You kneel, shivering,
Overlooking your world.
With the knowledge in your mind
That here is the core,
Here is most true.

The eyeless storm,
with cold grey lightning,
and crushing thunder,
lording over a world
of ash and dead trees.

Like a draught
From the mouth of a demon,
the screaming wind
savages your form,
snatches at you heartlessly.

The gale is the only sound,
To permeate this plain,
And it steals your joy,
And batters you onto your knees.
Trying to render useless your escape.

You want to run
To hide away in pain,
But there is only here now.
This dreamscape you created
Within you.

They make no words for thee,
And had they done so
I am too weak a man
to weep such things
onto white ****** paper,
Much less to hold such words,
And pass them to you in a kiss

Such unmade words are a fleeting foolishness,
Cunning against my heart.
May I remain a foolish man
Lest the words be passed,
Through loves cruel lottery,
And your beauty become another's,
On a whim of sadistic chance.

I can never know if the words are true,
Like the feeling which spawns them,
Which no two can compare,
And in their doing so can both be wrong.
Perhaps not one of us is right,
and all of us, Brothers in idiocy.
We know not words which are not made.

The words describe a fleeting spark.
A moment passing if not grasped,
to another and another.
Weak and unfortunate Is the man,
Myself, who cannot create these words.
But again the wheel turns,
For they make no words for thee.

We must not Love
Yet love we must.

Here I sit,
Trapped in the doldrums
Of a sightless sea.
No wind blows the sails
In my dormant mind,
And my pen can spew no ink,
For no thaughts come forth
To carry it.

Beautiful faces
Cry for words and tears,
But are unanswered,
For in my head no muse can stir.
I feel wretched here.
No words can I weep to page,
For my tears are spent
On trivial matters.

Time slows down,
And the urge to smile,
Must not be realised
For that would break the spell.

Please leave me here,
Holding you tightly,
Feeling your warmth.
Trapped in a neverending kiss.

Take me away,
Away from here.
And bury me alive
In loud and beautiful music.

Make me feel whole again,
Floating in the song.
May it carry me to peace,
And to you.

Why is my sense of self
lying shattered on the floor
Not tidied up
Since the last time.

I need not my own mind,
To justify myself.
I need only the justification
Of a friend.

For the soft care,
Like a beautiful chime,
To whisper through the music
And reach my heart.

I feel crushed,
Under the weight of your dissapproving eye
And your sincere care.

You remind me of the path I chose,
And I chose poorly.
You dispute who I am,
And make me want to retract my sin.

You remind me of the flaws I hold,
These flaws crippling.
You stay strong, tolerant,
But I know it hurts you.

I wish my free-will cast upon the earth,
For the dissappointment and hurt you feel
When you behold my being.

We are not gods, despite your perfection,
But I pray to you for forgiveness.
And I yearn for you to pray for me
To be stronger.

One word from your mouth ,
Stops me in my tracks.
My momentum for vice gone.

I cannot betray you,
I will not blaspheme against that care filled face,
I shall be better
In your name.

The fog hovers
From the crowns of the pines
and the snow blows past
scouring the land

The howling wind arcs
around the sparse summit
as the pale, pastel sun shines
giving little warmth

From his mighty horse
Odin looks down the valley
wrapped amongst his red cloak.
He awaits the day