These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

the evil "P"


SOURCE

I glance at the clock
as it counts away
minutes of my life i'll never get back
spent watching the clock
as it counts away

2:08 PM 6/3/2014


August Bernadette

A letter to Charming, on his fairy tale marriage


Dear Charming, 

So you married her. You did. It was what you wanted all along - to find someone to settle down with; to find a princess to whom you will lavish all the romantic notions of your heart. Romance was your one defining passion; your one true strength and also your very visible weakness. You will never pass a chance to make your own fairy tale come true. And I know that every one of us wants a chance at finding true love so badly that I cannot blame you for wanting that so much to happen. 

So this is futile. But it being futile is what it makes it all the more necessary for me to write about it. Yours is the page where I have lingered long enough, hoping to find an alternate ending from the saccharine yet trite fairy tale story that you wanted. I had hoped for a more defining quest for depth and truth which would have given you a greater chance at a rare and precious happiness that is so much more fulfilling and lasting. 

But it is done. There have been no white witches to give you potions of enlightenment, and I heard Queen Elsa was having too much fun this winter to find the time to melt a heart deeply frozen in romantic ideas. 

Maybe I am right and you'll only realize things in the twilight of your life. Or maybe, and hopefully, I am wrong and just needs to let you go and be happy in your own version of a romantic fairy tale. 

Ever elusively,
The Dragon


The prince and the dragon
SOURCE




August Bernadette 

Terrorist



sometimes i look
at peace like a wasp
buzzing around me
elusive, yet not so
just afraid
to land on me cause I chase
it so i can kill
it between my errant fingers

11:51 AM 7/21/2014













August Bernadette

Watercolours



Here beneath a water snout
Am hosing down my memories
Setting my mind's canvass awash
'til there's but a shadow of hazy greys and blues;
A surface primed for painting over;
for a better picture,
for much vivid hues.


April 19, 11:49 pm

watercolor washes by Vandy Massey at www.vandymassey.com
watercolor washes from UK artist Vandy Massey






















August Bernadette

Alarm Clock



Awaken, oh slumbering courage!
What use of you if thou art asleep?
Playing possum is such a tragedy;
A waste of brain, of life, of limb.
SOURCE
Awaken now!
With haste, go do!
Meet life halfway and be thorough.
Dawn breaks with a million
possibilities
only you can make happen
so go!
Do!


April 21, 1:37 am

August Bernadette

"Jay Sean"



with surrender came
the fading of a memory
thick smog obscuring
a skyline that points out
to you and all that was.


with acceptance came
an awakening to possibility
a blue sky and a silver-gleamed horizon
that stretches on
to a future of a million poetic sky-scapes
beyond what the eye could now see.

-dec 22, 2013, 1:07 am

"No, I'm not gonna follow / Anything that they say any more /
And it's never too late to start over / So lets start it with here right now" - 2012 (It ain't the end), Jay Sean


August Bernadette

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