Posted by admin on January 21, 2012
A principle dictating impossibility
For the mouse who builds her house
In the upturned fields
Of God’s creation.
The fog that blinds the treachery
Planned for me by my own heart
Beneath golden dreams
Of temptation.
A pen or pixel – keystroke beneath
Glaring LED – drops hopes
Hurriedly for tomorrow
Of absolution.
The colored page steady time reveals
Is blank for another long hour
That brings no assurance
Of resolution.
Another power comes – not lightly –
To shed brilliant heat
On the crumbled ashes
Of dejection.
A voice whispers, a call pleasantly
Promises peace; I hear
Soft sweet songs – promises
Of inspiration.
Posted by admin on January 13, 2012
In the mirror a monster stares
At an unfamiliar world–
Full of tears born of steel claws,
Needle fangs and acid tongue–
Born of a naive nightmare
In a bacchanalian rage
Under the cold stars of selfishness,
Between the sheets of pride.
This mirror beast glowers
At a repentant heart.
Does the beating blood
Carry the strength of change?
Does the beating blood
Echo only past lies?
This heart, this brain–twisted
In confused wires–needs hope.
True blood, do not fail
To turn this loathsome Hyde.
Posted by admin on January 4, 2012
Forever.
A day plus a day plus infinity.
Happiness, bliss, one day
rolls from joy to joy, merrily.
Forever.
But longing, ingratitude, spite -
these vampiric voices
bleed out the happy night.
Forever.
An infinity of pleasure,
An eternity of horror,
Which do you choose?
Forever.
The mind’s eye sees
the illusions it creates,
your view of eternity.
Posted by admin on November 9, 2011
E
Effort
The time and energy spent
Pursuing an invisible dream
M
Meaningful
What happens when the energy
Creates opportunity
Builds relationships
Meaningful Effort
Making the invisible
Visible
In ways that matter
Posted by admin on November 6, 2011
running from rain in the shadows
calling to the sun from the earth
searching the dank for fleeting heat
breathing naught but mold
you pause
breathless
before plunging again
again
again
into the swirling ache
where dreams slip into hate
Posted by admin on October 30, 2011
Pips passing in the night
Bump into the past;
Jar future’s old fright.
A dollar today –
Tomorrow a cent –
Saving for future’s stay.
Bombs far away
Spread gruesome light;
Sent here to erase.
Posted by admin on July 23, 2011
The allure of Death,
In a thousand faces,
Sings siren verses
Of hope and loss and mirth.
Allure?
Certainly.
Why then glamorized
In fiction and fact
By those seeking Earth’s lucre?
Or is this appeal personal,
To an agonized soul
In pain through hairs and toes
And mind-scrabblings irrational.
There can be no seduction without life.
Living is essential.
The paradox
Of wanting death in life
Is a fool’s paradise.
Just as money and fame
Pass,
Leaving empty traces;
So too is Death empty.
Pain, for all its horror,
Is real.
Is honest.
Posted by admin on June 22, 2011
An ebon curtain frames
Your pearl face.
Features
- nose
- eyes
- lips
- neckline
Like marble
Sculpted over the soul
Of an Angel.
Sacrifice and kindness,
Energy and power
Move beneath
And around,
Bringing hope to passion.
Posted by admin on June 2, 2011
broken, severed, dismantled entirely
.
The sad shame of leaving
Memories
Drifts over my mind.
.
A healthy message
Under trees where sunshine and shadow
Meet in Eldorado.
.
Ride in a car,
Race from afar,
All of us
To the broken past,
Like glass, that can’t paste
Itself together.
.
You broken theme,
You broken thing,
My broken dream,
dingalingaling
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.
