Grateful -
What a double edged word that can be
On one side - It is light and love
On the other - Misery.
When it is revoked from those that need it
A heavy burden it can seem
This - I heard spoken in a gentle dream -
You sit by the water - stilling -
Under a wide birch branch
Upon a Rock you're cradled
This is where - You Hatch.
Welcome newcomer, to the wide open world
That eats or drives every boy and girl
Eats the peace resting
In the heart of the boy - chesting
Every common foe
Drives the girl - Petulant - and drained
Perpetually insane
On that very same token, though
Softly, gently, spoken - never truly known
It can eat away all the fear
that should have then receeded
It can drive you forward
To find what you always needed
All of life is change & choice
What will you do, child?
With Thine Voice?
Will you do the will of others?
Will you curse and spit at your brothers?
Will you uplift - just Drift?
Will you cower from the power of the pen?
Or pick up the sword of spirit - Used - ONLY to defend?
You can blow down the mountain
Like a torrid breeze
Or you can shake up
a Heart and make it freeze
What will you do Child?
With the words put in your mind?
Will you choose to throw the stone?
Or will you Choose to be kind?
Walk with me a while
All the time the mercy, mild
Kind - Little soul - My child
You will soon find
What you seek
In your mind.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 8:18 PM UTC
A hopeless & hapless hero
Trying again in vain
To find some semblence of peace
that I might regain
Some hope within my words
That pour like rain
upon my pain
A villianous venom verse
spewed or caught within my throat
Reserved for those I care for most
This - my most unfortunate mote
I scream and kick and revile
Oh at times I hate being me
Always seeming caught up -
in the inbetween of an adolecent child
A solomn breath of hope
and a Dream dipped in Reverie
Lost among the monsters rope
I carry a heart cast into a stone
If home is where the heart is -
I then, have none at all -
I once believed
I could again stand tall -
But with all my folly forthwith -
I have become, not wheat
just straw- a drift.
Chaff in the breeze among salted seas
trapped between my dreams and the memories.
As a child I was dipped
in that olde familiar folly -
I fell deeply - trustingly -
in love with melancholy-
Breath of death
intermingled with an angels' tongue -
What a beautiful reminder
from the elder to the young.
Thus a tale more tale than true
This became my fate
I became what I feared most
I became - What I hate.
Though that thought seeming ******
Visceral at its core
I am not hexed nor vexxed -
Not all too sore
My name meaning Fae Child in ash meadow
by and by- the babbling brook
Beyond the shores of Tripole
Growing up truly - wild
My father was not my dad,
A holy man stood with that rite
I never knew that death
Could look so very - Bright
Thus here is a yarn
That I may spin for thee
From my earliest of my
Haunted Memories:
He was shining - as his eyes grew dim
as he took my hand
He said I am sorry that you can't understand
He said "there wasn't enough time"
I was further then confused
by how the light changed into something new
He looked between his daughters -
His eyes again grew bright
"Is that an angel - Standing to Donna's Right?"
A hushed and broken whisper
On a shadowed tearful day -
I saw the angels take
My grandfather away.
At the tender age of eleven
Love was severed and ties were shed
As he was carted off to heaven's home
Those left behind stood - as our hearts bled
Donna ran from the building
To where Sarah and I were at play
I turned and saw three angels
I pointed and began to say -
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing!?"
They turned their eyes to the sky
As had I-
Sarah thought it was his Ghost
Donna, thought it was aliens - just whispered - "Why?"
I saw three angels ascending
With my "Father" among the throng
So "His Eye is On The Sparrow"
Would forever be Our song.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
The dirges of the deafened cries
Cyclic in my ears
The ringing - Incessent as my voice
Never truly dies
Every aching part of this bag of bones
Screams with the agony
Of never knowing Home.
Verses upon Verses
Inscribed on broken heart
Visions of others' hearses
This is where fear starts
Perameter and Frame
Never suited me
I am a useless Dame
Never truly - free
With every eye thats evil
Ever tossed my way
I return it ten fold
As I toss the heart away
Love was always illusion
Blame my dress of Shame
Life never reaches Conclusion
When you never knew your name
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC
Misery hates company
We were always lied to
From the shores of Tuscany
To the great beast Patu
From sea to shining sea
Beyond what others ache or need
From every depth of me
I want to plant the seed
"I am afraid of judging eyes"
The first poem that was mine
Much to everyone's surprise
My heart still beats just fine
Lost among the roses - tall
That turned a shade of blood
Blackened by the grief of all
When my heart was but a bud
The ache I feel every morning
Reminds me I still live
While my eyes are storming
This graceless heart I give
A sweetest of surrender
Pouring out more of myself
My mind thrown in a blender
A soul trapped on the bookshelf
Stuck always between the lines
of imagery and forlorn words
Blurring lies with "I'm Fine"
This heart is for the birds.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC
Old proclivities breathing into old predilections
Removing the shadows of aching heart
Old habits forming back like wicked infections
Haunted heads breeding hate in part
Holding onto harrowing hills that dwell within my dreams
You will never find yourself in among the few.
Holding Hope is having heartache dressing up your schemes
If you never build upon it into something new
Dealing with shadowed recesses - lost in my reverie
I had a father once - sisters many - a daughter and my sons
These is my lost Lenore dancing in misery
This is the consolation - prize my heart has won
Sorrows many and fear so deep
That steals me away
Plaguing all I ever loved
Taking my peace to keep
And a nod to my "dad"
That I never really had -
Is all I ever loved - A mere dream within a dream?
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC