atmosphere
The Queen of this castle
has a heart made of ice
Once you have kissed her hand
You must pay a fatal price
She is surrounded by guards
Pawns willing to draw the knife
She has already killed the King
and thirst for taking your life
Her kingdom is a chessboard
and you are a part of the game
Her moves are very determined
She makes them without any shame
And once you have been checkmate
You will be slaughtered and torn apart
You have been conquered
by the Queen without a heart.
Portrait of a damned
They fall and cover my scarry soul
The raindrops of my deepest room
Blue nuances cover rosy shades
and drown them into darkish gloom
A palette in strikingly changes
an illustration of my soul
The weathered, flaking portrait
an image of the colours you stole
As the rain keeps pouring
I wander in cold, bleaking streams
Abandoned are my ambitious plans
along with my imaginary dreams
Nothing can be as fateful
as when hope desolates the soul
When the owner of the crying heart
gives up her positive goal
The pouring raindrops keep covering
the remaining fragments of a former me
I'm wading across the condemned's river
A source extending into a disastrous sea.
Avenue of desolation
I am walking this empty road
Everlasting and endless it seems
Lowered are my tearful eyes
as I am leaving behind my dreams
I wander the avenue of desolation
among these willows I stray alone
Solitary is my middle name
as I begin this journey on my own
Surrounded by so many colours
The buds of Spring long to be free
But inside my heart Autumn occurs
and the coldness which is killing me
The sunbeams of April dancing
creating their own, unique device
If they could only reach my heart
and thaw its impervious ice
But how can a soul become unfrozen
when hiding from affection and embrace
I have been so longing and searching
but now I vanish without a trace
At a slow pace I start this journey
I am a seeker of pure salvation
Heartbroken and hesitant I turn away
and walk the avenue of desolation.
Reflections of a greedy
There is a crack in the mirror
A soul lays bare
Betrayed by greediness
A spirit in despair
The mirror falls to pieces
Fragments cutting like lashes
A mere shadow of a former self
Nothing but grey, dusty ashes
But the frame looks solid
Hardwood painted in gold
With a glamorous face
who cares if one's soul is sold?
Lady of the 21st Century
Welcome to my world
I am the lady of the 21st century
I will be your guide today
in my house, The penitentiary
Let me show you my empty nursery
God forbid I would ever dare...
My children would probably be born
to die in a foreign war somewhere
This is my haven and sanctuary
My loo has become my throne
Here I can stay with my loneliness
and cry and vomit all alone
Every mirror is safe and covered
since I'm too old to be a honey
That's what they said in Playboy
so my man wants a new bunny
I don't care about war or famine
I am too worried to become fat
there is no time for care or empathy
when I have to keep my belly flat
I am the 21st century lady
and I live in a shallow time
Being unique and self-confident
is the same as committing a crime
To be good looking has more importance
than the true beauty of the heart
And as we are comparing and judging
our perfect world is falling apart
But those are boring words of wisdom
Next time I will show you my attic
I promise it will be something special
even more fanatic and psychosomatic
I am a lady of the 21st century
I am the model and pioneer
I'll form my sisters and disciples
to look like playmates of the year
Yes, if we all stick together
and aim to look just the same
We will live in perfect harmony
and life will no more be a game.
Land of the free
You have always had my admiration
beautiful symbol in the land of the free
But the branch can be your weakest link
if the nest is built in an uncertain tree
I wander beside you in thunder and rain
I mourn your terrible loss and sorrow
I sought and found the answer to
your questioning of a brighter tomorrow
But were the shared tears and this pain
a prelude to a worldwide austere fear?
Like a diluting and venomuous toxin
A dissolving of a uniting atmosphere
The whirling path of a one-tracked mind
will that be the substitute of our destiny?
Will the fifth cover up a terrible faux pas
as lives are wasted and turned into debris?
Read between the lines of the history
or you will never have the ability to see
If you are born in the land of vengeance
you will never live in a land of the free.