How to tell one you have hurt
I wish to make it better
When you cannot?

For thee, I pray...
Please, hear my heart...
Though my head is broken
Take my love as token?

Why fret? My troubled heart
Simplicity guided you from the start
To decide in desolate matters
Will but pull you into tatters

A trumpet sounded in an airport
    My ache for home it did report

No dew for me,
just particles of purity
blowing free and wild
causing nuisance and delight.

Spires reach so high, into the sky
      putting roots so low, into the I
Bells sound so calm, from way afar
      soothing riot heart, from age old scar
Glass stained in blood, to flame my eyes
      causing pain to leave, to sounds of sighs

Men slew dragons in times of old
Not for profit or gold
But for a maiden -
For virtue -
For the Christ -

Noble are they!
Good has sway!

Men slay dragons in times of new
Not for soul or virtue,
But for their gain -
For sport -
For sense' delights -

Noble are they?
Good has sway?

Choking my throat
with dreams
nightmares
of vivid phantasms
and unknowable futures

We have entered into chaos, you and I
yes, the world has slipped through our fingers,
it has been dashed across the water,
leaving shards of ice, where warm things once were.

Cold and empty we have become,
like a harrowing wind on an October day.
All things have grown ancient between us,
the leaves  yellow, and fall into darkness.

This eternal night clutches our soul!
There is no escape from these human things.
We have no Cave to walk from into light,
we are an island in a pond, leave and we die

But who are we to mumble? Did we not know this would come?
We painted our desires too pretty and petty.
Our pride was both our ladder and noose.
We knew this, but still we climbed.

“For ascend we must,” you said, “it is our nature!”
I believed you, you son of satan.
I took the plunge into the depths of my ego…
Progress ensnared me, ambition was ripe and enticing.

It was a lie! I realize now, you tricked me.
You vile serpent. Love of self, you told me was my
salvation, my fulfillment, my happiness… Now I am trapped,
the key to my cage has melted in carnal desire.

Who knew fire could be so cold.

I once asked who you were, the answer was silence.
We are broken into two, you and I.
The mirror shows the face I keep,
but not the ruin I am.

My soul grieves for the waste of my body:
Me, Myself, My Person, wrecked.

Shades of night
splinter the ethos.
Chords of might
threaten, bark and sneer.

When red spills over black
And dots of cries
splatter
Earth and Sky
Then, we see the lady in Blue

She stands
cold in moonlight
with eyes of stars
piercing
in, in, in.

Fluttering up my spine
a numb horror
of the things to come
Oh God, oh God...
The dread

The Lady of Blue
Times of black steeped
in red.
Dare we hope or
believe her
through what she has bled

Clang!

Chisel on rock,
Axe on jewel
Men of stock
***** as mule

Bang!

Blast of fire
Smoke no wall
Cracks that spire
Down they fall!

Sang!**

All their life
Miner n' son
Toil and strife
Till day done

The moments we clutch for
           Are the ones we lose.
                   Passing through
                            Not for me
                                   Or you.

Gently turning the pages
of wealth
of wisdom
of age

Feeling the nostalgia of dead men's days gone.

Taking wing over sea again
Where will my fate be, then?
Murmurs, hopes, dreams
A star in the ember gleams.

Left or right, not front nor back?
Mind rests from previous attack
Wind and I saunter the sea abroad
My heart be' open, my feet be' shod.

Do we gi' a nod
or a sigh
for the young lod'
wanting to die?

For life is no' full
nor empty
Sates not tha' pull
by the time ye be twenty

Plod on, plod on
Hope in tha' kingdom come
neither sell nor pawn
Life, precious beyon' sum

Awake, awake,
You give what you take.
Reading, churning, questing
One step to death' sting.

Saunter, saunter,
Mind slips and wanders.
Beauty, goodness, truth
Gambling away my youth.

Sing, sing,
Strange thoughts you bring.
Spirit, Wisdom, Fire
Teased, unsated desire.

Feeling, feeling,
The One ever revealing.
Tension, strife, reward,
Revelation acting as sword.

Sleep, sleep,
Wondrous things do creep.
Growing, slowing, showing,
Hidden things a'glowing.

Captains are given their ship
A ship not to be tamed, but to be tested
Frail though the ship maybe
The vessel is meant to wander the sea

I write about the stars and the sky,
And watch as the comets say goodbye,
Will I ever see them again, probably not,
But into dreamland they shall be caught,

When into the heavens my eyes wander,
My mind slips and begins to saunter,
The inner pool, which storms and rages,
Becomes like a book’s gently turning pages,

Oh, the lights, how they see my bare mind,
So scared, what will the clever things find?
The fears, the hopes, the clashing tempers?
Or a grey, icy day of Novembers’

No, they shall find out my inner thoughts,
The ones that I have since forever fought,
The temptations, and paradoxes that are in me,
It is impossible to name what they may be:

So frustrated, yet seeming so calm,
So passionate, and yet withdrawn,
So strong, yet arguments so weak,
So in love, yet appearing so bleak,

I wonder, if they actually know,
Those stars, do they see through my show?
But there they go, saluting their farewell,
With my secrets, none they shall tell.

The speckled trail lay before me
drops of gold, orange and yellow
Trees bare to the bone
Sky striped red as dragon's hide

Now drops of yellow are drops of white
Gold to mush, sky to dark
Flakes of purity descend
Touching my tongue, dissolving

The speckled trail lay before me
Now smooth and without blemish
A beauty lost and a beauty gained
Season's change has remained the same

Wandering through these shades
    of light grey, white and blue
Working all my weary days
    I will rest in the True