Fall At Rockwood

The leaves know their circumstance-/
They see it in the others crying,/
Giving glances along the lines perchance/
To find the reason for their dying./
Given no answers, they assume instead/
Doom and gloom is the only reason/
But inevitably, with shaken head-/
They muster to spite their final season/
Dying more beautifully than they ever were living/
Till the the last winds breath... they sing-

This fall, it will be our last~
But why let our pain be known?~
Life is over, much to fast~
But why is it always shown?~
Tonight- We leaves will fight!~
We'll fend away the winter clouds~
So live your life underneath the light~
Age Spectacularly and Die Proud!~

Halloween!

On this, My most darkened hour, I wait for whatever is creeping. I dare not drift, for it will catch me for sure if I am sleeping. The single candle flickers on, and off again, twitching under the somber ceiling, and I hear it once again; Slowly, surely creeping!
Why? Why is time passing slowly?! Where is the coming morning? The wind outside is howling, lamenting premature my death for sure, while the rain outside is pouring! Outside the room the floorboards creak, while inside, windows leak as if blood were running to the flooring! And to the ghostly chorus adds some hell-bent creature clinkety-clinking its ungodly mooring!
The high-backed chair is giving no support, and to myself I gain no rapport to bargain for my own thoughtless soul! Outside, I still hear it creeping and it brings my person to mindless weeping at the thought of it reaping my god-fearing being as it's goal! Azazel comes! It's closer stealing! Now it's at my door! There's nowhere to run and the wooden gate starts to creaking! Is that what I think! Good God Yes! Parched bone from behind is peeking, and with it I set to screaming!
Yes! This, is my most darkened hour! I come face to face with what is creeping! My soul blackens as this horror twisted from the depths of hell comes reaching, flame red eyes and un-naturally twisted limbs for soul-reaping! Chains all around, deadened smell as it grabs for me, clinkety-clinking! My screams grew as I saw in full view what had been so slowly, surely creeping!-----------------​------------

Mists of Avalon

Across the waves, through the mists of clarity
Is where our dreams lay to rest.
The Holy Isle; Born in sincerity
Leaves us all, a dreamers land.
Kyrie Elesion, Pray for our souls-
Let us not be taken by the autumn's dark,
All hallows seeks to encompass us in fold,
Let evil in our dreams never leave it's mark!
Once and future king, lead us to Christ-
Let us not fear at the end of days,
Salvation is born only through strife.
We shall strive, and glory be made-
And at the end, All shall pass away.

In My Time of Dying

In my time of dying,
I'll sit in my corner, and wonder/
'Bout all the things that didn't matter-
What's coming after, coming faster/
Perhaps I was an actor, set script-
Or maybe not.
Did I do right? Maybe,/
Am I crazy/solo sane?
Is it all just a game?
Shit/Did I get the high score?
Jesus cheated! He got more/
Because he had a continue!-
Do I get a one up?,
Or is this my first and only life/
A life rife with conflict and strife,
Double Shotgun/Subtle Knife
Did I play right?/I'll know tonight-
So I can die easy,
Yeah Yeah Yeah, So I can die easy.......

Fall!

I've had one to many summers,
And now they've lost their luster.
Fall, however, I've just discovered
And the amber, the gold, forever!

Waxing Eloquent

Waxing Eloquent: Life, Death, and Everything in Between

Sessions:
I: Birth of a Song
II: Experience of All
III: Loving and Longing
IV: Life
V: Adventures at the Edge
VI: Transition
VII: What Comes After
VIII: Another Brick in the Wall


Old age hath yet his honor and his toil,
Death closes all: But something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done.
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: The slow moon climbs: the Deep
Moans round with many voices, Come my Friend!

I:

I beat away several pounds of unneeded and unwanted flora. The brush was becoming increasingly thick. Sad, but I had no choice. The fruit that had sustained me had shriveled, disappeared! My choices were few. Either stay in the oasis where now only water remained, or take my chances with whatever lay beyond, outside of my paradise.
How loathe I was to leave the oasis!
I looked around, distraught with my efforts. It was getting hotter and hotter. It was sweltering outside, and it felt as if my entire body was being compressed and beaten down by the heat. The cool breeze and the rippling water were far behind me now. The jungle held no care. I pushed on.
The path narrowed. I tried several times to push my way forward, but something held me back. The jungle tried to stop me but I continued pushing the greenery away. I could feel it! There was a clearing up ahead. I can even see it now!
But it was so far away! I couldn’t go on… there was no relief, the jungle was relentless!
But with a sudden, final, desperate heave, I was through!
What is this? The entire land is white! I squint and peer a bit harder; The world comes into focus.

……

Dear God,
The Beauty!

II:

The top of the mountain is a lonely place. Overlooking the crystal peaks from my frozen sanctuary, it’s as if everything seems like nothing really matters. The problems of the earth are no longer my concern. I am content with being the watcher. I have no true power however; no true reason for my haughty airs. It is simply an illusion granted by the monolith.
The cold is near unbearable. The skies don’t show it though. There is no sign of all the freezing rain, and all the snow that lies below. All that exists is a single moment of perfect clarity and reflection, untainted by anything.
The sun hangs at the lower edge of the eastern sky, partially obscured by the crystal peaks. Such power! Even the sun cannot move them, Its rays blocked by their forms. A lightshow emerges, terrific hues play over the scene, giving the entire skyscape a pastel aura; Orange near the horizon, and red, then purple, and finally a dark, dark blue as the sky reveals itself. A single bold star defies the sun, refusing to give up it’s light just yet. The moon is the stars consort, and they stand together in inevitable rebellion.
It is a time of compromise however; The sun and the moon can coexist. They agree for that a few moments, they can share the sky. The harmony remains unbroken for the moment.
Poetry? Prose? No. It is simply an experience. A discovery for the curious and bold; The ones of wit and cunning. The sun paints no picture, there is no armistice in the heavens. The sun and the moon hold con compacts, and I?
I start back down the mountain.


III.


A winter’s day came through with eyes for me,
And it gave to my person a lovely gift,
One of sweet charm and a passionate wit
Who would come with me to the Azure Sea.
True, unworthy I was of her, indeed-
But even her longing look was a lift!-
Given to me by one of perfect lips,
And a stout heart beside her perfumed breeze.
Her smile would give Queen Helen envy,
And her gaze could melt a man’s icy heart,
Her laugh would give pleasure never-ending,
And a frown could give the titan a start.
I simply cannot be without this light,
And I will fight forever for the right.

Will you join me for forever, and go to the Azure Sea together?

IV.

The man looked over the edge of the cliff, contemplating his fate. Thoughts raged through his mind; the doom at the bottom of the ravine, the loss of his Lady, the end of the world. Well, his world at least.
It was a terribly folly he had made the autumn day, as the leaves were burning. After everything he had done, seeing the Cascading Falls, watching the Pandorian Sunrise, climbing Mount Gaze, it was as if everything was a dream. Could his misfortune be real? Surely there was no such injustice in this world! No kind God would allow such things to occur. She didn’t deserve such a fate that befell her! The Azure Sea would have to wait, there was no reason for him to pursue it any longer.
He threw her ruby brooch off of the cliff.
“I am only a man! Do I deserve no sympathy?” The wind wailed, but not for him.
He stepped over the edge of the abyss.


“Wake up! You shouldn’t have drunk so much!” The man lifted his head slightly off the table to meet his wife’s gaze. Looking into her eyes, even through his alcohol-induced delirium he could see the loving look in her eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek.
“Love, you’ll never lose me. I may go away, but in the end….” He looked at her.
“Nothing but nothing could keep us apart. Let’s get ready, our ship leaves soon. The Azure Sea waits.” The man grinned, and he sat up, together they exited the inn’s bar.



The world will never wait for those who tread it’s path slowly, for those the Azure Sea is the end. The ones who travel the Sea have had their fill of the surface life and seek to forge a new path into the great unknown, unrestricted by the laws of the world. They seek something, something out there in its waves.
The story goes that people who travel the Azure Sea must relive every moment of their life, and at the end, they will realize the truth; The reason for their existence.
And so, Life continues, and the Azure Sea will reveal all. The ship awaits, and forever will not be left alone.



V.

Bronzed waves reconcile with my bow.
Liars, they rescind and form a new front.
Doldrums are occurring now,
Foretelling travel for at least another month.
The season? I cannot truly know,
However the sea holds no such compunction.
Unforgivingly my ship is lashed with rain and snow,
And I clear it, only to find another junction.
Where? Where am I headed?
You ask - Well I can honestly say:
My purpose is to go where even God hasn’t tread,
And find my unknown self along the way.
The destination, Good Lady! Is the end of the world-
The base of the endless falls.
To find the step where Cerebrus lays curled,
To hear the trumpet echo in the Great Hall.
Hark! Over the horizon is the end!
Haste! We’re almost finished with the Azure Sea!
Keep tight! We’re almost of the great bend,
The amber light has ended, now arrives the Eve!
A hall of divinity promises a hallowed tryst,
I.. I can finally see!
Friend, I am truly sorry for this,
But I cannot let forever be.


VI.

Blazing stars will give
Themselves to a heart’s lone aria
Shining with crystal.



VII.

Pastels flow and curve in all directions, rivers
filled
With….
Wondrous!
Creeping - slowly now, over the hill….
What is this! The converse of love-
Blasted landscape, cross the line-
Involved with an eternal struggle?
Pah, Absurd!
Beauty and the Beast, An obvious choice!
But why does the light feel so cold
And the dark just the same?
A disguise to hide the truth!
A trick for those uninformed!
A world for the ignorant,
I won’t stay here-
I won’t!
Love! --…
Back to the sand, Back to nowhere land I go…


Salvation was in a single grain of sand,
The end a mist-cover rift.
(I cannot live by omnipotent hand)
I will gladly return to no-where land,
If it means I won’t accept the gift.

Angel, do you hear me?


VII.


The woman sits on the boat, her husband in her arms. Waves beat against the side of the boat, and the night sky shrouds everything. Land is just ahead of her, at most a day away.
The other end of the Azure Sea.
She cradles her husbands head and holds him close. Tears stream out of her eyes and she thinks of all the things that they went through together. Sharp pain racks her, and she sobs even more.
She looks up into the sky, her eyes blurred by her tears. She sees something….something streaming through the sky. She rubs here face and gets a better look.
A series of stars arrange themselves into glowing arches, a single ray of light dividing them. They glow with the magnificence of the divine, a chorus for the ages. Then, suddenly, the image explodes into a series of shooting stars, sending a shower of brilliant luminescence everywhere, and revealing the new sunrise. The light illuminates her husband’s face, showing the smile that she couldn’t have seen in the darkness.
“Love, did you find what you were looking for?” She asks softly.
She already knew the answer and the world faded-
Just another brick in the wall.


-

‘Tis not to late to seek a newer world!
Push off, and being well in order
Smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, Until I die.

Tennyson, Ulysses

About Me: Poetry

I am.... me, the analytical opinionated thing that simply seeks to figure out all things of meaning. Filled with intense curiosity, I engage in conversations to discover the nature of relations, yet with a sense of patience I pursue greatness, for being nothing is not where I want to be.

Yes, I struggle against the thought of a stagnant reality, I seek to experience what I can, understanding that the eventuality is the greatest adventure that I'll ever undergo.

Where am I headed, you ask? I'm headed out to find the lady who can engage me with her mind, keep in tune with my time, and lazily make her way through life wandering through this beautiful rhyme. Pursuing that is my goal, to argue and banter with a woman with lilt to her laughter and together we can start a new chapter, make the world quake at it's knee's with our vibrant crafty endeavors! A woman whom I can truly respect!

But, these things are never forced and waiting is the key. I'll continue to explore, learning ever more, so that when I meet her, our scores in the game of life should at least be even!

Beyond that? I flow like water from one moment to the next, never stopping, a rushing current of entertainment and logical manipulations and expert ministrations so that I can take life by the hand and save her from the river of a slowly deteriorating time!

The Rain

Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, softly flowing
Tonight

It is in curious interest, that I
Stare outside, a lonely mind
The race is being run, down the side
Of the window/Am I behind?
Out of time?
Doubt it, the world is mine/
Just as I touch the sky, The divine/
Is already inside, already arrived,
Painting the wall in hues amazing
And these hazy thoughts-

Give themselves to a form and clarity granted by the falling of the rain,
Outstretched, slowly going
Over reaching, constantly flowing
Tonight.

Music

A heart contains several notes-
Melodies for special situations.
Played like drums or quickly strummed,
they produce emotions.
A midnight tryst contains a lovely ballad,
Tempered later by the blues;
Fighting words will illicit drama
sung by a broadway muse.
Fear of fate will still sing the gospel
following a quick bout of prayer-
While a sunset always arrives
following electronic days in subtle layers.
Anothers pain is echoed by a wailing sound,
A guitar crying their hurt that day;
While a flute, light and airy,
brings peace and fends loss away.
A snow covered field on a winters day
is reflected by all that jazz;
And a solo by a lone violin
will remind us of beauty past.
A single aria from a lonely soul
becomes a duet between lovers,
while a dirge follows inevitably
when they depart each other.
So from my heart to yours,
Why can't we sing forever?
Let's let our souls fly free and
see what music we'll make together.

Lynch Me

Smoke hangs,
Suspended in twilight to-night,
Walls washed with dark gray, the transition
The black and white,
They forever fight-
City nights and neon lights flying past

Can't you feel this punk noir?

The beat of the unseemly, lazy, pulse
Throbbing with life at every hour,
Sweet dreams, are indeed, made of these-

And these flickering, lights, shine off and on,
Lost in a chasm of their own, making
Cavernous, the specks illuminate the dark,
A walk on the borderline-
/in the park?

Night, this is our time-
The light is gone now, come play,
Flee the hazy day, embrace the gray,
Feel alive in the moonlit rays,

What do you have to say?

Moonlight

Tonight I gaze out of the nearest window/
Watching the moon filter through my shifted curtain/
Yet for what reason, I am not certain/
Inspiring a sense of calm, it eases my thoughts/
With currency of pale dappling bought/
Lest I look away, and lose my investment.

Fall Is Coming~!

'Twas a fine fall day, perfect for reflection.
October hues lay everywhere in the scene.
My Lady and I traveled no particular direction,
Enchanted by natures artistic perceptions,
We stare awestruck at the trees.