Quest of...Part 1
Quest of the Mystic Knight Part I : Darkness Abounds
Dark demons conjured from their dank tomb
Spreading evil - at the Order of Satan's wish for gloom
Across meadows flowering this wave of fire goes breathing
Scorching everything beautiful – everything living.
Lightlessness creeps over a land left barren
Obstructing even the brilliance of heaven
However a fair maiden wanders aimlessly
Over the desolate landscape vigilantly.
Amidst the ruin she finds a single lily flourishing
Glowing brilliant still amongst the decaying
A sign of life still untouched by the devastation
A sign of beauty purity hope and salvation.
From ashes of Lucifer also rises in beauty
A new Hero – A New Glory to battle this Evil Entity
The danger lies not within His also rising Wisps
It lies within ourselves, are we willing to help what He risks?
Winter DreamsWinter Dreams6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little wizened man
caught lightning on his tongue
and put it in jars
with copper keys
and let it sing
in branches green
the winter night
and keep the dark at bay.
And his fragile fingers
hooked dragonflies on threads
and placed them on stones
with spinning spoons
and let them dance
on river beds
the winter chill
and keep the warm of day
His bony ancient hands
grew fiddle ferns in pots
and caught their scent
like new found books
and hid those notes
on rooftop slates
the winter's tide
and keep the cold away.
His gentle tiny thumbs
made puzzle dolls from leaves
and dressed their charms
with soft moss shoes
and tucked them in
the children's beds
the winter's blues
and deepest shades of grey.
And when at las
gonethat limp,gone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
left warbling on my desk
where the glass
went sick with longing -
how do we start over?
your note said it all
when you put down the pen
and I could feel the air
forget your name,
coals in the grate
hissing their warning
like a dirge.
i was born too late
and the robins bare mourning
on their breasts
your feet always knew
the way home,
fighting their instincts,
with the purge
of simple lies
crushed under them
like the lost gift
SuddenlyGoodbyes said in too much haste,Suddenly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with regrets in shades of grey.
Repressed anger and frayed emotion
with promises broken, for reasons only seen
through rose-coloured glasses,
on the faces of nameless people.
Days in monotone, clouded with desire and
the hope of disquise, given by the marionette
with no strings.
Screaming the answers we need to hear, but
still the lonliness is felt, in a room filled with
bodies with no souls.
The acrid smell of desperation is so potent, as
to take away our breath, and leave us gasping
for the very air we breathe.
Saturated in the belief that torment is all encompassing,
and our free will is locked in a Pandora's box,
struggling with ego and self pity.
Too much to deal with, and set aside in rows
of matchbox cars, and only played with when
Life is as sudden as a tempest on the horizon,
or as drawn out as a mindgame of chess, with
too many pieces in all the wrong places.
Suddenly, is what I feel and suddenly, is
In the darkIt was the complete and utter silence that I noticed first.In the dark6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So quiet that it was unnerving to the point of the hairs standing up on the nape of my neck.
It is impossible to be this quiet.
There has to be a sound of some kind.
The wind in the trees.
Insects at their nightly rituals.
But there was nothing.
It was making me uneasy to the point that I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath.
Then came the darkness.
So encompassing that it overwhelmed my senses.
I was blind in the dark.
Deaf in the silence that my sense of smell was going into overdrive.
There was a scent, but it was impossible to recall where I had smelt it before.
It was not an aromatic scent but more of a instinctly pungent odour that had me wrinkling my nose.
Hard to describe.
It was actually similar to rotting garbage but sweeter and warmer.
Sounds weird I know but in this icy cold darkness the smell made me feel warm.
Putting one foot in front of the other I started to take small, steal
To RememberMy breath, is caught, within a sighTo Remember6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remembering moments of days gone by
My Lovers found and passion spent
Of no regrets and friendships meant
Our souls entwined for evermore
The rhyme and reason, my heart to store
I see myself so fancy-free
Each day was filled with what was me
A woman in a world of hope
Of seeds to sow and ways to cope
With promise and the need to know
Adventures fresh with eyes aglow
I see, I saw, my eyes I close
my precious moments, in time I froze
I hear, I heard, now silence reigns
Of sounds and words, the fear that feigns
the truest part of who I am
Of caring more, to give a damn
I have spiralled headlong within the mist
No consequence in love's first kiss
To feel complete and find my place
Amongst the twisted in this space
Oh please I pray, please grant me more
Of whats behind life's hidden door
Each day my body succumbs to age
As true as writings on this page
My heart and soul remain the same
My mind i
SilenceThis silence is ever mocking meSilence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving me nowhere to run and hide
The reasons for this solitude
Are reasons why you lied
Jagged edges of dreams, gone in a foray of cruel words
lost between the pages of torn letters and the stories
Fingers trailed bloodied lines through the matted hair
of restless nights and the nightmares of secluded lust,
alone and abused with only the shallow recesses of days
This silence is ever mocking me
Screaming out my name
But fools are we to have believed
That love was not a game
You saw in me my fraility, shredding my innocence till
my heart lay unprotected in a pool of confusion and
the beating stifled in a sigh
I am dead but for the pulse that races but cannot call my name,
no more to see or speak or feel within this shell that slips over
the bones encasing a sullen soul fighting to breathe
This silence is ever mocking me
Giving creedence to all the pain
No longer will my love shed tears
A tryst with n
Film NoireIn my dreamsFilm Noire6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is a spy,
long and cool,
like a sleek pulp novel -
or someone Bette Davis played
in an old black and white movie,
and she's dressed
in impossibly tight taffeta -
grey and smoky under starlight
that could shake down the world.
I see her
sitting on a bar stool,
sipping a sloe gin fizz
waiting for a man
in a fedora to enter
and make his mark
on the world
and her heart.
He will approach her slowly
and order what she is drinking
and let his fingers
tapping the glass
be small talk
as he takes a seat.
She will pump him
for his secrets -
blue prints of souls
and lists of lost worlds
while she smokes a Sobraine
in a slender ivory holder.
And he will break her code
through the long night
under a ceiling fan
that makes the warm air
with deadly calm
and the kind of force
that makes her forget
IndecisionA soul I am, thats lost my wayIndecision6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Midst the confusion of today
No purpose or zest left in my step
Leaving me shallow, and bereft
The promise in today has come and gone
Taking the tune from within my song
Dark Shadows cast upon the ground
Silently, yes, without a sound
"But" I say "This cannot be"
For You are You and I am Me
And with this life I have to make
For much is here that is at stake
I sigh and think "Where do I start?"
I place my hand upon my heart
Please open up and let me free
Let me see the joy, there is to see
I could not glance in front of me
What should be clear, was perplexity
I have to free my inner self
To find whats pure and full of wealth
Of what this life can help me strive
To help me breathe and be alive
Dont judge me for my insecurities
For all of us have these tendencies
Tis truely a gift to master those
Of which do cause our heart to close
So smile I will and dream again
Of Summer days and Winter's rain
A lover's DanceA lover's Dance6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh my love let this dance begin
Of feelings sought and the warmth within
To start what we most surely feel
Our love and lust will yet reveal
Two souls alone but yet as one
A sensous tryst as yet undone
See me please as I do live
A gentle soul with much to give
My Passions raw and senses sweet
Dreaming whence our love will meet
Heat and friction to the flame
Will ignite our temptous game
A gentle touch on skin so raw
Of beauty found and seasons flaw
Can not be found within our eyes
Spread beneath the bluest skies
Oh passion please ignite us still
To sate our love and get our fill
Your skin so soft and warm to touch
Of tangled limbs and our feelings rush
As two bodies are entwined as one
To bask beneath the warmest sun
Sated in love as well as lust
Filled with want and bathed in trust
Our journey together will unfold
Of smiles and laughter and tales untold
The two of us have beauty found
As soft and pure as hearts do sound
So leave me not to go again
PsalmStep into the lightPsalm6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where you don't look so pure
and let me
count the ways I love you.
were never pilgrims
but I like how they
find my skin in the dark
and your lips
never touched God
but they are divine
on my hips
and your thighs,
never dainty angels,
look almost holy
against my sheets...
Chelsea MorningMorning tea comes too soonChelsea Morning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a slap of newsprint
at my door
while twenty floors below
some sweet young thing
promises the end of the world
on a postcard.
If these walls could talk
I would probably weep
because the paint
has not been seen in years
and covers nothing.
My pillow is a thin buffer
against the noise next door,
and down the hall
I can hear the maid
flick her ashes
down the laundry chute,
slipping the matches
into her bra
and praying the guy in 113
did not dream of her again
all over his sheets.
My blanket weighs a ton
and the elevator grinding
to a halt
is my last stab
at anything rational.
This must be how Joey felt
or maybe Sid.
You know -
funky in a beat up sort of way,
the mattress upstairs
and last night
taking up too much space
in my mouth.
MilkwoodI've got that old 2 am feelingMilkwood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
eloquence drowned in brandy wine
spirits my veins,
makes my words go boisterous
my poetry sounds brilliant
thundered back to me
from the bricks
spinning under my head.
I am at war with the worlds
sliding down my walls
and stars from the gutter
battering the sky
with the unpinned glory of gods
and my random lunacy
ricocheting and left dancing
through the trees' black lace
like the brash kiss of armageddon....
LiesIt's the soft fall of liesLies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at first light
come forth to greet you -
words that enter the window
to never leave .
They make holes
in the dawn
and stir the sheets so gently
you can smell
morning cling to his back
and you believe
that his body
can blot out
dresses your hopes,
those small shapes
and his kisses
you don't know
where you begin
to open the door.
So you plead mercy
and let his hands
do the walking,
wishing the day
would fade into the walls -
and that his whispers
just like the life
on your pillows...
MiracleYou said Jesus knows my soulMiracle5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is yellow as this road;
and the boats in the channel
keep my head clear
while I watch him
drown my sister's dog again.
He calls it baptism -
a miracle of science.
He says I do not need a calendar
or a parent's love
to find Him
on the weak and narrow
and that solace
is a good, strong bread
left in the poor box
every Sunday morning.
But I like to pretend
He keeps his Dodge 57
on my lawn,
turning up the daisies.
We can drive it
all the way to Memphis
on one tank of gas...
To OthelloCome, my lord,and we will makeTo Othello5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that legendary beast -
your dark against my light
among these shadows
on the wall.
Let me soothe that livid pucker
from your doubting skin
and rend the jealous knit
of your jerkin
like a slow weave against my breasts.
Let me sweeten the wine -
honey singing in the gourd,
drowning his false words
in a stupor,
just a viper lost at duskling
that my lips can ease
into an afterthought.
this handkerchief is pure,
chaste as the light
that beats upon our names,
threatening this house;
and the envy of lesser men
weighs upon me here
like war drugged children
left dreaming in your fingers.
False ProphetThe road killFalse Prophet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your thoughts
trips you up,
and spills you out
on hot asphalt
and bright pins,
and shards of black glass,
dug deep under your nails.
you spin and weave trouble
like spiders in jars,
where legs tangle
and eyes grow beady
in the tight air
with wasted time
like a twisted clock
the black threads of your lies
with your sharp white teeth
hanging like old news
in the corner,
as withered as your heart
spat out like demon seed
in someone else's head.
Portrait, Part IHe did not know when he had first started watching her. It was as if he really had no concept of time or maybe time just did some sort of unrehearsed dance when he got near her, as if the moments, minutes and hours themselves could not be trusted in her company. And while he could not really recall the whens of the first time he saw her, other details were still almost too sharp and clear, like a favorite painting where one can touch the colors and feel the shapes slip off the white bluff of canvas and slide under the skin.Portrait, Part I6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In fact, he was not even sure what it was he first noticed about her... It had been a warm night in New Orleans, the French Quarter, one of those perfect jewels of an evening where a sickle of silver moon seemed to crowd out the sky and all the stars stood at attention as if waiting for something to happen. The soft blue moan of jazz had caught his feet on Bourbon Street and nearly tripped him up, spilling him out through the crowd on his way to Cafe du Monde, savor
MemoryMemory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is a newly spun toy,
the gilded play thing of lovers
who wrap protestations around limbs
and move in ancient tongues
under the sheets of dreams.
The after-taste of your body on mine
is the powerful shock wave
where half-worlds collide
and wreck the night with unholy music.
Your fingers implore me and beg for damage,
each inch of you a bruise of my lips
and a livid scar that puckers
the wicked edge of my want...
ScorchThe white cotton of a summer dayScorch6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
streams across June
like paint peeling off porch railings
buttercups go drowsy in window boxes
watching the world nod and doze
and the burr of cicada wings
rubs the still air scorched
and scars the sky
like locusts on honey
His Return To KimberlingHe walks a dirt roadHis Return To Kimberling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The autumn breeze blows
As leaves fall and cascade gently
With the colors of the season
Bring a remembrance of days many seasons ago
When he last walked this road
A stranger wandering the hills far from home
A smile comes over his face at the memory of that day
He has longed to return
To see the lass of Kimberling again
To enjoy her company and her hospitality.
He rounds a bend and there he sees
A log home and there upon the porch she sits
As if waiting his return.
He nears to see that glimmer in her eyes
That smile of recognition and welcoming.
He sits down next to his friend
Embraces her and she rest her head on his shoulder.
They sit there in silence watching the sunset.
As stars begin to fill the night sky
He notices she's fallen to sleep
Nestled so peaceful upon his shoulder
A picture of quiet comfort on her face
Gently he picks her up
And moves her to her bed.
Quietly he places her beneath the covers
Bends, kisses her cheek and whispers
disturbingit's disturbing -disturbing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the words left
under your chin
or bad paint.
best left unsaid and
in our pockets
blue and forbidden
out of doors
where your smile
and catches my ankles
like wayward children
like bad ink
touching our night
Hamlet's Last LamentFrom atop this perfect perchHamlet's Last Lament5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I spy with my little eye
something, something rotting
in the state of Denmark -
maybe just my father's last rites
or his breath
off the North Sea
like a whiff of bad luck
holding up these ramparts.
I see his ghost
playing cards in the stable
and trying to bed the chambermaids
in the larder again
but Gertrude doesn't notice -
too busy at her loom
unravelling her lady's parts
and longing for a mama's boy
to suckle at her loins.
I watch the girl next door
and sleep alone,
worn down by a week's catechisms
to pin upn her sleeve,
a parting gift
from this unconstant swain.
And far below my fool awaits,
his dull circle of bells
and felt-flap cheeks
somersault across the rocks
beckoning me to join him.
Hell's teeth -
it's a glorious night for a swim
and the leap just might take
my breath away.