The blood-laden Moon drips
Slowly, lethargically
Like molasses to the Earth
Flooding the streets
And the countryside
In a thickening haze
And flooding the mind
Even more so
Until we are not our own
But the instruments
Of prediluvian things
The forces that once ruled
The primordial waters
And wish to bring about
The age of the sea once more
An endless ocean
Under a blood red Moon

Cry out to me
And me alone
Let me take your burdens
As you take mine
Let me hold you close
For both our sakes
And when the morning comes
Though grey clouds linger
let us start anew
Confident in ourselves
And in each other

Touched
Once to the head
Twice
Lightning to my spirit

A fabled cathedral
Built on the Deep
Unknown to all
Save by sleep
Where wanderers gather
From ages far flung
To rest and to listen
For the Bell to be rung
And when it does toll
Will they worship in vain
Not for lack of faith
But for lack of great pain
To atone for their sins
Do they sleep yet awake
In hopes they they might
Their father's curse break
But the Deep rings its call
So somber and sweet
Like the call of a siren
That no man can defeat
Sweetly it whispers
Perfumes to the mind
In an instant to change
In a moment to bind
Those souls of wanderers
Beneath the stars of sleep
That they might trudge and fall
Into the maw of the Deep

As indeed the first one did

The need to be together
I get only once a night
In the long and murky hours

Before sleep finds its way to me


My thoughts lay still
And in the darkness there
My heart takes over my mind

And I dream of being by your side


Yet when the morning dawns
And my mind returns to me
I have no recollection

Of the memories my heart made


So I continue on the next day

I write for someone
Though I know not who
It could just be for me
Or maybe it's for you

Maybe you alone
Truly know and understand
The words that pour out
Of my head into my hands

Maybe you alone
Think of my poems in the dead of night
When all the world is quiet
And the moon is your only light

Or perhaps your are no one
A figment of my mind
Though I'd like to think you're real
And our fates are intertwined

Budding groves
In fields of yore
Where sun and moon
Doth set no more
Where stars and wonders
Burn ever bright
And dreams unknown
Take wingless flight

Down, down
Down below space
Where dark and light
Swirl and lace
Where suns and stars
Shiver at night
Those distant shadows
Eternally bright
There must watch
Frozen in time
Seasons without
Reason or rhyme
And there within
lie all that's lost
Things unknown
And unwanted tossed
To shiver in the abscence
Of warmth or cold
To lie suspended
With no one to hold
Until all things
In time there reside
When the world is gone
And the sun has died

A useless form of introspection
Supreme width with a lack of all depth
Feigning superiority while being ill tempered
Wielding as a bludgeon their empty philosophy
Despite it's weight it can break no wall down

It is defeated handily
By a sword without a blade
Taken down from it's height
Without firing a round

Struck by a simple kindness
Given to one in distress

Fallen in and twisted
distant eras and future space
Collide and break apart
Infinite ends and beginnings
Fold in on each other
Creating a grand kaleidoscope
A final flash of all things
The last display of an artful creation
Before the darkness returns
From the distant gulfs
In which it has waited
Since before the birth of the stars

Uncontrollably
Do they shudder in the dark
Outside the old wastes
Of Boedevon
Neither moon nor sun
Have touched that place
Since the last giant fell
In far southern sands

Only those creatures
Hideous and ******
Still linger there
Ever resentful
Of what they have lost
though they cannot recall
What that may have been

There is a great sanctuary
Foremost of the earth
Whose great tower silvery white
Rises over all creation
There within dwell those
Who from before all things
Had a purpose chosen for them
From within them those as well
Does one come who claims
Not only to be one of them
But one over them all
A creature in the guise of a man
One too chosen for a purpose
To rend them all asunder
And cast them to the wind
The sanctuary will burn
And its glittering tower crumble
Yet it will be rebuilt
Not of stone, but in hearts
Until they are in one accord
The sanctuary will not be complete

Dust and shadows were all I saw
After the initial impact
A brief flash
Followed by eons of darkness

The world I knew
The home I had fought for
Gone in an instant
Evaporated to the cold of space

The long war now finished
Both sides scattered to ashes
So many and so much lost
And all for what

To start again

In the distant ages to come

Can you hear it
The groaning of the earth
The audible patience
Of One not yet born

The stillness deafens
If you just listen
And in the deepening song
Might it be revealed

Only to the wise
Those without wisdom
A pinpoint star
In a sea of black

A hidden miracle
In the cold of night
Gentle and meek
Born to the world

In stillness not crying
The groaning subsided
A sign of relief
An audible swell

The world rejoices
For One has been born
Amidst the darkness
The Son of God

Do you recall
The way it was before the fall
When the world was new
And the stars shone bright
Two lights to govern the day and night
Beneath the heavens
In the East thus made
A paradise with gold inlaid
To be the throne
That would carry the crown
All creation before bow down
That is, that was
And again it will be
Despite the fruit of that ancient tree
The fallen one
And our since fallen state
Yet one will come to change that fate
So hold out hope
Dear child remain true
For the one who saves has also saved you

Around the bend and over the hill
Sit a handful of tombstones alone
On the edge of the wandering woods

Covered in moss fragile and ancient
No names grace those stone slabs
During the height of the day

Come the night of a crescent moon though
Something glitters across their surfaces
Inscriptions in characters no longer spoken

The mere sight of the glyphs
Fills any onlooker with a deep sorrow
As if a spell lays over the headstones

To communicate into distant ages
The pain that was once felt there
On the edge of those ancient woods

Where the moon shines brightest

I've learned who I am
So painfully slow
That the anxiety in my chest
Had a chance to grow
And I know,
I know
I've got a ways to go
So take my hand
Just let me show
To you, who I am

They aren’t here anymore
But I see them
Towering, lumbering
To and fro
Ethereal and methodical
Carrying on
Their motions like clockwork
As if they had never left

Perhaps they never did
Or perhaps something more
Is at play in this strange,
Strange place

Walk this way
We cannot stay
From where we've come
So many days

The light does fade
That place we stayed
Once brilliant there
Now long decayed

Yet on we go
We do not know
What place we'll reach
Or seeds we'll sow
So ever onward
Will we go

Until the sun does set
Never to rise again

I cannot love
I don’t know how
I do not live
In the here and now

I’m off somewhere
Distant and deep
Hiding myself
My secrets to keep

And none may know
Not even I
Why I keep
Telling such lies

Lies to myself
And lies to you
When I say
I don’t love you

He lay there
An enervated mass
His legs feeble
Too weak to stand

An onlooker
Of his kingdom's fall
From hidden tower
He watched it burn

Helpless he mourned
Regretting his illness
Cursing his birth
And rebuking the sun

That sun now dim
So faint in the sky
That abandoned his line
So very long ago

Do not fight your enemy
If you can simply move around them

- Hadrian Veska

The rivers are frozen
And have been for an age
She walks their lonely banks
Unaffected by the permafrost air
The world is rigid and brittle
Trapped in an endless winter
None are found that once were
Hibernating or passed on entirely
Beyond this glittering sterile realm
She sings a soft melody
Confidently carried
Across the rivers of ice
The frozen forests
And the quiet mountains
Blanketed in fresh snow
The song reaches no one
For there is no one
And nothing for it to reach
Yet she hopeful prays one day
It may perk the ears
Of an unlikely guest

Rose gold rays illuminate the room
Struggling to pass through
The drawn curtains of the window
The room is old, not lived in for sometime
Only passed through in idle dreams
In that dull sweet twilight
Between day and night

There's a fireplace sits in the corner
Covered in thick dust and thin webs
The floor creaks ever so slightly
A hallway is visible
But where it leads is obscured

The gilded light retreats slowly
Almost imperceptibly so
Departing as it always has
That it may dawn yet again
As deep black clouds loom ever closer
Heralding a coming storm

I sit here between last light and darkness
An ever still moment outside of time
Rain will come as it always does
For now though I am content
In the moment that is

Here in this forgotten dream
Between the day and night

I’ve known what I should do
What I can do
And what I will do
In times to come
I know now that motivation
Is not something one should wait for
But something that must be created
With a clear mind and discipline
For without these guides
Motivation drifts and fades off
As a wisp of cloud over the sea
It’s return as questionable
As it’s brief existence

You've become too soft in your age;
Passion and purpose
Given way to complacency and acceptance.

"Surely", you say," all will be saved."
As you refuse to do your job
Of revealing salvation to those lost.

God was quick to disown the nations
Who disobeyed him,
How quick will he disown you?

One who has brought countless down,
Down with them to the depths
Of the ancient abyss.

all by refusing to carry out
The only task you have on this earth.

Ever westward
Beyond hills and seas
Through vast forests
Of towering trees

Across great oceans
Yawning and deep
To northern coasts
Where cold waves sweep

Through storming tropics
And island chains
To the waving grasses
Of sun soaked plains

Over colossal mountains
Snow laden and grand
Until thus returned
To the shimmering sands

And when this journey
Is finally complete
With aching back
And calloused feet

Can all then rest
under a brave new sky
Where men no longer
Must one day die

Sun and Moon guide the way
Urban stars lead us astray
From the path rode in the day
And the one we walk at night

I know not much but I know true
When I was young and when I grew
Into the man my Father knew
Since before I was born

That no path I make is worth a ****
Can lead to any promised land
Our path is never what we planned
For that I thank the Lord

If I followed the paths I planned to make
A circle around a lonesome lake  
For no one else than my own sake
I would not have met my wife

I would not have grown and not have loved
No peace to me come from above
No guiding spirit, a snow white dove
To rest upon my shoulders

To light the path ahead

Now I have no plans, I simply do
What I know is right to do
I stumble yes, that is true
But I've learned to stumble forward

And stumbling is not so bad
When there's someone to pick you up

Meager roads
Naught but dirt and stone
Paths not tread
Since distant moans

Were howled from the cliffs above

Now the howling
From the wind in the brush
The bleached out bones
Of those who rushed

So swift to meet their ill fate

I will take my time
In reaching that place
That cardinal city
Of splendor and grace

I ponder if it still stands
For someone who has no where to go

There is a place
I know not of
Silent whispers
Of the deep above

A desire to return
Though to where unknown
In our hearts and minds
This feeling has grown

How can we express
What is hitherto unseen
What images and forms
Can our consciousness glean?

Who are we that we feel this way?

Certainly not the things
We thought ourselves to be

But something more

Three to come
And one to go
One to return
At end of snow
One to watch
To be a guide
One last to judge
All men in time

The skies a seventh
Of the waters below
Greater seas in heaven
Yet to be known
Vast oceans buried
Beneath red sand
Long aeons ago
Our promised Land

I have to go
Down to where
The darkness grows
Where ash and smoke
Billow to the sky
Where the moon weeps
Though none know why
The place where spirits
Aimlessly wander
Hoping for the return
Of their sons and daughters
And though to this place
I wish not to go
I know that I must
To one day show
That the soul may triumph
Over the growing dark
That great men return
From great quests embarked
So close your eyes
And when they open again
I will have returned
A braver man

I'll be here again with you
Soon and forever
For the Earth is ours
And always will be
Indeed we will walk
Together once more
Beneath a new sun
That will not set or fade

Where once was
All we know
Now all is dust
We have to show
Yet soon in time
Will green things grow
Flowers bloom  
And Waters flow
The world we had
We used to know
Will come again
Before we go

Colossus stone
On the ancient cliffs
Lone watchtower
Of the ocean mists

The tidal bastion
To safeguard and keep
The last light safe
From the yawning deep

Flower; petals
Bloom and fall
Let me see
I know naught at all
Let the world
Wash away
The waters flow
To distant bays
The sun burn bright
And fade away
The sky then dim
To black from grey
And let me rest
My soul to stay
The night to come
At end of day

Sink low
Do you know
Where the things
That once were go?

To what glimmering plane
Between dusk and dawn

Does the void mouth lie
In an eternal yawn

Swallowing whole
All that passes through

To the world they go
From the world we knew

Hot coffee
Rain streaming down glass
The sun is silent
Filtered by looming clouds
The lights outside are accentuated
By the dull grey sky
Yellows and reds
Come and pass endlessly
I haven’t opened my book yet
And I don’t think I will
No I think instead I will dream
After all what is a story
But someone else’s dream
Written down to share with others
This thought puts my mind at ease
I think instead I will dream
And share it only
With the one that I love

The Fear of the Lord
Is the beginning of wisdom
Though few understand
What Fear truly means

To fear the Lord
Means to grasp with the truth
The might of God
And the splendor of his creation

To get a glimpse of the scale,
The love of our God
To respect and to honor him
As one would their Father

If only you knew
All the blessings promised
That by fearing the Lord
All your problems will fade

Fear the Lord
And mediate on his word
See with your own eyes
What it does for you

“And unto man he said, Behold, the fear of the Lord, that is wisdom; and to depart from evil is understanding.” Job 28:28

“The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him; and he will shew them his covenant.” Psalm 25:14

The fear of the LORD leads to life: and he that has it shall abide satisfied; he shall not be visited with evil.” Proverbs 19:23

“Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole of man.” Ecclesiastes 12:13

I’ve seen the heavens below
In the waters calm and cool
The stars and planets I know
Reflected in springtime pools
But strange it would seem
On a cloudy night
That the stars would mirror
Their lack of light
A breeze blew gently
As I sat on that shore
Thinking to myself
That there must be more
So to test my theory
I waded into the stars
I walked past Venus
And in my hand held Mars
How strange is was
Perhaps is was late
But it felt in my hands
Like the stars had weight
As I leaned back
I began to float
Held by the stars
Like a celestial boat
There I did sleep
A great time and yet still
For to wake is to dream
And what’s dreamed is what’s real

I walk at night
From where I came
To where I’ll go
I cannot say
Sometimes I feel lost
Without a home
A wandering soul
On the roam
I think of love
And who loves me
Who I am
And who I’ll be
When at last
I’ve figured out
What this thing
Called loves about

I'd love to trust you
But I don't know how
Too many times I've trusted
Just to be let down
So forgive me Love
If I seek distant now
But in time I hope


I'll come around

Twisted and cavernous
Unlike any place should be
Distorted beyond memory
Whether in my mind or reality
I cannot for certain say

The place is as I recall it
The home of my youth
Though perhaps my recollection
Has been swayed by delusional dreams
Or visions of a reality I cannot see

Every night when I awake
I recognize far less of the world
Than when I had gone to bed
And when I sleep, I dream of memories
Memories I have never experienced  

I grow less and less sure
That the world I know
Both waking and dreaming
Are separated by much more
Than a thin fluttering veil

And I do not know
Which side of the veil
Is the side I have come from
And to which side of the cloth
Is the way I should go

The fog descends from the heights
Engulfing all things
Sweetly and slowly
A thick mist rolls in
Never to be lifted
The world made evergreen
Obscured in contemplation
A tranquil mystery without suspense
The earth again made quiet
Though not for lack of thought
For all yet think and dream
At peace for they know each other well
No questions asked for all are understood
A blanketing contentment and peace
In a realm before unseen
That lies just above the head

Ah, a red sun rises
On this the last of days
Fitting that a world
Bathed in blood
Should end drowned in it

Far distant capital
On the Ilmyuin slopes
Where once was held
The hopes and dreams of all
Where white towers rose
Grandiose spires to the clouds
Touching the very heavens
Bringing them closer to the earth
The pride of all mankind
But now who can say
What has become of the city
For it has not been seen
Since the great ice fell
Covering the northern realms
In shadow and snow
Perhaps one day
In distant times to come
The pure cobalt walls
Of that lost city
Will shimmer once again
Beneath the light of a resurgent sun

Whispered words
Unsaid to me
Thoughts and desires
That none may see
Where are the roots
Of this growing tree
That I might pull them out
Instinct is pride
In my own will
Unaware of foes
That wish to ****
My strength comes not
From myself and still
I made the same mistakes
I know now that
I cannot entertain
I have to retreat
When there is no gain
My many sins
Are many stains
That I know can be made clean
If only my pride would be made lean

The hour is late
Just rest your weary head
Deep red to purple hues
In this the twilight hour
Fear not and close your eyes
Be at ease and drift to dreams
I will tend to you for now
As a low fire of twig and ember
Until the morning dawns
Be at peace

Any man can create chaos
Few men can create order
But one must be a God
To bring the two in balance