I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
'Ware The Fae'Ware The FaeTo those who walk the secret places,Open spaces,By the meresThrough shadowed night and mornings brightWhen deft sunlightThrough branches spears,O'er the hills and e'er anonWhen heights are wonAnd clouds enfold,Or diving 'mongst the reefs of goldAnd sights untoldAnd floating there,Who, ming'ling with creatures of oldAnd fishes boldAnd mermaids' hair,Patrol the surf and dunes of sandAlong the strandAnd listenFor the callFrom Neptune's hallWhere the seashells slide and glistenYou who sleep among desert starsWhen camel carsSoftly jingle,Who through the dust and on the prowlWith coyotes' howlDo mingle,To those whose tracks lead ever backTo leafy scenes,In jungles green,And those who cross great grassy plainsWithout trainsor contrails,You who hearken to the Lady's callAnd see it allAnd everThat she unveils for you to share,If finding thereYourself,Then be aware that if you dareIf you use care:You will findThat which ever onward trailsL
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.With eyes of amber,Which hold fallen stars,And that reflect the moon's glow.I am the Inferno wolf.With my fiery heart,That burns for a mate.And the passion to run free.I am the Aquatic wolf.With my liquid movements,That help calm my pack,In times of confusion and pain.I am the Wooded wolf.With my pine needle fur,That stands on end in fury,When danger threatens my pack.I am the Aero wolf.With my bone chilling growls,And my light hearted howls,That reach even the heavens in the sky.I am the Earthen wolf.With my sand paper paws,That help me grip,And rip into the earth when I run.I am the Elemental wolf.Though I may seem strange,With all my forms,I am actually one.With one heart,One soul,One desire,I am the wolf.*howls*
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their headsto lift the forest heart with secret songs.And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,accepting tribute, as is their just due.A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,lie cold and white, until the time shall cometo rise again and fly beyond the mistsin service to the King Returned. But nowa time more yet must pass before they wake,and life shall slumber still within their veinsuntil the Lord and Lady call them backto take their place in wicked earth again.Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,and stone and steel and murder be laid low,for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,no grief can fall nor human psyche knowthe sting of death. The night will be here soonwhen maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
WolvesThe Howl The NightDid Not OpposeBy Justin BorerIn the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.Then moonlight shines through the trees.The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.This figure has nothing to prove.Steathy and strong it continued to move.The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.With its pointed ears every creature it does know.The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.He felt alone, that, no one could deny.through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.He looked up at the bright full moon.He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.Hoping s
My EnglandI care not for neon lightsor garish 'stylish' clothes t' buy,I only want the sun t' shinein fair o' pleasant England.I care not for new Ipadsor nipping out to take a drag,I only want t' grab a bagand hike in my own England.Plastic smiles and distant hugsI think for now I've had enough,I only want the land I lovethe moors and woods of England.Silver bark and golden leavesBirds sing soar in autumn breeze,I only want the grasses greenin glowing dusk of England.Now I'm old and still I sighat admirals red and foxgloves high.Yes, I feel there's no place likemy homey fields of England.
Fresh SnowfallWinter's strong hand reaches for your bonesShadows intermingle with fresh snowfallWhat joy is there in a heart cold as stone?So far away is the chickadee's tonesWith great ease does such poetry enthrallWinter's strong hand reaches for your bonesAll that greet your ear are the frigid groansOf evergreens assaulted by stiff squallsWhat joy is there in a heart cold as stone?On the forefront of your psyche there dronesBlack nihilism's ever-constant callWinter's strong hand reaches for your bonesYou have long forgotten when hope last shonewhen shadows over your heart did not crawlWhat joy is there in a heart cold as stones?Between the vigorous gale's icy moansAnd the constant layers of fresh snowfallWinter's strong hand reaches for your bonesWhat joy is there for a heart cold as stone?
The Maxberg ArchaeopteryxI waited in a tiny house without a light or door,That each progressing day was slightly smaller than before,Until I felt the sudden urge to break and struggle free.I came into the world in only natal feathers dressed,Among my likewise siblings in an interwoven nest,Atop a shrub amid a land surrounded by the sea.Each day my father came to us with smaller lives to eat,As slowly I grew larger and my feathers more complete.Along my longest finger formed a broad and glossy wing.With wings to press me forward I could climb an upright wall,And now the nest where I had dwelt was also strangely small,And I could not ignore the larger island's beckoning.My wings had grown sufficient to support my weight in air,And prey could now be chased and won without my father's care.Observing my lagoon-encircled kingdom from above,Another hunger came to me beyond the quest for food,To recreate on my behalf my natal nest and brood,And prove to a companion my deserving of her love.For every
Orb of NightThey say the stars will guide you home,so there, I stare, when I’m aloneRoaming through the vacant air,my pale skin chilled, for I am bareI hope my glow can pierce the night,my pitted skin, emitting lightMy dark shadows, they do roam-Maybe they will guide me homeAnd as the birds fly through the sky,I solemnly must say goodbyeThey flap their wings, and fly due south-Will they lead me to my house?And then the sun peeks through the hill,and I, myself, feel rather illI give to her, a kiss goodnight,and go to sleep, as she sheds lightI’ll come again, and see her soon,Signed with sincerity, The moon.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again