A tale lies hidden etched in stone, buried beyond a vanquished throne.

Its king and queen could not have known, the cost of a legend is paid for in bones.


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Come out of your shell but don’t throw by the wayside what’s there to protect you.

Lonely Shepherd counting sheep
Close your eyes and go to sleep

Lonely shepherd counting sheep
None are missing but still you weep

Lonely shepherd counting sheep
The wolf will prey if you should sleep

Lonely shepherd counting sheep
None are missing but still you weep

Lonely shepherd counting sheep
Close your eyes and go to sleep

Your mood rippled across the room, my confession of love came way too soon.

How do I compose words to describe, the beauty behind those saddened eyes.

She said her happiness was not meant to be, nothing I said or did could set her free.

She said her leaving was never my fault, just another notch upon her hearts vault.

Deep down I knew she would never stay, so I watched her slowly walk away.


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Blank pages from my diary rustling near the window by my bed.

Soon to be weighed down by words I’ve not yet said.

My dreams unwanted memories my thoughts are bleeding red.

Imprisoned by my heartbreak red ink to paper bled.

My fingers gently brush the hair from your eyes.
As I rest my hand on the curve of your thigh.

As the other hand combs your hair behind your ear.
I whisper I love you and pull your body near.

Your passionate kiss stirs a blinding desire.
Two tongues dancing like flames from a fire.

Our souls become one tethered by a kiss.
Lost in the rhythm and rapture of  sacred bliss.

Light has faded the night doth speak
It quietly whispers that I am weak

Chaos scratches at my door
Sent to confuse me all the more

I'm tired of fighting what I can't win
I fear I'm losing the battle within

Chaos scratches at my door
Sent to confuse me to the core

My thoughts are slowly killing me
I close my eyes yet still I see

Chaos scratches at my door
I'll sleep when I awake no more

The memory of her face you held so dear, has gone away...
That gentle caress that calmed your fears, has gone away...

Heavy onslaught, clouds of cinder made a brume above.  
The stars in the sky that navigate frontiers, have gone away...

Bleach white canvas, metaphorically cleans the slate.
The painted past, the way your brush veers, have gone away...

Empty your pockets, take everything, give it your all.
The energy, desire, the charisma and cheers, have gone away...

Skyscrapers tall, city streets, flashy lights and cars.
Thousands of trees, tranquility, forests for years, have gone away...

Crippling car crash, broken soul, fingers frozen.
Their musical genius, symphony for the ears, have gone away...

I take nothing for granted, for life is far to short.
Countless walls of whom etched “I was here”, have gone away...

Unseen teardrops fall like rain in the dark, then fall through the cracks of a broken heart.

Approaching night
Wasting light
Save my soul
Before your sight

If I should stray
Beyond this day
Make me whole
For this I pray

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Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
In wait for the mild wind from the west.

Gust ruffled feathers from tail to crest.
Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.

Soon laying eggs with spotted blue shells.
Then fiercely guarded from whence they dwell.

Dear Robin Redbreast make your nest.
With the colour of spring upon thy vest.

I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in  my hubris I believed i was reaching the firmament and beyond.

Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart.

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Tears of autumn meld with dew, dripping off your cherry hues.

These melancholy feelings how they haunt me, but autumn’s beauty how she taunts me.

Soon the landscape will all be pallid, it’s colours for now sing a lovers ballad.

Shed tears of joy and not of sorrow, don’t spoil today with the weather tomorrow.

Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.
I lean against the window frame and stare with much disdain.

Swish! Swish! Comes the rain in waves down the lane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Trees wildly dancing contorted from the strain.
Scrape! Scrape! Go the branches on walls of our domain.

Squeak! Squeak! Frantically spins the rooster weather vane.
Awakened by the wind howling against my pane.

Back to the warmth of my bed where I’ll gladly stay detained.
All attempts at drifting off to sleep will surely be in vain.

I walked to the edge to evaluate my existence and in  my hubris I believed I was reaching the firmament and beyond.

Instead the sky was falling and with it the stars. Within my eyes you can follow their decent to the unknown depths of my heart.

Words
Not spoken
Between the lines
When pain builds inside
Indite

Oh fallen flower, how your colour burns more brightly ensconced upon this  weathered pew.  Fate, it seems has brought you to this resting place to soften its callus surface. Though your time left upon this crag is fleeting, your place is here and now.


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Looking up watching you fondly under the moonlight, I prayed this moment would last for all eternity.
But your radiance could not be anchored. Therefore I stood witness to the birth of a shooting star. As I watched your glow fade across the horizon I bid my love farewell.

Socks and sandals a fashion faux pas?
I've been told that its an unspoken law.

Whether they're  thick or thin, woolen or silky.
As long as they hide feet so pale and milky.

Not only do they keep my toes toasty warm.
But cover those hideous and unsightly corns

When I was a child for fun I used to pretend to have super strength when crushing crackers in my soup...
Huh! Turns out it’s still as fun as I remember.

With each day I tread carefully and each day my foot winds up in my mouth...

Every day I close my eyes and lightly run my fingers along my scars like braille on a page and every time it spells forgiveness.

Tiny flower all alone, grows before an unmarked stone. Fallen soldier with no name, because of this no one came.

Tiny flower how you’ve grown, spread before this unmarked stone. Fallen pedals in lieu of tears, each one denotes a passing year.

Tiny flowers surround this stone, the only spot that you have grown. People stop to ponder why, overwhelmed by grief they begin to cry.

Tiny flower thanks to you, this stone is marked with the sight of you. Fallen soldier rest in peace, for your forgotten years have finally ceased.

Flowers in a field look so lovely.
Flowers in a field how your colours burn so bright.
Flowers in a field with breezes sway so gently.
Flowers in a field reaching skyward craving light.

Wild grasses grow amongst such beauty.
Wild grasses grow to set the balance right.
Wild grasses grow not in awe of what’s around them.
Wild grasses grow knowing they are equals in His sight.

When fishing, sometimes it's not what you catch, but what one releases while there that makes the trip worthwhile...

Sundial casts shadows
Mirror reflects forgiveness
Joy comes at sunrise

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If the ride to heaven was on our halo, we’d all be going to hell.

The constellations command awe and respect.
With you that and more I will always protect.

Shooting stars travel in firmament skies.
Bursting within your heavenly eyes.

A lightening bolt through the body is far to much.
But I feel it’s jolt with your every touch.

The phosphorus glow of the moon casts a sliver of light.
It’s hue guides our bodies long into the night.

Choices or challenges in life regardless of their outcome should be viewed as stepping stones to a wiser and more beautiful you.

The more you’ve been through the more aware and sensitive you become of the hardships others might be facing hidden behind forced smiles.

Sadly not everyone is able to handle or overcome hurdles they are presented with in their lives, by mental illness or by sheer circumstance.

Those of us that have been blessed with the strength and fortitude to overcome must remind ourselves daily that there are those that may need that one act of kindness, a strand of hope to face another day.

Hope can be a powerful thing but only for those who know it’s there. Some need a helping hand to see it, find it and grasp it.

Hope... I pray I never lose sight of it and if I should that there will be someone like you with a kindness of heart impossible to ignore to pluck me from the shadows.

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Come sit with me alone in my silence,
my dark and faceless friend.
Some moments your larger than life,
but then you shrink away from view.
     You have no memories or worries, you have no soul.
I hate that I’m jealous of such, just a shadow of a man.

You somehow eclipsed all my moments in the sun.
Where upon I became the penumbra in your presence.
The moods you wore left me sodden and confused.
Our times together had become painfully arduous.