Bright Bright Bright Like a Star
A little tribute to the enigma of hope and humanity .....as told perhaps somewhere in a cave all huddled around a fire.
Rejected By Girls And Boys
I wrote this 3-24-1998. This would be a song I'd probably just put into paper for a book of poetry. Sometimes better to be a word man than a bird man! lol
Another Christmas Eve
Another 5 minute wonder
The Twilight Realm
Just a cute little poem about the sunset witha touch of fantasy thrown in.
mermaid
sea of souls far and wide generations ebbing tide on the sand footsteps see she walks ahead of me footsteps stop beside the water fish tail in place i see lori lee aqua woman singing siren mermaid she was she cursed by rejec
iSagittarius
disenfranchisements from underneath thePines ~: )
Stargazing
Not a poem.. Just a silly story.. ?? Sometimes the mind loses itself in meanders of impression of an instant.. Just a quick second.. Weird introspection.. Or touching the Truth!? I don't know.. ??
BATTLE FOR DESTINY....FINALE
THE END........Andrew.....xxx
The Lost Of Terra
This is the place where all come Here and now they gather Everything must come to an end Life force slowly trickles out Others flow like a river Some depart so very young Then others so long to linger Only the gods answers have For them it’
Letter to a Teacher (or how to re-write history)
Now I come to a section that I rather would not. I find it hard to tell you this and I really don't know where to start so I will start somewhere. It is hard for me to tell you that you are wrong as far as the history of grape growing and wine produc
Long Ago In A Galaxy Far Far Away
A muse about a great fantasy place
The Storm
thunder and lightening very very frightening, scare me not you howling misery, life is better than your scary destiny. uncover the beauty of lifes tender love, uncover the truth of lifes gentle rose, get out your camera, while i strike a po
The Rain
I wrote this 11-10-1997. This song is about the change of seasons. The Rain tells a small example of a story of it, I suppose in a psychedelic sense!
S'HAN'PIET.......Part...2
wonder where this might go.....heheheh......Andrew....xxx
world
well i just made it up i am still just learning
dawn of battle
felt like it
You're A Stranger To Me
Hello lady I don't know you you're a stranger to me You wear white gloves and a bright blue dress I've seen you long ago maybe somewhere way out west Perhaps Arizona the marvelous grand canyon possibly I'm not certain I'm just wondering So I
Insomnia
i've got insomnia...yeah insomniaholic
FG3.....Rise Of The Groth...(Part 13)
getting there...lol....Andrew....xxx
Midnight on the Lea
Was wandering through the woods last night.
similar
I don't know.
Made Of Paper And Pen
From writer to reader How would I know what to say I know you're looking for something But how to be carried away For I'm not talented No major breakthrough words around the bend From writer to reader I'm only made of paper and pen Perhap
Unnamed Dragon Rider pt III
Part III of the Unnamed Dragon Rider
forbidden fruit
she is beautiful like an angel from the sky is this love i feel tonight who is this angel i see before me her beautiful eyes skin of gold yellow hair like the sun such beauty i fall to my knees just to see this angel trying to ki
The Shaman
I would like to be a Shaman To be able to confer with spirits Invisible in the exercise of intent Sacred objects painted faces Are only to impress They need it not It is all for show. To appear in two places Is the mark of a great Shaman
MEMORIES (part 3a)
I can hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall, sounds like heavy work boots. This sound is enough to take me back. Must have been around 1970, going by memory, I was up in Darwin working as a roustabout on an offshore oil rig. Not the usual plat
MEMORIES (Part 1)
My eyes wander around the room, it’s a pleasant room as far as rooms go, but it’s a room in a retirement home. Light flowery curtains and matching flowery lounges and chairs. I’ve never been a lover of flowery furniture, it reminds me of old people.
FG3 RISE OF THE GROTH...(Part10)
For those following the Faerie Glade story, resuming at part 10 in the third book.......FG3 Parts 1-9 are on my poetry page 8......Hope you enjoy it....Back the the writing...it feels good to be back!...LOL.....Andrew...xxx
(The invisbile northen wave)
The invisible northern wave to the basic island nomads is my name. Ive done my time its windy blow this thought away it kills me. don't go into this ring of fantasy's I need to be loved. fake is backwards on your face i don't no this move any more co
AL DI LA MY LOVE
THIS IS A POEM
Dream Ship
I dream my ship lands on the lawn A door slides open I step inside Sit in the pilot chair Cap and helm in place In computer interface Take me to my beloved Manipulate time To be there for tea So ever again in fancy free Beyond time a
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Oh what can ail thee,knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no bird sing. Oh what can ail thee,knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's d
Velvet Soul
Immerse yourself into the silent waters Let the peace of the present infuse you As the past drifts away beyond recall Renew and invigorate the inner balance That touches your velvet soul Embrace the quiet spaces in between the places Where the
Legend of Mara (Part II)
The six midwives bustled around, getting things ready, as midwives do. Boiling water, towels and all sorts of paraphernalia that I couldn’t even guess at. And just as suddenly the time was here. Out popped a baby, of course it was a baby but somethin
To The Bottom Of The Sea
Wrote this one 11-15-1997. This is one of my songs to where I wrote out the chorus and then lead vocals instead of the other way around. Until then
Saturday night Enterprise
tweeeeeeeeeeet...all hands report to the holodeck!
Shine
This is the first poem i wrote, it also started me off into my book. If you want to know whats it about youll have to read it again and again.
short sighted paradigm.
this poem is about most questions in life. not with pure definition to aliens. but the more vindictive strive in life. to create ones own truth. and still have a certain pester for a divined force to help us out in things we don't know very well.
-——Let me be——-
Coming round looking down the enemy that always around keep my feet solid chosen memories come through I am not clouded by you I see your art I swear we’re apart but similarly taken bound repeating sounds I stay in one place for eternity do you dare
Ashen Dreams
An evil man stands before me, with eyes dark as midnight sky A life of pain and sorrow, soul so lost, it made me cry But there's a glimmer of hope, deep within his ashen dreams A chance at his redemption, or so to me it seems His world cr
GRIEF
A song from the heart Of Allwyn Marcher, ( My alter ego in an Game of D&D), on the subject of grief For any Interested below the song I have posted it again but the way other players would have seen it Verse by Verse in game, Every thing in (* *) are to emote the song he sings It's hard too convey feeling in a game when all *spoken* interaction between players is expressed in text. In the real world I know this is not fantastically good But Allwyn was an amazing bard , His performance score was 62 But In games terms the performance of song brought a whole town to tears Context He sang this song over his family's Graves. They were massacred in a Massive Orc and giant Uprising. A fantasy world is not all "they lived happily ever after" you know