The blog of my stories and poetry, including "The Cleansing of Darnuth Keep" my fantasy novel, as well as humorous poetry and other poetry, science fiction and fantasy stories, as well as general writing and blogging information.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Posted by admin on May 31, 2010
I see perfection everyday
Dancing across your lips,
Swaying as you walk in your hips,
In your breath as you lay.
I hear perfection when you speak
And in the notes you sing.
Gentle names you call and linger
When you talk soft and weak.
I feel perfection in your touch,
Your hands or feet or hair,
Your breathing when you are near
Surrounds me like flowers.
Posted by admin on May 29, 2010
I see you.
Do you see me.
What do you see?
I hear you
But you don’t speak.
What do you say?
I touch you.
You shrink away.
What do you feel?
I reach out.
You reach out.
We don’t connect.
You cry.
You are sad
And lonely.
I cry.
I want to
reach you.
You cry.
I cry.
I love you.
I cry
You cry.
You love me.
Somehow
Someway
I want to be your Daddy.
Posted by admin on May 27, 2010
Rising and falling, the mazy motions
meander and oscillate between waves of
expectation and some crazy notion.
Called to a dirty impossible task.
I ponder my predicament; to follow
or fulfill, what can fail, or what can last.
Now, with my mind made up, variation
as my constant, I begin my descent,
to absolute annihilation.
But rescuing me on a twisted thought,
comes a pang of desperation to know
if I am doing what is right, or not.
Now I stand against the violation
of my ability and innate right
to refuse choice of my own volition.
Posted by admin on May 21, 2010
Doves in the rain.
Blue and glistening,
They wait.
Rising and falling,
Lords of their doom,
Calling.
Silent flash of dark,
Deep and glittering,
Stars fight.
Rising and falling,
Lords of all doom,
Calling.
Cries of vain hope,
White and raining,
Death bolts.
Pierced dove’s hart,
Faint and bleeding,
Buys debt.
Rising and falling,
Lord of the fallen,
Falling.
Great Lord of peace,
Pure and rising,
He sings.
Rising and fallng,
Lord without doom,
Calling.
Posted by admin on May 17, 2010
Life as I see it has two possibilities,
Death and Love.
Either you live dead,
Or love for Eternity.
Others disagree,
But for me,
Its Love or Death.
Some say dreams,
Some money,
Some family,
Some nothing.
What is a dream that does not love?
What buys money that doesn’t die?
What is a family if not the epitome of love?
What is death if not the emptiness of nothing?
Eternity is a long time to die.
Life is a long time to love.
For some its here and gone.
For others it just drags along.
For some it goes and stops.
For others it stops and stops.
But however this life moves about,
Whirling and swirling, or straight or short,
You may love all along or die,
As soon as you choose to quit or try.
Posted by admin on May 14, 2010
Why do I feel this black sadness
knocking at my soul?
Is there an answer to this madness
making my mind hole?
I’m lost and lonely,
with kind people all around me.
My voice is weak, so they don’t hear
my quiet cries of unseen fear.
Hope
drops
hard
to clatter noisily against the tile floor,
while they read white words of life evermore.
In my pool of despair frowns
ripple softly out and down
to touch those kind people
who refuse to touch me.
They turn.
I wait.
They turn away.
Shouting,
Banging,
Screaming,
Death knells.
My mind cries out against my loneliness.
Why do I feel this dark sadness,
Wracking my poor soul with madness,
When these kind people hold the key?
Posted by admin on May 12, 2010
The lazy, mazy motion
Oscillating their endless undulations,
Beneath the dark and waning moon
Produce some silly notions,
Made only by the dying aberrations,
That see and saw, crow and croon.
Rising slow as from the ocean,
Now rolling down the self-built, ego emanation,
Shifts backwards from hue to hue.
Silly, silly, silly emotions,
At six it soars, seven falls, eight elation,
Flying high we’re crashed by noon.
We find no magic potion,
To save poor waiting souls of dying patience
Lost forever in their swoon.
Posted by admin on May 10, 2010
A kiss. The wish to be near.
Heard from afar it calls you.
A glow, a warmth, the fire clear
Sweeps like steaming mountain dew.
A flower glowing, this kiss so small.
Buds impatiently, uncontrolled,
Now bursts forth a tree so tall.
Whose fruit brings bitterness untold.
Coals. The wish to hide far away.
Heard in your heart, the voice so soft.
The flame that ravished yesterday
Now ashes upon your soul are tossed.
The seeds alone taught you the pain
The flower could bring so swift
The greenery that could have been,
Precious fruit so sweet, ony if…
Posted by admin on May 7, 2010
Beorn, born of man, born of bear;
Long in the wild has dwelt,
Forever the goblins has fought,
Greatest of men, greatest of bears.
Beorn, in the wild thou hast warred;
Long with the ocs the battle waged
Against the wargs, against the goblins;
For the wilderness though has warred.
No elf nor dwarf nor hobbit knows
The secrets thou keeps from men.
Thy paths are guarded, thy ways
To elf and dwarf and hobbit unknown.
Farms, fields, and flowers bloom
Wherever thy hand finds toil or rest.
Tirelessly thy sweat has poured
To make the fair flowers bloom.
Beorn beneath the misty mountains,
Beorn beside the green of Mirkwood,
Beorn apart from men and elves,
Beorn across the mighty mountains.
Posted by admin on
Pebbles get stuck
in the thick layers
of our brains, and chant
the songs that hunters
hum. They stroll
listlessly through the muck
we find in the cant
of hurried bird calls.
Separate image
from image
from form or sense;
the new mirage
flows out like marbles
from the broken bells
of children singing
with the birds.
Each bird
and child
hunter
or brave
soul-less
picture
becomes
another
rolling
pebble.
