Sanitarium

Written to suit a friend's purpose, for use in a story line. After being given three words, I was to create a twisted poem around that; keeping in mind I know the first three chapters and deducing where the plot may lead... here lies attempt number one. [After sharing Attempt #1] It will apparently work perfectly ^_^


Sanitarium

Shards of glass scattered 'round
bloody shadows kiss the ground
baleful voice speaking sweet
come this way on mortal feet

All alone, cast away
joining in demented play
lost inside, dare not tell
what goes on in 'sylum cells

Whisp'ring souls never cease
pain and pills give naught their peace
crimson screams, severed core
wit and reason live no more

- 09 April 2008

Gravestones

Words that found me after a rather tumultuous evening of pastward thinking and upward gazing.


Gravestones

Hidd'n inside the iron gate
verse of yore long to be known
words of wisdom lie in wait
writ upon the ancient stone

Sleepe escapes deep troubled eyes
seeking still the stones for peace
ears hear naught but ghostly cries
whispered thoughts that never cease

Times of olde brought forth in mind
haunting souls cut fresh their scars
lost from sight, from all mankind
found by night, by light of stars

Earth-bound clouds doth mask terrain
winds blow soft a voice to guide
echoes now, the past the pain
courage won, no fear to hide

Darkened skye begins to break
thru the haze the stones are found
leaving wisdom in their wake
honor, strength and peace abound

- 24 March 2008
- revised 08 April 2008

Angelwings of Ash

Perhaps the very last poem to be finished reflecting on the time of Ace & Angel.


Angelwings of Ash

Alone in the world
feelings rise and fall
tears in her eyes
they burn

Sneaking out at night
lies caught in her mouth
is this worth it
perhaps

Angel of the skies
along side her Ace
but together
no more

Where have her wings gone
torn from her own back
burning to dust
to ash

Now she is grounded
dirt and rocks below
a path laid out
for her

Darkened skies above
a long road ahead
the choice is mine...
I walk

- 03 January 2005
- revised 13 March 2006
- revised 08 March 2008
- revised 19 March 2008

Sunset

These lines were first written with no title, no idea of where they were going, only an affinity for the fiery oranges and reds and darkening purples and blues of sunsets (as well as the applicable analogy for life itself.) Very slightly revised from the original penning 2 years ago, these lines now reflect on how short life really is ; tis better to live life to the fullest each day than to plan for all those "one days" that continuously escape realization.


Sunset

The sun sets
on a glor'ous day
the end of verve
just barely tasted

- 06 March 2008

Why I Write

A look into why I write verse in the first place. Revised only slightly from my little profile ditty.


Why I Write

Looking out into the world I see
people and ideas that affect me.
I pen lines to help me understand
my angst, my love, and the world at hand.

- 11 January 2008

Walking Away

The first tying up of loose ends from my time with Ace.


Walking Away

You don't see
inside of me
stormy seas
or final plea

You can't hear
with your own ear
bitter tears
or primal fear

You won't speak
the words I seek
lonely weeks
when you are weak

So I walk...

- 10 January 2008

The Drive Home

The first set of lines penned out in response to starting a new book in my library of life : Gauge. The only influence Ace had after the prologue Gauge and I acted out pre-Canada is seen in the completion of some unfinished verses ; a tying up of loose ends, the epilogue of Ace. The following lines reflect on the awakening of new feelings between Gauge and myself and the realization that hit me as I was driving back from his place.


The Drive Home

A flash of white
'fore turning right
was all it took
to get you hooked

Your mem'ry 'rased
of her distaste
so all of you
could shine right through
my darkened place
where love was based

But when you looked
at me you took
my heart that night
and gave love flight

- 30 December 2007