My heart swelled with desire
For the Beast of the Wildlands
That lurked among the forested mountains.
For just a moment as it crested the rock
Its great shaggy head turned and stopped
and its golden eyes blazed indifferently through my soul
Before it turned and loped beyond the horizon.
And I made a secret vow
to follow the Beast
to the ends of the earth - if needed.
And prove my love for him somehow.
And so I traipsed along the path
Following behind the great footfalls of my adored
Who took no notice,
Or just never cared
For the tiny mortal singing in its shadow.
Days turned into years somehow
and I still kept my vow.
Now shadows flit before my eyes
And my songs of love are broken cries.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
New Moon, New Moon
Will you come to visit soon?
Waxing Crecent, fine and pleasant!
Begin your dainty little presence.
First Quarter, outline your border.
White face in the sky grows bolder!
Waxing Gibbous, quite conspicuous,
Glowing eye that pierces through us.
Full Moon, Full Moon!
We shall sink in madness soon!
Waning Gibbous, gnawed by dusk.
Time is taking you from us...
Third the Quarter, almost over.
Dying gently as a lover.
Waning Crescent, you're nearly done
. . . And now a New Moon has begun.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Sometimes I catch myself thinking of you.
The way you held me captive with your stories.
The ridiculous ways you made me laugh.
The simple pleasure of your company.
But something happened.
Sometimes I remember the way you held me.
The scent of your skin is still maddening,
As is the memory of your hair.
I often professed a love for you.
To which you would reply - off handedly I now realize.
Sometimes I think of the way you dissed your ex.
You would pointedly ignore, to discipline his tardiness.
And once you had gone you answered my own words
With a curt 'too busy, can't talk right now.'
What did I do, that you are afraid of me?
Before you left you often asked, in a wistful sigh
'Now what am I going to do with you?'
Am I just some stray dog for you to drown?
I ain't your **** prison *****
Why did you use me like that?
I hear you now, across the globe.
You profess how you always try to show kindness.
And are quick to moan about how others take advantage of you.
***** I hiss through venomous fangs spawned in your honour.
How dare you gloat, when you use your friends like welfare checks.
Sometimes I remember how I used to think of you.
And my heart sickens to acknowledge my foolishness.
I hate you, because you gave me a reason to hate myself.
You ruined me, my friend!
I was perfectly content before, why did you want to destroy me?
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
I have this friend monstrosity
He is the worst of company
Each morning when from bed I rise
His snaggled grin greets my eyes.
Together we clump down the stairs
I brush my teeth, he sheds some hair.
Next our breakfast we partake,
Mine is pancakes, his is steak.
We go outside to attend the chores,
He dawdles away until half past four.
I begrudgingly take him to the park.
And let him loose until almost dark.
When I call him back to take him home
I am greeted by snarling, blood chilling moans.
Getting him back to the yard is a fight.
My only blessing is he's afraid to bite.
Once in the house he must be cleaned
That is when he gets real mean.
Keeping him in the tub is a life or death struggle
He likes dunking my head until he sees bubbles.
Once cleaned and fed I bid him good night.
His howls keep me up for most of the night.
I have this friend monstrosity,
Would you kindly steal him away from me?
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC
I fell in love with the midnight wind
That howled mornfully across the hills.
She swept down, circling, and took my heart
But when morning came, she left me chilled.
I turned my affections to the wild mustang
That pranced around the rolling plains
With a scoffing snort he bolted away.
Leaving me only dust and pain.
I fell for a mermaid at the beach
She beckoned me close, dragging me down
Pulling me greedily to her side
She had her way, and let me drown.
I met a gypsy while on the road.
He stole my heart and also my purse.
We walked hand in hand for a spell
But when he left, he left me cursed.
Despairing I sought the love of a witch
For my wits were frayed and shot.
She took one look and nodded her head
Before trying to add me to her ***
I soon met a maid while at the fair.
Her love for me was young and eager.
But a week from the wedding she had enough
and traded vows with scarlet fever.
Despairing now, I boarded a ship
intending to court the mighty sea.
With a giant wave she slapped me away.
Shattering the last of my sanity.
I should have learned my lesson by now.
I should never want to love again.
Every attempt has been brutally dashed.
But I fear this passion will be my end...
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
I hope to God I get another chance
After this life has served it's last
Just one go 'round isn't enough
To try every road I happen to pass
When we get to Heaven,
- I hope that Heaven is there
But just as much I need to have
An exit to earthbound stairs.
This life already has become a web
From all the chances I wanted to take
I couldn't leave well enough alone
So brace for the gossip at my wake
Maybe this isn't my first time out
Perhaps a challenge is what I asked?
It would explain the awkward hell I've raised
Out of these normal everyday tasks
I guess the challenge isn't over yet
since it appears I haven't died
So I might as well rough-it some more
There must be more out there to try...
If I do get another go
after this life start its decay
I hope that I can recall it well
I don't want my memories blown away
But maybe that is why we dream
those are fragments of days gone by
The petal stains of our previous lives
Pressed between the pages we live and die
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC
They are our children, to be sure
These tiny verses scattered 'round
For each and every one
Was conceived within us
And born through the weary labor pangs
Of our minds
Some came easy
and were presented strait away into this shining world
While many others had a more difficult delivery
And we had to strain many hours- days even, before
They could be laid gently on the paper
as a whole,
And then comes the delight of parenthood.
Where we watch their daily progress among this sea of fellow children
Sometimes we are surprised by a little one's progress
As he soars among the ranks.
And occasionally our expectations are dropped.
By a quiet one's slowness at leaving the nest.
Because, just like children, we never know
what to expect from them.
But no matter the difference in success or failure,
We love them all equally.
Because each one was born from our musing
And we put in as much love and care for the first
As we did the latest
- whether we were conscious of it or not.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Deep inside the mountain's woods,
Where human eye will never see...
My heart was caught by the Gularbeast,
But his was not by me
I first saw him there, down by the stream,
Looking fierce, and proud, and free
And I made a vow that some way, somehow,
I'd make him fall for me.
A month and a year, I followed him here
Where the mountain meets the sea.
And despite my constant shower of praise;
The beast cares not for me.
In desperation I seized him fast,
And bound him 'round the knees
So I could force him to look my way,
And beg him to acknowledge me.
When my loving entreaties were depleted,
Gularbeast shook his mane and bleated
And I was dismayed, my love defeated.
To know he felt naught for me.
So with breaking heart, and trembling hands
I did my love set free.
Not a backward glance, but a kick to the pants
Was his departing gift to me...
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
My mind stills uneasily
As a tremor of fear turns rational thoughts
Into creeping doubts.
Sore melancholy blossoms from my spine,
and warm emptiness trickles down my sternum
from the aching wound in my chest.
My breathing slows in the growing stillness
lest the slightest noise might awaken the monster
lurking in the darkness of my heart.
The constriction in my throat only encourages
My desire for silence.
And I try to lie as still as possible
To keep the hurting from me.
Until the ache becomes unbearable
and I find myself being carried from the room
By restless feet - like tiny horses fleeing a storm.
My mind is nearly blank with the cloudiness,
And I follow fixedly as my poor body
Attempts to pacify my soul
and sooth my mind
With the gentle rock of its pacing steps.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
The sane wonder if they are crazy
The crazy try to prove they are sane
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC