Poetry

Backwards Garden

 

  1. Becks

 

I Know Everything Thing May Seem Backward

 

Or Simply Out of place

 

Let me take your hand

 

And sing that Bluesy Song

 

Sing for me

 

Come honey I take you ’round the garden

 

I know you may be scared

 

But trust me doll

 

Your the fairest

 

And I won’t let you fall

 

Just sing that song

 

Take my hand and forever we’ll go.

 

Take my hand

 

I know you may be scared

 

Everything is twisted

 

But don’t be scared as we sing that bluesy song

 

Take my hand and through the valley we’ll go

 

Sing for me my dear

 

I’ll fight your foes

 

You have nothing to fear

 

Stop those tears

 

And sing that song

 

‘Round the garden

 

Through the valley

 

Take my hand

 

Honey sing that song for me

 

Off we go round and round

 

Sing that song, that bluesy song

 

Let out your sound

 

I long for it so

 

Take my hand and we’ll go far

 

Sing your pretty voice

 

I know about your scars

 

Just take my hand and kisses little dear

 

Come with me now

 

Through the valley

 

Take my hand you’ll be safe

 

Just sing for me love

 

Sing for me that bluesy song

 

I’ll take you to the garden

 

I’ll hold your hand tight

 

You won’t get lost little one

 

No need to fight anymore

 

Sing for me that bluesy song

 

Your sweet, sweet sound

 

The one I’m so fond of

 

Little butterfly kisses and curled flowers

 

In the garden through the valley

 

I’ll take you there

 

Just take my hand

 

Just sing for me, it’s only fair

 

Sing for me that bluesy song

 

As we lay under the Willow tree

 

Sing for me dear

 

That bluesy song

 

Your soft voice

 

Sing to me

 

Look at me with your crystal eyes

 

I want to see

 

No surprises little one

 

Just sing that bluesy song

 

In my garden

 

Sing for me, help the flowers grow

 

The sprites will dance

 

Sing it slow

 

Sing for me child

 

Let your voice ring

 

Little dear

 

Sing for me your charming voice

 

Let yourself wander

 

Sing that bluesy song

 

Make the flowers grow

 

Make the wind dance

 

Stop your tears little dear

 

Sing the song

 

In my backwards garden

 

Sing for me oh sweet honey

 

Song for me dear

 

And take my hand off we go

 

..Ghost..

 

  1. Becks

 

Her skin is white,

 

Almost grey like clouds on summer day

 

Her mind is an antonym of storm clouds

 

Her eyes let so many tears run free

 

She thought she’d drown

 

Her lips pale and longing

 

Her skin tickles and shivers for touch

 

Her heart no better than an ice block in her Blue faded, chest

 

Her icy presence makes others chill

 

Her soul trapped in a grave under a dead mangled tree, on a abandoned hill

 

With crooked branches like his grin

 

With pair of chilling eyes

 

In grotesque way she was thankful

 

She couldn’t remember the wicked ways of man

 

She believed his lies and that’s how she died

 

It was all part of his plan

 

But she could never be free of the sadness that wraps around her like a shroud

 

Like chains,

 

She’s bound,

 

Just a ghost,

 

Just a forgotten girl,

 

Long ago buried

 

Henna

 

 

To break the surface of something great–

 

To delve in deep without mistake–

 

The desire to wander the garden within–

 

The need to feel things that make you spin.

 

Insatiable lust to be woven inside–

 

Unquenchable thirst to be one with the tide.

 

I circle the surface, my face to the floor–

 

Begging to be on your side of the door.

 

Our love is Henna–beautiful, grand;

 

Circular patterns down to the hand–

 

Can we transform it into a tattoo?

 

How can I transfer this longing to you?

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