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Dragon's Domain
DRAGON'S DOMAIN
Into the Dragon's domain
Did I and my loved ones
Stray one day
A foul beast it was
All fire and appetite
And an all-seeing eye
It marked my loved ones
One by one
Then consume them in its
Mouth of fire and abomination
Only I did survive intact
To tell the tale of that day
A tale that no one can believe
Or dares to believe is true
Better to mark a man like Cain
And the blame on him to place
One day I will return
To the Dragons lair
To face it once again
Like Beowulf resurrected
My axe and sword in my hands
As I face the beast anew
In the death fight that
Will take place that day
With my final strength
With my final strength
I will plunge my sword into
That fiery evil eye
And the Dragon will scream its last
As the filth of its life
Pools around my feet
And it shrivels and dies
No more friends and lovers to consume
Redemption for my imagined wrongs
And a tribute to Saint George
Into the Dragon's domain
Did I and my loved ones
Stray one day
A foul beast it was
All fire and appetite
And an all-seeing eye
It marked my loved ones
One by one
Then consume them in its
Mouth of fire and abomination
Only I did survive intact
To tell the tale of that day
A tale that no one can believe
Or dares to believe is true
Better to mark a man like Cain
And the blame on him to place
One day I will return
To the Dragons lair
To face it once again
Like Beowulf resurrected
My axe and sword in my hands
As I face the beast anew
In the death fight that
Will take place that day
With my final strength
With my final strength
I will plunge my sword into
That fiery evil eye
And the Dragon will scream its last
As the filth of its life
Pools around my feet
And it shrivels and dies
No more friends and lovers to consume
Redemption for my imagined wrongs
And a tribute to Saint George
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Inspired by the video i posted concerning someone being falsely branded, and it can be taken as an allegory for any evil of the world you choose- evil is here represented by the dragon...
The Gift: An Empty Box
Thank you to everyone who took the time to read and comment...
Gradually taking my poetry down whenever time allows..it's taking a bit longer that I planned though.
I haven't done any writing for sometime. Writing was my therapy when I was recovering from divorce!
I have been blessed and given another means to lighten my load... reaching out to as many people in the community as I can and I can honestly say I haven't been happier.
Maybe one day I'll take to my pen again, for now I'm just glad to have this opportunity to serve others!
God bless you...everyone of you!!!
Gradually taking my poetry down whenever time allows..it's taking a bit longer that I planned though.
I haven't done any writing for sometime. Writing was my therapy when I was recovering from divorce!
I have been blessed and given another means to lighten my load... reaching out to as many people in the community as I can and I can honestly say I haven't been happier.
Maybe one day I'll take to my pen again, for now I'm just glad to have this opportunity to serve others!
God bless you...everyone of you!!!
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
I've seen many separate because they find it convenient to just say "we've just grown apart". That I think is just pathetically sad! I believe it all boils down to allowing themselves to fall into some kind of a rut...because if we do not stop treating our partners the way we treated them before we married them...if we do not stop trying to please, to respect, to surprise, to show we care, to make him/her the most especial part of our lives...I can't see "growing apart" ever having a chance on us.Marriage needs refreshing, even re-styling...again and again to keep it's blood flowing. If we do nothing, if we become complacent and never try to put excitement or adventure in our marriages we are basically not creating any memories and experiences to deposit in our box...memories to hold the marriage together when ill winds come and bother... not creating moments to cherish together is a sure way to let boredom sets in and overcome our marriages.
In my eyes, it really is as simple as keeping a good hairstyle...it needs regular trimming, re-touching if you have colour with it, it may even need blow-waving now and then to get rid of the cobwebs in our lives. The hairstyle will not hold its shape all the time unless we put the effort to keep it looking as fab as the day we walked out of the salon...or in our marriages .... or relationships....the day after we walked on the aisle...
Missed Kisses
There will come a time when salt becomes sweeter than honey...
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
When cold frozen nights suddenly become sunny...
When honey that drips from your warm softened lips...
Becomes liquid bliss that I so wish to kiss...
I suppose you would wish that I wrongfully miss...
Miss the sweet bliss that I miss from your kiss...
The bittersweet drops hidden in your sweet kisses...
The kisses that this kid oh so certainly misses....
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
It's a bit of wordplay again.
Who can say?
Who can say. that the color
Green is not smiling behind a
World unseen?
Who could be responsible for burning
The last page of poetry so that every
Tear is denied?
Will a dying earth ever be granted
A new breath in the eternal realms?
Will the lion never again receive
The praise of his power?
What would life be if no one knew
About it?
If there were no eyes to behold the
Horse in the beauty of his stride
Could we say that all that can be
Called beauty vanishes into the
Eternal night?
What are emotions, minds, and desires
If life is nothing more than mathematical
Chance..a cosmic trick of the 'god's..?
Who can say?
An inquiring mind might consider such
Things
Perhaps a fool is eating hell for
Breakfast
Someone has to die..or so they say
But some one must live to tell the
Tale
I'll be quiet now and go my way
I'm painting a picture of a
Mountain and I feel great joy
In doing such a thing
Tommorrow, I might bring you
Roses
But tonight, I ponder many things
What will we do when the clock
Strikes twelve?
Who cay say?
Green is not smiling behind a
World unseen?
Who could be responsible for burning
The last page of poetry so that every
Tear is denied?
Will a dying earth ever be granted
A new breath in the eternal realms?
Will the lion never again receive
The praise of his power?
What would life be if no one knew
About it?
If there were no eyes to behold the
Horse in the beauty of his stride
Could we say that all that can be
Called beauty vanishes into the
Eternal night?
What are emotions, minds, and desires
If life is nothing more than mathematical
Chance..a cosmic trick of the 'god's..?
Who can say?
An inquiring mind might consider such
Things
Perhaps a fool is eating hell for
Breakfast
Someone has to die..or so they say
But some one must live to tell the
Tale
I'll be quiet now and go my way
I'm painting a picture of a
Mountain and I feel great joy
In doing such a thing
Tommorrow, I might bring you
Roses
But tonight, I ponder many things
What will we do when the clock
Strikes twelve?
Who cay say?
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
Evening thought..Cafe
A Stone Wall
A stone wall weathers with age
My number becomes more feint
A beginning more distant away
What makes a spirit finally rest
Still dressed in its Sunday best
See how time wears us down
So when a leaf falls to the ground
Slowly becoming dust turning brown
Perhaps erased by the sands of time
Endlessly shaping the ground
Just biding my time I guess
I think I’ll just hang around
Run a little while longer if I can
Separating who knows what from where
No hurry to be already gone
My number becomes more feint
A beginning more distant away
What makes a spirit finally rest
Still dressed in its Sunday best
See how time wears us down
So when a leaf falls to the ground
Slowly becoming dust turning brown
Perhaps erased by the sands of time
Endlessly shaping the ground
Just biding my time I guess
I think I’ll just hang around
Run a little while longer if I can
Separating who knows what from where
No hurry to be already gone
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
Spring in the New England woods
MY SOUL
Oh my soul my soul
how will you survive
the arrows thrown
with malice
to break you
into surrendering.
Many a point pierced
bringing tears, flooding
until plugged tight.
Now you quiver in fright
learning, your attacked
by your own might.
Will you weep
salt born tears?
Never,
whilst the heart beats,
you do too.
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Posted: Apr 2016
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GO TO THE MOUNTAIN
Tips for the searchers.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
The poem speaks for itself. No explanation necessary.EXCITING
EXCITING
This life has been a mixture of
Deep rooted hate, entangled love,
A withered hand, a wrinkled glove,
But yet, somehow, exciting.
A streak of vanity and pride
That I have fought to cast aside
That my life may be well applied,
And even more exciting.
The tears I've shed for sorrow sake
Throughout my life could fill a lake,
But also tears of joy I'd make,
Because life was exciting.
Aware that it may not please God
When I think not before I trod,
And surely that does help to prod,
And make life more exciting.
I've built with no foundation laid
And paid the price for error made,
But God my execution stayed.
How thankful, and exciting.
A constant war to overcome
And rise above the filth and scum,
That I might help the lives of some
And make them more exciting.
I know not what's in store for me,
How I will spend eternity,
But this I know, it's sure to be
Abundant, and exciting.
This life has been a mixture of
Deep rooted hate, entangled love,
A withered hand, a wrinkled glove,
But yet, somehow, exciting.
A streak of vanity and pride
That I have fought to cast aside
That my life may be well applied,
And even more exciting.
The tears I've shed for sorrow sake
Throughout my life could fill a lake,
But also tears of joy I'd make,
Because life was exciting.
Aware that it may not please God
When I think not before I trod,
And surely that does help to prod,
And make life more exciting.
I've built with no foundation laid
And paid the price for error made,
But God my execution stayed.
How thankful, and exciting.
A constant war to overcome
And rise above the filth and scum,
That I might help the lives of some
And make them more exciting.
I know not what's in store for me,
How I will spend eternity,
But this I know, it's sure to be
Abundant, and exciting.
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
It is about the ups and downs of my life.
SPINDRIFT
LOST AND FOUND AT LEAST ITS NOT DOWN AND OUT AND
STRAYING OUT OF BOUNDS- I HEAR SOUNDS
WHICH MAKE ME WANDER MORE AND FIND GROUND
IN A WORLD THAT MAKES ME SHOUT AND PULL MY HAIR OUT
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME- A SLAVE TO THE GRIND TREE
(chorus) DREAMS ESCAPING ME AND EVERYTHING I'D BE
I FOUND OUT LONG AGO- THAT LIFE DON'T COME FOR FREE
FIND A PLACE BUT DON'T JUST TAKE UP SPACE
I'M NOT WHO I THOUGHT I WOULD BE
LOOKING IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR IT'S EASY TO SEE
JUDGED AND TRIED IN THIS TRIAL THAT THEY CALL LIFE
IF I CHOOSE TO SUBSIDE I'LL NEVER STAY ALIVE IN MY MIND
THE REST FOLLOW BLINDLY- I'M LEFT WITH A QUANDARY
ESCAPE FROM A MULTITUDE OF PROBLEMS
AND MAKE MYSELF AS DUMB AS THE ONES I'M BERATING
chorus
SOMETHINGS HAPPENING TO ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY
SOMETHINGS HAPPENING TO YOU AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I GUESS THAT I'LL JUST CHANGE
STRAYING OUT OF BOUNDS- I HEAR SOUNDS
WHICH MAKE ME WANDER MORE AND FIND GROUND
IN A WORLD THAT MAKES ME SHOUT AND PULL MY HAIR OUT
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME- A SLAVE TO THE GRIND TREE
(chorus) DREAMS ESCAPING ME AND EVERYTHING I'D BE
I FOUND OUT LONG AGO- THAT LIFE DON'T COME FOR FREE
FIND A PLACE BUT DON'T JUST TAKE UP SPACE
I'M NOT WHO I THOUGHT I WOULD BE
LOOKING IN THE REAR VIEW MIRROR IT'S EASY TO SEE
JUDGED AND TRIED IN THIS TRIAL THAT THEY CALL LIFE
IF I CHOOSE TO SUBSIDE I'LL NEVER STAY ALIVE IN MY MIND
THE REST FOLLOW BLINDLY- I'M LEFT WITH A QUANDARY
ESCAPE FROM A MULTITUDE OF PROBLEMS
AND MAKE MYSELF AS DUMB AS THE ONES I'M BERATING
chorus
SOMETHINGS HAPPENING TO ME AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY
SOMETHINGS HAPPENING TO YOU AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
I GUESS THAT I'LL JUST CHANGE
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
mellow jovial garage rock song. if iget decent recordings of material, then i'll post vids.MELTING
the question to all my answers fled my heart
i feel at the end but a new day has to start
completion of a quest will i pass the test?
i'm still talking to myself but i don't even hear me
take me and my children from this earth
IM MELTING
the question isn't whether or not to be
try blending righteousness with humility
there's an uneasiness about feeling blesssed
in this world of woes
i pray you what is this dust that makes up dreams
IM MELTING
i feel at the end but a new day has to start
completion of a quest will i pass the test?
i'm still talking to myself but i don't even hear me
take me and my children from this earth
IM MELTING
the question isn't whether or not to be
try blending righteousness with humility
there's an uneasiness about feeling blesssed
in this world of woes
i pray you what is this dust that makes up dreams
IM MELTING
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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
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