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.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Posted by admin on June 5, 2009
There is no darkness in my heart,
Only shadows have lost their way.
The mind, the craze,
the simple thought
That brings to me a lighter sense
I love, I know,
but not quite right
A twisted form of midnight light.
Posted by admin on May 29, 2009
Live and serve,
Love and give.
This is what He taught us.
That pain and hate,
Spite and hurt
Have grief and sorrow brought us.
Work until the work is done,
Love until love alone goes on,
Suffer for His suffering,
Try, do impossible things.
Then when its done,
Through and through.
Hope will come, the strife will end.
The new age begin,
Millennial hope come,
When born up in the first resurrection.
Posted by admin on May 20, 2009
I wrote you off a week ago.
But I prayed and you came back.
Again, I scratched my list of
things to do, your name gone.
A voice said no.
When I called you didn’t
want to talk to me.
My mind said fine, I’ll go.
It felt good to be free of
you, but the voice says
No.
Posted by admin on March 27, 2009
I sit here and think of you,
think of memories I want to make.
Do you understand that I don’t love just you?
The idea o flife, real life is so great.
I want to go away and be there, find truth,
Anywhere, and live.
There could be glory in the future for us.
Your greatness will make it so.
I can do anything, everything, rise up,
fly even, love and grow, remembering.
or could. If you knew enough
and let me live.
Posted by admin on February 25, 2009
Do you want me to write a verse for you?
To name your beauty or our love so rare?
Why talk of lips and face so tender true,
Or speak of feature’s clear and sharp to stare
Into love’s eyes with words not fair enough
To tell the thought hidden deep in my heart
Not that you’re not beautiful, but too rough
Am I, and not moved to the poet’s art.
Dull darkness moves me to speak of you now
To express my love if that love it is.
No phase, gentle or kind will tell you how
Poetics like this do us not justice.
Day, night, all time passes wond’ring of thee
The perfect hopes, the nights, the days to be.
Posted by admin on February 20, 2009
Golden Summer afternoon
to come and stay beside
you now.
To think, not sing, though there’s a song
in my heart.
Quiet, graceful, then
Bursting out in playful games.
The thought of a friendship that
perhaps
could never be. If only you didn’t
talk
back with me.
