Just trying to sort it all out…
March 20, 2012
Writings dream, feelings, night, Poem, poet, Poetry, song, Story, thoughts, understanding Leave a comment
Half past the stroke of luck
That’s all but yet run dry
Three-quarters full, the glass of air
The mind, too soon, will lie
A minute too late for one so weak
The soul, too young to die
The phantoms sing the banshee’s scream
The song of night ringing
So long it lasts, no end in sight
The fantastically well-played scene
Another soul lost to the edge
To walk and haunt this dream
March 7, 2012
Writings dream, Life, love, Poem, poet, Poetry, thoughts, understanding Leave a comment
When does infatuation last a whole life long?
How is such a dream possible?
If ever you find such a yellow brick road
Please find it inside to take me with you
August 2, 2011
Writings art, artist, dream, Life, love, nomad, Pain, Poem, poet, Poetry, Story, thoughts 4 Comments
Church bells ring
In a life so real it must be a dream
Of the Nomad they speak from
Ill-conceived perspectives
To him, their words keen
They understand not
The ways of the Vagabond thought
The need of the road to tread
Underfoot, the life for him
Their words have bought
“Outcast” cry!
But, oh, his pallet so dry
To face their scorn to quench
His need, yet his spirit he watches
As it doest twist and writhe
The start of him
Created by memories, now dim
For once his, now lost and will
Never be replaced, he was given no
Chance to explain for his sin
Sickness and death
Took his love, in her had beget
In this nightmare where he dwells
He set her free at the well
On his shoulders he carries his debt
His pain clearly seen
And scorn from them he doest glean
As he seeks to yet wake
Or be his life that he take
The end of his horrible dream
