Posted by admin on May 30, 2011
Boromir, Boromir, son and brother dear,
Prince of stewards, son of the white tower,
Has deep Anduin born thee far or near?
Past Osgiliath? Through Ithilien? To the sea?
Will grey eyed elves look upon your face
As they seek the misty isles of legend,
Or chase your memory across the waves?
Minas Tirith misses his steward son.
Boromir, hero of a thousand bloody frays,
From Imildris thy paths have led; Through
Darkness and into the Golden Wood led the way.
Man, born in dark times, weaned in fervor,
By blade thou lived, by blade died in honor.
Posted by admin on May 26, 2011
The noise.
Bounces inside me.
Tinkles, crashes, wrinkles
My thoughts like newspapers.
Stop!
Stop!
The whooping,
Hollering,
Whispering,
Tapping.
The rapping inside my skull.
Bone to bone,
Drum to drum,
Without respite,
Until the beat of pain
Replaces music.
Pause.
In silence.
Posted by admin on May 23, 2011
Faramir, fairest brother, fairest son-
Lost to shadow, reclaimed by one
Whose icy tears dragged her breath
From Rohan’s halls near unto death.
In Angmar, long ago, their fate
Was etched upon destiny’s slate.
A hobbit broke the twisted wyrd
Below the white city on the greensward:
The witch king has cursed the pair-
Tho’ steadily they conquer despair.
Now in fair Ithilien’s quiet cover
Forever they dwell as hopeful lovers.
Posted by admin on May 19, 2011
There is too much inside of me,
intensely burning hot behind iron gates.
Me, the me that wishes to be heard screams
out, or would. I, the I to connect the dots
between me and who I found.
Can you surf the emotional wave?
Or will you drown in the depth
Of what I can’t yet say?
A fire that burns too hot.
The smoke gets in your face
and makes you cry and cough;
sputter on; ashamed,
nervous, wanting, confused
at an imaginary problem that isn’t you.
The answer is hold me.
Let me believe.
Let me know that you
want my intensity.
Posted by admin on May 16, 2011
Mithrandir walked the ages;
Mithrandir walked with kings.
Mithrandir, exalted among sages,
Searches ever for the one ring.
Of hobbits and trolls, bold dwarves
And gently persistent chanting elves,
Mithrandir knows the secret hordes
That dragons keep for themselves.
In gray or white, to men a storm,
He wanders from cave to clearing;
He takes a hobbit to rob a worm;
Mithrandir always brings a warning.
In Moria he bought
With price paid fraught,
A cloak of white
To catch a light
And bring the world a hope.
From hobbit hole
To courtroom cold
He chased the ring
And made a king.
Posted by admin on May 12, 2011
A voice
blurred, pixilated,
spatters chatter
across wires.
Hopes spark.
Silence follows.
Hard.
Cold.
Brutally empty.
This silence weighs
on my mind,
my chest,
my heart,
my brain,
sitting darkly down.
Sparks flash
and die.
Posted by admin on May 9, 2011
Tick – My nerves click.
Tock – My eyes rock
back and forth
from keys to clock.
Tick – Not yet, I sit.
Tock – My heart a lock
of bundled feelings
jumping in my throat.
Tick – What if?
Tock – Maybe
I pissed her off.
I sure hope not!
Tick – Stop thinking.
Tock – Stop imagining.
I’m starting
to really hate this clock!
Posted by admin on
Dwalin
Prince and king, Dwalin rules without ring
Or magic guide. The dwarves of Erebor
Where mithril shines and hardened hammer sings
The happy songs at the dwarven forge.
Dwalin son of Fundin, lord after the battle
Where elves and dwarves and men and eagles
Routed orcs and goblins; chased them like cattle
To their dark, unwholesome caves and evil.
Never to Sauron would he pay heed,
Never to the dark eye though he plead,
Not for the price of a golden ring,
Not though Sauron would make him king.
Posted by admin on May 5, 2011
Empty classroom sits
Fresh thoughts like breezes blowing
In on new faces
Posted by admin on May 2, 2011
Tho’ reading is boring
I don’t mind exploring
This learning and lore.
But the paint on the wall
Is starting to crawl,
And I just can’t learn anymore.
