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The Mind of a Trapped Lunatic of Love


Dear Diary, this is my first and last entry, allow me to explain dear diary, it has been over ten years since I was first incarcerated in this state government establishment for those suffering from, what I call, a deformity of the mind, why write now you ask, today I was given a pair of glasses for the first time in ten years, nothing expensive mind you, just the basic design for those who belong to the destitute of a welfare society, now I can read and write, ironic as tomorrow I am deemed secure enough to be released back into society, why am I here and how did I become a guest of this mental establishment I will tell you. I have the need to now write the true story as I recall of myself, Pierre XXXX. A story to be recorded in the chronicles of times for future generations, and for those who believe that time travel is possible, and also for those who believe that Love can definitely cross all bounds and emotions of the Heart.

To those who have found this document and are reading these words, I will tell you a story that you will find unbelievable beyond comprehension, a story that you may well believe, is deserving of my incarceration in this institution for the mentally insane, the habitat for those whose minds wander from the norm, into a world of unexplained abnormality of the senses, a world where the demons of the night find haven, in the quiet slumbering of the weak minds of those who rest in the childish world of peaceful dreams.

My story begins in the mid 1800’s, the specifics of the year are irrelevant at this time, I was employed as a Valet for one Mister G E Burnes, Burnes was a noted aristocrat at that time, having made his fortune in designing reading glasses in the newly discovered mystery world of ophthalmology, his glasses became an instant hit with the bourgeois of society at that time, his glasses, particularly the scissors glasses were the usual preference for those who still favored the wearing of wigs at that time, but enough of his trade background. Barnes lived in a large mansion on the outskirts of London, where he resided happily with his wife and beautiful daughter; it was into that background that I was employed as a Valet to Mister Burnes. It was that very day of my employment that the torment of my eternal heart began, and was to pursue me for generations and lifetimes to come.

My Heart was smitten, the moment my eyes first cast their glance upon the unbelievable sight before me, let me digress dear reader, and paint as best I can, this beautiful Queen of Angels who stood before me, their daughter Caroline. Caroline was only eighteen, very animated with a charming countenance. Sparkling bold blue eyes, long raven black hair, a very delicate girl with the lines of her body clearly defined. If I had to paint the Goddess of man’s dreams, it would be that fair Caroline. The only fault I could perceive in the artistry of this Goddess was a slight limp of one leg, later I was to find that this was a defect from birth, in my eyes this slight defect faded into insignificance. I was twenty three at this time, of average looks, dark black hair and stood about six feet in stockings, not unattractive but would not stand out in a crowd. My attentions were soon reciprocated, a bond of the hearts soon developed, our love was discreet and lasted for two years, we spoke of undying and eternal love, we swore we would be forever as one. Alas the Gods worked against us, her father had promised her to another, a gentleman of the nobility, one who came with a vast dowry, I begged my Caroline to run away with me, to remember her vows of eternal love, all to no avail, her loyalty to her father’s ambitions overruled our love, he was to profit financially and prestige wise through this arranged marriage, my heart was rent asunder, the tears were constant.

A week after Caroline told me our love could never be, the time for her departure to London to join her new husband arrived, She was leaving on the eight Pm tram trolley, that final day has been etched on my heart ever since, I tried to maintain my decorum within the household of Burnes, I avoided Caroline at every corner. That night I waited in the twilight mist of the gaslights, the lights of the trolley came into view as I emerged from the shadows, into each other’s arms we ran, the tears flowed freely as I swore to Caroline that I would search the world over, her love was mine alone, on bended knee I begged, as such I remained, as the gas lights of the trolley disappeared into the mists of the nighttime drizzling rain.

The house of Burnes became intolerable, the excitement of my everyday tasks became burdensome, without the prospect of seeing Caroline the days dragged by with the silence of a cemetery at dusk, I saw Caroline in every corner of the house, and in every corner of my mind. I tendered my resignation to Burnes and left his employ, the next day I left for London with one purpose in mind, the pursuit of the only flame that ignited the love within my heart.

I took up residence at a small decrepit house off White chapel road, an abode rented by an equally old decrepit landlord, I paid from the small amount of severance pay granted to me by my old employer Burnes, the need for gainful employment was urgent, I soon found employment as a Jewellers apprentice with an elderly gentleman by the name of Thomas Gray, his retail outlet being located off Two Brewers Lane. For ten years Gray took me under his wing and taught me the fine art of jewellery making and design, during this time my mind never wavered from thoughts of finding Caroline, days were spent making jewellery, whilst my nights were occupied in the never ending search for Caroline, I frequented all the best restaurants, the best operas and every beaurocratic or regal balls and occasions, in searching for any clue as to her whereabouts, all to no avail, till one night chance smiled in my favour.

My mentor, Thomas Gray was to host a formal dinner for some of the highest dignitaries of London at that time, as a loyal and trusted employee I was requested to attend, punctually at seven I found myself seated next to a gentleman by the name of Dickens. During the course of the evening I discovered Mister Dickens was an upcoming and distinguished Writer, a writer whose works were being published in all the notable newspapers of the time, he was writing on the subjects of the conditions of the working class in England, and the inequality of the standards of living. As the evening progressed, Dickens took an interest in the story of my search for Caroline, he expressed an interest in supporting my endeavours to the extent he would make inquiries, he assured me that he had a young colleague by the name of Arthur Dodger, who knew the streets and the whereabouts of the residences of all the noted peoples of London, we parted with a new found friendship and a promise of details of his inquiries to follow in a few days time.

Dickens was punctual in his response of assistance, two days later I answered the door to a young sprightly youth who gave his name as Arty Dodger, taking the gold coin I gave to him, he passed a sealed envelope into my hand, with a wink and a thank you Governor, he disappeared into the night life of London’s streets and byways. The envelope contained the very information that I had been seeking for ten long years, it gave Caroline’s address and title, she was known as Lady Caroline Dyke, having married Sir Thomas Dyke, a Lord of Parliament after leaving her father’s home many years ago, it also stated that Lady Caroline was to attend the Governors Ball the following weekend. I was once again to see the very love of my heart.

With support from my employer Mister Gray, I was able to receive an invitation to the ball, I did not want to arrive early but made my presence known approximately half way through the evening, in the shadows of the columns of the ballroom I was able to survey the dance floor, to the strains of Strauss I saw my beloved waltz across the floor in the arms of a tall distinguished gentleman. My heart was crying and my eyes began to water, she was as lovely as I remember, her beauty was divine, her blue eyes shone with the sparkles of a thousand stars, I watched her waltz with elegant grace, the lameness in her leg could not be discerned in the regal movements of her waltz, having described my first meeting with my beloved after so many years, it would be improper for me to not mention one small flaw in her beauty, she had aged yes, the pallor of her skin had taken on a very white hue, a colour that rouge could not hide, apart from that my beloved still held my mesmerized heart in her hands. Thrice she circled the floor, and once I saw a glimmer of recognition in her eyes as she espied me as she waltzed by, I had to speak to her, I had to renew my vows of eternal love, I waited for a break when the music ceased for supper, it was then I was able to approach and speak to her alone, the most exquisite moment in my heart exploded with an eruption of all the pent up emotions of love that man can ever imagine to hold.

To be continued.

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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A Gentle Breeze And Your Soft Smile


IN MEMORY OF A BEAUTIFUL WORD PRESS FRIEND

GISLINDE

AUF WIEDERSEHEN

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Gentle Breezes Take Her With You

Where You Blow

To The Land Of Love

Where The Wildflowers Grow

Let Her Drift On Gentle Waves

Across The Oceans

Of Waters Running Deep

Take Her To The Lands

Where Love Is Eternal

Where She Holds Your Hand 

And Has Your Love To Keep

Soft And Gentle Oh Sweet Breeze

Take Her With You Where You Blow

To Float On Clouds Of Downy White

To Dream The Dreams Of Love

Drifting Beneath The Heavens Sky’s

A Soul So Free Of Cares And Woes

Oh Sweet Gentle Breeze

Take This Precious Gift With You

When You Blow

To The Lands Of Eternal Love

 
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Posted by on July 17, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

The Rising Of The Morning Star


The Morning Star Is Rising

To Expose That

Which Is Hidden

Behind A Poetic Veil

I Perceive The Faults

Within My Heart

I Perceive Imperfections

On My Soul

Yet In The Surrounds

Of My Mortal Being

I Perceive Love

That Is Open

To My Heart

I Seek Not Love

In Its Pristine Beauty

But Seek That Image

That Is Forever Upon My Mind

And Excites My Romantic Heart

I Fear Not Love

Nor Shrink From Love

For In A Heart

Such As Mine

I Know My Love

Will Come To Me

I Must Compose My Emotions

And Calm My Beating Heart

For The Present Is Mine

The Future Is Ours

The Past Is But

A Fading Star

To Self Destruct

Into A Black Hole

Destroying All

That Vexed The Heart

Of The One

Who Once Did Dare To Love

The Morning Star Has Risen

And Shines Her Light

Upon My Soul

Illuminating The Paths

Leading To The Worlds

Of Lovers Dreams

Worlds Where Lovers

Laughed And Strolled

With A Smile Upon

Your Angels Face

Your Lips Smiling

In Promises

Of Girlish Laughter

A Place Where Lovers

Stroll And Dream

Down An Avenue

Of Autumn Elms

Where Their Kiss

Is Blessed

By Autumns Leaves

Drifting On A Dying Breeze

Alas My Dream

Must Come To End

For Now

Within My Lovers Arms

I Spy

The Rising Of

The Morning Star

 
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Posted by on June 22, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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The Shadow Of My Love


Dia22

Look Beside You

And You Will See

I Am Standing Beside You

I Am Your Shadow

I Am Holding Your Hand

For Now Your Heart

Is Truly Mine

The Minute You Walked

Into My Life

You Walked Into My Heart

I Can’t Explain

And Doubt You Will Ever Know

The Truth Of Our Love

You Have Crossed The Seas

I Have Crossed The Barriers

Of Times And Cultures

Now Just A Fleeting Moment

We Hold Each Other

In Hearts Of Love

You Made Me Cry

The Spirits Have Spoken

Rend The Lands Asunder

Roar In Savage Fury

The Spirits Of Our Lands

Are Within My Heart

A Dream ?

No Mi Amor

A Reality Of Life

That Plays

On Lovers Minds

Yet As You Know

For A Fleeting Moment

The Gods Of Love

Allowed Us

A Passing Glimpse

Into Our Past

Into Our Present

And Now Our Future

The Spirits Of The Lands

Have Spoken

Tear The Lands Asunder

But Believe In Me

Believe In Our Love

No Eternal God

No Earthly Spirit

Can Tear Our Love Asunder

 

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Posted by on June 9, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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The Blood Within My Soul


My Love Crosses

All Times And Ages

I Fell Into Your Heart

And Bathed

In The Sparkling Waters

Of Your Emerald Eyes

I Feel The Rhythm

Of Your Heart Beat

I Feel Every Tingle

Of Passions

Within Your Tender Body

I Taste Your Love

Upon My Lips

A Kiss Taken From Lips

So Warm And Moist

Swollen With The Desire

Of Our Heated Love

You Watch My Every

Heartbeat

You Are My Wild Rose

Of Forbidden Passion

I Take Your Heart

To Our Garden Of Love

And From The Bed

Of Passion

I Pick The Wildest Red Rose

That Grows There

The Very Blood

From My Heart

Gently

I Place The Red Rose

Into Your Soft Hands

And Watch Through Tears

Of Love

As My Rose Of Love

Drips Blood

Of The Deepest Purple

Unto Your Pale

Soft Hands

The Blood Of My Heart

From Red To Purple

Has Turned

And Now Weeps Openly

Upon Your Heart

That My Love

Is The Blood

Of My Very Existence

That Is The Blood

Of My Soul

You Have

The Purple Blood

Of My Soul

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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Once in a Celtic Dream


From The Depths Of Memories

Of My Mind

Beyond The Reaches

Of This Heart Of Love

My Soul Awakens

To A Different Life

In Distant Times

On Celtic Shores

I Hear the Plaintiff Cry

Of A Celtic Heart

Upon This Heart

Of An Ancient Moor

My Mind Wanders Back In Time

When First I Heard

The Melody Of Love

Floating On The Winds

Upon The Highest Hills And Crags

Of Rugged Irish Shores

Before The Suns Of Many Earths

Filled The Skies

Of All The Heavens

Before The Birth

Of My Very Soul

You Were Born

Unto My Heart To Linger There

And Nourish My Very Soul

With Eternal Love

Before My Ancient Eyes

I Behold The Beauty

Of My Youth

A Soft Gentle Face Haloed

By Golden Irish Curls

A Face Radiant

In The Love And Laughter

Of A Young Heart

I Held You In My Arms

And Felt The Pulsating Flow

Of Love Within Your Soul

We Kissed And Loved

Upon Those Irish Crags

And Shores

We Danced

Beneath The Moon

To The Music Of The Waves

Serenading The Rhythm

Of The Union Of Our Hearts

I Watched Your Passions

Rise And fall

And In The Final Throes

Of Ancient Love

Of Long Ago

To The Sound Of Crashing Waves

I Tasted The Celtic Water

Of True Irish Love

Alas Was But A Memory

A Memory Of Another Life

So Long Ago

When Once Upon A Foreign Shore

A Celtic Heart Dared

To Love

This Warrior Moor

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Posted by on May 13, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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One Moment in Time


Dia106

Every Time You Look

With Eyes Of Love

You Will Find Me

In Your Thoughts

And In Your Dreams

For I Am

The Teardrop

Of Love

Within Your Eyes

I Seek Not Love

In The Internal Bounds

Of Earthly Horizons

But Seek Beyond

The Spiritual Realms

Of Eternal Love

My Love Lies Dormant

Within My Heart

Awaiting The Dawning

Of A New Beginning

I Am The Teardrop

In Your Eye

Who Loves You

Forever

And My Heart

Surely Will

I Do Not Dwell

In A Palace

Of Golden Splendour

But Dwell Within

My Heart Of Love

Let Not My Dreams

Of Love

Turn To Nightmares

Of Despair

Speak The Words

Of Love

And Let My Heart Hear

That You Truly Care

Take My Hand My Darling

And Hold My Heart

With Tender Care

Come Dwell

Within My Palace

Of Love And Romance

There Within To Dance

The Eternal Dance

Of Love

Beneath The Never Waning Moons

Of Lover Night Time Skies

Every Time You Look For Me

You Will Find Me

For I Am The Teardrop

Of Love

That Rests

In The Corner

Of Your Eye

My Love Is Yours

Alone

For I Can Only Love

The One

Within My Soul

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Posted by on May 7, 2017 in Uncategorized

 

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