Last Commented Ballad Poems (503)

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
"That fellows got to swing."

Dear Christ! the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.

I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty place

Some trials on my way,
have been tough, may I say.
Still the outcome was worth the struggle.
You by my side, and happiness is double.

You light up my days.
I love you all the ways.
I trust the feeling stays,
when the years pass away.

Double the love and joy.
I guess the meant to be boy,
you were and will be.
With you I feel free.

I sky dive in the wind.
There is nothing hindering.
I fly free, touch the sky.
No longer, I ask "why?"

Everything went, as it was meant.
My loving thoughts I send,
to those whose will is bend.
"Look at the spring, the snow has melt.
And believe in life, after turbulence."

Sorting through the stuff as I am packing... and the reality of break-up strikes like lightening from the clear sky... It is no more. Gone. What started so beautifully drowned in misunderstanding and suspicion.

Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...

Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...

Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...

Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down our feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...

We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...

And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...

i once saw a bat
and then he shat


on my face, and so began a tail of one man
and his unconventional fetish
an everyday fairytale
some might say
but im not gay



or am i?

Dedicated to my ex-wife, mother of my eldest daughter, at a low point in her life (after our divorce), due to her addiction to drugs & alcohol

My coggles spark the memory of a ‘pillar from the past
Known too few to many, this ‘pillar had been cast
aside by those who couldn’t phantom her potential
or understood, or realized her assets were substantial

Neglected by the ones who could’ve nurtured her esteem
the ‘pillar didn’t have a clue, idea, goal or dream
of what her future had in store, her fate and Destiny
because no one had told the ‘pillar of these things, you see

And so the ‘pillar inched along a low path of despair
longing to be like the ones that flew up in the air
Convinced by peer mentality that these were futile thoughts
she settled for a path of trudging, and took the lesser plot

Perhaps it was this lack of knowing what she would become
Perhaps it was the loneliness that had her turn to some
who’d never know the joy of flying to a higher plane
because it wasn’t in them, and therefore wasn’t sane

But ‘pillar didn’t realize she had this gift from birth
since no one ever told her just what she’s really worth
And so the years of toiling with those who weren’t inclined
took its toll upon her faith, body, soul and mind

When all seemed at its lowest, when what was gained was lost
The ‘pillar listened to some sage that seemed too great a cost
“Stop my vices and my peers!?” and “Change my way of thinking!?”
Surely this would be too hard. Poor ‘pillar’s heart was sinking

But once the ‘pillar stopped and settled in to see it through
She began to see some changes. Her attitude was new!
What once felt like a prison, in fact, was a cocoon
What once was just a ‘pillar would fly away real soon

And so it was that ‘pillar’s thoughts came to realize
that all along her Destiny was meant for greater skies
Instead of finding reasons to put blame on her past
she realized her attitude would make the future last

She peeled away the cobwebs that bound her in her rut
and spread her wings so proudly – the world would watch her strut
For finally she found herself, she’d opened up each eye
and saw herself for what she is . . .
a beautiful butterfly

Fly, lady, FLY!

I wil escape you
To a place far from here
No one will see me
Watch the pain as i disappear
i only have anger
im full of despair
Won't you just leave me
There's a room for me there
There innocent beauty
My words can't describe
Thier birth was a purity
Brings a sullen tear right to your eyes
Now i have anger
im full of despair
Please let me take you
'cause I'm already there

I'm so alone
My head's my home
I return to mental entropy

crime without reason is why children die
i've been through the system
That's bleeding stones until we die
So please let me take you
And I'll show you the truth
Inside my reality
I shared in youth

[CHORUS :]
I'm so alone
My head's my home
And I feel
So alone
You know
At last
I'll return to my entropy

Now that i've disaprepeared
To a stateu might fear
I really must go back
Close my eyes and they'll disappear
Won't they come to me
Salvation well share
Inside of my head now
There's a room for us there

[CHORUS :]

Silly said I want to know
For why you are Oh I'm too slow
Better well that you shall go
Or say while others smile, they know

Mine tears are falling. Alas mine soul is wilting. I fell in love with a passing dream. The delicate whisper in the dark. Thou art not true to thine or I. Where dwelt once the starry night, heavens weep for the lies on thy frozen forked tongue. No rose which is to smell as sweet or wake mine to thy dawn? Hail to thee, God's of mercy, I beg you to take my red bleeding chest for another of thy worthiness. This sadness of sorrow burdens mine shoulders. Doth I stay forever in this cave that is my refuge, not to touch thine hand again or to wear thy encirclement upon mine hand. Confessions shared, a secret kept, forever you will weep. I crouched first at the feet of the uncertain Christian and then found solace in the Pagan hero of the hour. By cast not throw stones, but your pretty words to titter the young maidens forever more. Mine dragon hath reared his head in my stead, forever where I dwell, he will surely follow. By the sway of errant winds upon the seas, the sonnet has been read aloud in the temple. Mine dragon guards dual body and soul. This holy fire breaths truth upon this troubled time. A wreath of fire encircles mine hand in turn from yours, wrought that it be, at bay if be ye not to knock. Forever is only thine moment in time.

Stay awake tonight
till the mornin light
don't rest upon your bed
though your pillow is soft and deep
your not as sleepy as you seem
stay awake dont nod and dream
stay awake dont nod and dream

When the stars stop shinning,
And the wind begins to blow
Ill still be here smiling,
can you feel my warm glow.
The world you know so heavy,
Full of darkness sorrow and pain,
Take my hand sweet child,
Ill shelter you from the rain.
Together we can move the clouds
An let the sun rays shine on everyone
Come now little darling together we become one.