RosesRosesRoses, red and darkAs the nightHearts are heavyStricken with blightAs the funeral progressesThrough dew-lit grassThe heavy black dresses,Old buttons of brass.And a little girl, a little girl,Who stands in the crowd,Tears, like diamonds on her necklace of pearl,With red roses, velvet and sweetClasped in her tiny hands,To lie to the grave resting at her feet.The red roses, the red roses,The death in their hearts,Shielded forever, those beloved roses,With final words: To death 'till we part.
The Endless IsleI come by horse of white, in armour made of elves,Through endless grass and tree,Far-fetched land, oft misery?Nay, say IIn this land of greenWhere Dutchesses rulewith peace unto thee,Whisper wind through knee-high grass,Horses wild and free.Birds and beasts living, roaming,in Valoria, the land of Trees.Cliffs of grayest, darkest stone,Looking unto theeWhere Captain brave keeps watchful eyeOver the lands of grass and tree.
Thunder is my SoundtrackThunder is my Soundtrack, Lighting is my Light ShowAs I lay in bedAs insomniac as I am,Without myiPod or laptopI go to deafen myself to the worldWhenCrash!Thunder rumbles through the sky.I toss my purple Shuffle asideAs I realize,I don't need Enya, or Nora Jones, or even Linkin ParkOn this night.No, because tonight,The thunder is my soundtrackAnd the lightningIs my lightshow.6/22/11 (VEEERY EARLY, MY MINIONS)
World War IWorld War IShell-shockedMoaning in the trenchesBarbed wireAs foreboding fences.Grenades and gas,And machine-gun fireBlood spilling to dying grassBodies burned on a mile-high pyreScarce rest, where it mayAllow for tired soulsThe War of the WorldIs taking its tolls.And to our withered lands,I say,War, come back another day.6/6/11
VelvetBlack shadowsFormed andNurtured by Goddess Moon,Spinning a black webOf velvety darknessThe silent predatorOf Midnight.Cocooning around meWrapping me in aNauseating peace.Linking betweenA comfortAnd an evil.It is impure,Yet much cleaner than theVery air we breatheIt is cruelYet it is kinder than anyMercy,Or saint.It is hateful,Yet it cares in every possible way.It is my savior.My version of aGuiding light.It comforts me,WhisperingGhostly murmurs in myEar.My eyes seekEvery little detailTrying to bring them intoSharp focus.My tears adorn itLike glittering gems,Threaded upon itsVelvet string.3/14/11MLT
Forgotten TreeForgotten TreeCompanion Piece to "Remembered Sea"The forgotten;The flow of the riverAndThe whisper of the trees,The gold and silver ofThe leaves.The glowing orb of theGoddess MoonAnd the clouds drifting slowlyAwayTo the land where the dead do sway.Climbing upwards through theEarthOf their binding tombsTheir fleshless skull, housing no lights ofA mind gone far too soon.Soulless, as they do resideIn the land, of the graveside.They meander, wondering"Where could it be?The fleeting land ofForgotten Tree?3/2/11 MLT
Remembered SeaRemembered SeaCompanion Piece to "Forgotten Tree"The remembered;The crash of the wavesAndThe whisper of the sand.The grays and blues ofThe days.The shining light of theEmperor SunAnd the clouds drifting slightlyAstray.To the land where the children do play.Skipping rope upon theDriveOf their country homesTheir gleeful minds, housing the smarts ofA mind not put to use.Soulful, as they do resideOn the sand, of the seaside.They linger, remembering,"Where could it be?The joyful land ofRemembered Sea?"3/2/11 MLT