Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Full Course

I look into the well at depth
and see some branches burning
the thin and small they flare so bright
the sparks do fly to my delight
but quickly pass as day to night
cinders to glow and smoke to flow
ere all their ashes fall

I look into the well and see
the body of a once great tree
that fell to such a dismal depth
it's witnessed by a single star
that's up above so very far
where broken limbs once heaven sought
now watch their children die

I look into the well to peer
at days to pass when embers fade
and vision passes into shade
that grows into the darkest night
yet keeping watch yon single star
which watches which, is it the well
through which the denizens of hell
are yearning?

I look into the well and sigh
dare I to meet them eye to eye
and guess upon a moot to meet
should I not bring something to eat
perhaps some wine to satisfy
the red of course, flagons for all
each lowered by a silken thread
to honor fates which may prevail
so therein rests our tale

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

On a Bended Note

Somewhere in-between I seek
on a bended note
that certain cry of angel's tongue
by way of six-string strung

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

The Initiate


live and shifting, left and right
along the hallway path
the red and warm
the blue and cool
of softly glowing light

betwixt these banks of motes surreal
two kin which cannot meet
one spectrum low
one spectrum high
each with its own appeal

to claim their part of what's foretold
a truce is made of sorts
as one for all
and all for one
embody prophet bold

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Journal Journey

I'm captured but can't capture
it isn't fair... but does that matter...
all one way and that is out
there is no back
the wall of time pushes forward only
some things one can see coming
only to be fooled, yet still pushed onward

Looking back is a white corner
looking out is infinity, also white
no answers anywhere...
and questions are only mine
if I could pause long enough...
but always, time pushes me, cornered
the corner that is always pushing

Colour My World


Colour My World

Yo Kaida, Esperith
be
this page is blank
while Bast rests in her jar
take it and run far
to the mountain top that was Eve
and make the offering
it is time
to colour my world

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Yogurt Rules!

Living healthy eating living
active culture culture
if rather it was dead you said
then you must be a vulture

Little bugs that you ingest
to healthy diet follow
give it naught too much a thought
so you may freely swallow

For these are of a friendly kind
to make your tummy happy
when they hold sway they make your day
while others make you crappy