He is the brother i never had
he is the friend from far distant shores.

He is a writer a poet of life and wonder
a warrior worthy of Valhala
a hero worthy of Olympus
a soul worthy of Tir na nog from Celts.

Wildman he is called in my book
of elven folk grandmaster smith
which Hephestos himself teached
of ancient long forgotten craft.

A glass of old greek wine i raise
and wish to him Happy new year.
My gift to him my humble poem
my gift to him my gratitude
for being my brother.
Gratitude for being an inspiration.
Alas, for he is a man worthy of all
the blessings of the Gods.

Such pride and ego...
Still fighting alone...
Still fighting for worthless glory...
You have locked doors and closed windows
in your mind and dark rooms behind them.
Maybe it's time for some of us to depart.

Fear, tide over something passively stable without great risks
the motif of modern society. Have they ever tried something new,
different, risky? How can people ever get to know if they can
change, be better?
It's like they let themselves loose and accept whatever comes easy
without even considering the consequences.
Gradually they evolve into soft self indulgent figures without
being able to handle the hardness of life itself.
Like a great paradox, they are free for acting just how they please
but suffer from the naivety and outcome of their choice.

In vast mists of unending laments
spreads a silence with ominous vigil.
Shattered helms and cloven shields here lie cold
doomed to rust.
No wind blows as snowflakes fall
at these grey grass fields
spring seems to be forever gone.
Yet a flower grew with white petals
so helpless seemed to be but
no wind, no rain, no snow could harm its beauty.
A song was told by elven maids
and sunrays ogle its small green leaves.

To all things i appertain
and yet some shunned and disdained.
****** and ogle me till you are
insane but no blow can harm me cause me pain.
Children delight in me, elders take fright,
fair maids rejoice and spin.
Cry and i weep, yawn and i sleep,
smile and i shall grin.
What am I?

Hear the whispers among the trees
and the echo of the crushing waves
like an anthem of love lost in midnights call
where miracles carry out our wishes
soften our hearts
and warm our bodies.

Red lips and old wine
a step or two
skiddy beep bop beep bop ba doo!
Sparkly eyes a dress in motion
a step or two and swing
beep bop ba doo!
Love starts to feel like heart attack
my heart is getting aches
is it me or is it you spinning around
like a beep bo ba doo!
Am i taking the wrong way or the
moves command?
And this is how i fall for you
skiddy beep bop beep bop ba doo!