The Last MallornI sawThe Last Mallorn6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A tree stood alone
For it the wind played a song
Wide is its crown
Its roots through centuries strong
A trunk proud and tall
Like temple-pillars of old
The leaves that dont fall
But turn to purest of gold
The sprouting young leaves
Like gems of green light in spring
And then my heart bleeds
A dirge is the song that I sing
The last Elven tree
Upon this darkened grey shore
Over the wide Sea
Theyre gone to return no more...
Freedom - for sureAs the cold wind blows from the north and the cold bites deepFreedom - for sure2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Those with coats shiver and the street people, they do freeze
Even the birds with their natural quilts huddle up for warmth
And the short days ensure loneliness invades the spirit again
For inside those bland and featureless rooms we, once again
Hibernate our bodies, to hold on through this deep winter of life
Whilst our souls talk to us in whispers grown loud of freedom
Of pain and courage, of longings and loving, of living and dying
But forget not that your life comes with a price, no discounts
No guarantees given of winning, for all is a lottery played daily
So why care that the freedom to choose your own path could
Cost you everything you have, for you have so little to loose
It is freedom that drives you, that beckons you step forward
The same freedom that pulls you towards an unknown place
And the journey is your one, for others cannot tread with you
Though the tears that are shed will be shared; joyfully my friend
The Song of Aragorn and ArwenHe:The Song of Aragorn and Arwen6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Among the songs of waterfalls
in a valley green and fair
I sang the song of Lúthien
and spring was in the air.
Among the birches' silver trunks
I heard your silent song.
And I saw youth and innocence -
- and I felt something strong.
In that moment I lost my heart:
forever will it dwell
enchanted in your tender palm
in spring in Rivendell.
The wind sang in the mallorn leaves:
each leaf a small green gem.
I found no peace with summer breeze
in dreamy Lórien.
From distant lands under strange stars
I came weary, my feet sore.
I sought only rest from the war -
- and I found so much more...
You came to me like a king of old,
a white gem upon your brow.
And what I saw was a noble man.
And what I felt... was love.
Autumn has come to Rivendell,
the leaves wither and fall.
And I must go: to victory,
or to the end of all.
I watch you leave: as strong and wise
as a mighty king of Men.
And behind darkness, winter's chill
I hope we meet again.
Can we find the prize?Well, finally my dreams came true, after waiting so many years, I finally met you!!Can we find the prize?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
And what a meeting, miles apart, but on my path, and there you were – I knew you!
Was it fate that lead me to you at the time when I was finally free to give my all?
If I had known you were really more than a fantasy, might I have found you earlier.
So, now that we have finally met in this life, let me say 'hello', tell me about your journey.
Have you too known pain and sorrow? Have you too been betrayed and dismayed?
Have you still retained the courage to be with one who recognises the beauty within?
Will you show your inner self to me, as I will to you, if I promise to hold you with care?
Does the universe run in circles, like the orbits of planets and the phase of the moon?
Has fate been playing a grand game with the two of us, slowly pulling us together?
Like two comets, destined to pass in time many, many times before finally meeting?
Will the tides from the "moons pull" draw us together, or push u
Halbarad's FarewellThe gathering gloom, the feel of doomHalbarad's Farewell5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is an evil door
Darkness ahead, the journey's end
Is not far anymore
The threshold dark from a cold stone,
And my death lies beyond
But I follow, for you must go,
And faith is a strong bond
For noble past I've ridden south
After the sun of noon,
But for the future I will go
Into the sunless gloom
Behind that door no turning back,
And yet I'll cross this line
Towards the burning, bloody field
And hope that is not mine
Be well, my love, kiss our son
For me and for my king
Into your arms I won't return,
But don't let your heart sink
Do not mourn for me, cousin mine,
When my life's blood will flow
I only regret I won't see
The crown upon your brow
On the edges of your lipsMy soul flickers back and forth in your presenceOn the edges of your lips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I drag myself on the floor slowly, barely
I surrender to the voices promising your love
And the dream of tomorrow bringing me your scent
You do not see me nor my fading shadow
I am right here, down here, take one look at me
I lay my wings over your shoulders, I take the rain for you
I kiss the flock of birds that flew over you
I swallow every thorn in your way, I turn your path blue
I hug every glimpse of fear in your eyes
I live on the edges of your lips, I steal every word you speak
I sleep between your ribs, I sing along with your heartbeat
I built my shrine between your palms, there, I pray for your love
And yet, you do not see me nor my fading shadow
Your grip on my heart drying up every drop of life
But I will not leave, if you tear me apart, I will love you
If you burn my dreams, cut my veins , I will love you
If you put out my candle, my golden sky, I will love you
If you rip your seed out o
The Ride of RohirrimThe beacons litThe Ride of Rohirrim5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The oath gives speed
Horses and riders tall
The sparkling shield
On bloody field
We answer Gondor's call!
Kisses to wives
The last goodbyes
Who returns, we don't know
This is the day
When we can't stay
The King calls, we follow
The sea of spears
The sun sheds tears
Eorlingas ride to war
To the red day
To glory, fame
In the ancestors' hall!
Look into my EyesOf my all forms, there is only one left. Of all my senses, I use only one. I don't remember the taste of wine in Valmar. I don't remember the feel of the hammer and anvil in my hands. I don't remember the sound of the Song I sang once, before Arda came into being. I see. I see the doom nearing. It walks with soft steps into the very heart of my realm, and I know it's too late already.Look into my Eyes5 years ago in Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes More Like This
"I have come. But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!"
The centuries of watching, and yet I didn't see this coming. I know this form will not hold much longer, and so I look for the last time. Because that's what I am. Never sleeping, always burning with the devouring flame of my spirit. The Lidless Eye.
I look to the West. That is where you dwell on your lofty thrones. Manwë and Varda, even Aulë, once my teacher and master and none of you understand! No, you are not my King any longer, Súlimo, traitor of your
The DancerThe DancerThe Dancer3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At a time of pain and endless strife,
When words and acts cut like a knife,
Its hard to know which path to take,
Which one is safe, which choice to make.
But know you well, this life is yours,
Of tears and joys, fond kisses, sharp claws,
But life is there for those who chance,
And through the pain they choose to dance.
Hungry StarsAll the children were eaten by starsHungry Stars1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The televisions don't work anymore
I saw you dancing in the ruins last night
Barefoot on the sharp stones, laughing
But your laughter rang hollow
And echoed through the caverns
Old blood is never satisfied with new blood
Ring the midnight bell and come home
Your efforts are all in vain, useless now
Like the fly trying to make its way out
Crawling, dying, towards the light
There is no light for the likes of us
Only hungry stars and the glimmer through
The cracks in the boards of the floor
Down there below where the masked ones
Hold their ancient ceremonies and incantations
Let me tend to your feet, love
And we'll seek shelter elsewhere
Under A Wing With A Prayer In Your HeartLiving life on a wing and a prayer,Under A Wing With A Prayer In Your Heart3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Basically hoping you won't "crash and burn",
Can this describe the best life you can live,
An existence filled with fear, doubt and pain?
Sounds like a modern day investment policy,
Used all too often in recent years by some,
Bankers and gamblers, politicians by another name,
Sounds like a recipe for a disaster, pray to get by?
But life is for living, eyes open, with hope and love so,
How about "under a wing with a prayer in your heart"?
Thank you my dear friend, you really taught me how to fly,
Free of the noise, wind in my face, up there with the birds.
Where feathered wings show you the way and the how,
To free yourself of those chains that hold us bound,
To a fear of losing what was not even ours to loose,
And to finally show me what I already know I CAN FLY!!
Dedicated to one of the most beautiful souls I know Ricardo Diniz my teacher and my friend!
River DreamWhere I existRiver Dream7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the seasons linger
or die too soon
I cannot see
the subtle changes
or hear the cadence
I feel the shift
and taste the residue
between our lips
and on the air
it also lingers
will bring the rain
but I covet him more
suspended as we are
between the seasons
and when the dusk
is touched by
the brows of moths
he will walk away
of autumn's end
before it has begun
while I drift
a river dream
a new moon ascends...
an oar dips silently
and I shiver
Foggy Headlights (and Chromosomes)I don't remember if it was a wedding or a funeral, only the flowers...Foggy Headlights (and Chromosomes)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
seemed like millions of them
Soft, sorrowful, white flowers... roses or orchids?
I don't remember now, maybe magnolias...
You smiled a thin smile, your face pale, washed out.
If it was a wedding, I wasn't the groom.
A funeral, I wasn't the guest of honor.
I never could get things straight, somehow.
Threads of SandI look around me dressed in your dream's clothes.Threads of Sand4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petrify I admire their color -a deep, deep brown.
Like in a wonderful waltz, trembling threads of sand from my hour glass heart and Sol clef, invite me to dance.
Two rebellious tears, dash into a corner of a whisper and thought fly easily touching the pollen of a lady without regrets.
Am I dreaming!
A star is extinguished in her immortality and all my life is caught in a trail of a
Did I fall!
Hypnotized, I try to understand the secret words trap into a coffee grounds.
We drink this coffee in one morning from another life!
Who am I?
If your answer is a smile, there's no answer at all!
Where am I?
Dazed, an ultimate thread of sand, tell me:
- Where the walls love you.
TomorrowTomorrow I prepare to go out of your life.Tomorrow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm looking deep into your bright and dark iris and I see the page of unfinished story. I wonder if tomorrow is a day, or just a conspiracy of the universe?
My smile it's so telluric and my heart catch roots in a tomorrow which is abandoned in the arms of eternity.
-I love you...
Unequal whispers, or just an old cliche in the footsteps of a tango dance, so famous that it never try to keep in mind it's name?
Echoing, pain and flowers.
Reality, or merely a phantom atypical of a time stuck in a color of forgetfulness?
Questions and devotion, silence and obsolescence.
-Tomorrow is your birthday...
Tomorrow is a day just like any other days!
Four seasons, game, shyness and much dust.
ElementsEarth is the hidden strength within meElements6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The power that grounds and teaches patience
Comforting and protecting
The steadfast guidance I need
Air is the power that raises me
Cooling my skin with its gentle touch
Whispering it secrets in my ears
Tearing my sorrows from me
Fire is the life's blood that courses through me
Searing my veins with its flame
Scorching my soul with its heat
Turning me to ash so I can rise again
Water is the river that frees me
Forever the dreaming tide
The deep pool of hidden stories that I hold
Immersing me in the world beyond
Spirit is the one who binds me
Forcing me to see my true self
Teaching me to accept the path the Goddess has lain
Protecting me in everlasting love
Mountaineer's PrayerMountain is a she.Mountaineer's Prayer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With a veil of clouds she covers her face:
chaste and yet passionate.
just for a moment
just for a blink of eye
she drops the veil and steals your heart:
the white beauty
Blind is this love.
Forwards through stone and snow, do not look back!
Mist in your eyes,
embrace of cold,
and all around
just whirling snow.
And if you come too close, she covers you in
the white darkness
Capricious and moody:
she's a proud goddess that cannot be subdued -
- humble and silent
you must approach,
prepared to pay
if she takes your heart...
...and demands your life as a price in
the white anger
To be one with her,
to stand unchanging in the stream of time:
A timeless moment,
peace in the world's storm.
...If you are ready
to walk the edge of death to reach
the white infinity
The Unknown OneMy eyes mirror the universeThe Unknown One6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and evening roses paint my lips
A veil of shadow is my hair
My laughter binds you - and then keeps
And drink me with full sips
I am your only faithful one:
the lover of your pains
And when fate rides a chariot
them I'm holding the reins
A song beats in your veins
Now lean to my ear, my beloved
and whisper: what has sense?
What has a meaning when you feel
me beside you in dance?
Be worthy of my hands!
My kisses are freezingly sweet:
all pain and sorrow you forget
I'm watching every step of thee
until you get where you should get
So don't be sad!
I'm waiting for you
EpitaphWalking in the dead of nightEpitaph4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Almost apprehensive of the sky
Stars sparkle in the black expanse
Black clouds go rolling by
As a cool breeze falls upon him
So too does a notion
That life is brief and fleeting
Like a wave upon the ocean
Then he must stand tall
Look the world in the eye
Master his own destiny
Not dwell on how or why
For this is not a dress rehearsal
He shall only have one shot
To make his mark forever
With the best that he has got
And if his best amounts to nothing
At least he will have tried
And that shall be his epitaph
After he has died