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How to phrase this, I have all these stories to tell about my recent experiences. How I have changed. And few to share them with. Just tired today. Went through many old photos and letters. Today, seems my masochism knows no bounds. Increased my isolation. Training is going okay. Just wish I didn't know as much as I did about so many. My wounded heart screams for vengeance. But my better angels hold sway for now. Something achingly beautiful is in my thoughts fighting to break free of the chrysalis. Perhaps someday. But not today. I have this desire to strike out. Right a few wrongs. Maybe regain some of my spirit in the process. For a little while I don't care who I hurt. I have been relegated to regrettable and best forgotten. And so much sacrificed for the ungrateful. It's about time I do the same, cause some more damage. If I am going to be cast as the villain I might as well revel in it. I have a sit down with my seraphim.

broken wings - a request

Bright of feather,
Hollow of bone,
Earthbound tether,
Heaven’s Shown,

Unable to recall,
Words once spoken,
Brace for fall,
My wings broken,

It oft calls,
Me to embrace,
But these walls,
Hide her face,

Her soft reply,
From once upon,
“You’ll not fly,
I moved on”

So you ask
“Was it a lie?”
All a mask?
Beloved’s deny

Wordless steal,
At night gaze,
Wings won’t heal,
In spiting maze…

But I did,
Love with all,
My love outbid,
Yet still thrall,

So no vow,
Will suffice,
No hopes endow,
My sacrifice,

Live I still,
Ask not why?
Again I will,
Regain the sky,

update

I am alive and well. Missing my sky. Been a hard few weeks readjusting. Working on my fight. Putting some poems and old fictin together for blog fodder. Miss so much and I listen for whispers in the dark. It's the uncertainty that bugs me. So use to commanding presence. But we shall see what the world has to offer.

storm, ocean and sky

The storm, a neo-fable

Two lovers meet in lightning,
Kiss of thunder tears of rain,
Wind wracks, wave break whitening,
And to this tale arcane,

Once, The sky and sea were one,
And on horizon touch,
But jelous was the sun,
And with fire parted such,

Fires roared and flash brilliance,
Gods fears mock the earth.
Ocean reaching up to eminence,
The heavens seek rebirth,

The sun burned the water,
And the steam filled the sky,
The sky howled at the slaughter,
The seas life passion burning dry,

The sun devoured the air,
Few alive still remember,
In smoke hid the lady fair,
Her flesh torn with ember,

The sun scream and sunder,
Star sky trap yearning to be free,
In the storm one may wonder,
Does the sky still miss the sea,

The ocean made the deal,
To never have a form,
And to the save his sky appeal,
Touch only in a storm.

Tossing in turbulence,
The lonely ocean rages,
Regardless of consequence,
The storm rocks the ages,

SO to this very day,
The sea and sky await,
Their love will find a way,
To touch again tis fate……..

experience

Experience


To hard labours we prostitute,
Our precious finite time and lives,
In experience there is no substitute,
In those moments my soul thrives,

I’ve danced oft with the dark lady,
Her sickle aimed for my heart,
To reap the crop of my Arcady,
Those experiences my life’s art,

Few will dance with her as close,
And look into those desperate hollow eyes,
A lively tune thought the dancer morose,
It’s living life this skeletal maid despise,

Times like that are few and far,
And this death is somewhat kinder,
Over this old heart is that scar,
A parting gift and a reminder,

Climbing mountains, fighting duel,
Loving true with all my might,
And at times I am that fool,
When I give death my spite,

She persists in relentless threat,
For lost loves we pine,
I say this no hint of regret,
I lived a life that was mine.

stages

Stages


At the entrance I paid it’s fee,
And in the dark the footlights shine,
My spirit, like the verse is free,
And in that moment your soul is mine,

Like the actor deal in layer,
And we gird to the task,
Our religeon the players prayer,
As we once again don the mask,

Give me words and heroic deed,
Villains, heroes, or support,
For your love fills the deepest need,
With demonic muses we consort.

Soon the players time will pass,
We had your heart, in our hand,
Our other life Is hourglass,
Life and death at our command,

And in this bargain devilish,
We lied for you to believe,
The latter truth we did embellish.
And we were paid to deceive,

But as all things grow in stages,
Ancient player smiles to callow youth,
The players in aged page rages,
To find a nobler truth,

The big bad wolf’s plea bargain


At dinnertime in central park,
I prepare my meal and contemplate,
Of times long past and dark,
When all the stories congregate,
At the others I growl and bark,
In the stories I the reprobate,

First I saw, the pig with house of straw
As materials go not the best,
To puffs and a howl show it’s flaw,
And the weather takes care of the rest,
But the winds from which still brings awe
And that pig was such a pest,

Next I saw the porcine of wood,
Stubborn he still held a grudge,
But bad architecture did what it could,
Against gael force it had to budge,
I blew down his house twas common good,
The demolition order signed by a judge,

At last there is the brick house pork,
As proud as he was before,
Yet lived in basement in New York,
And remembered with fear our war,
His constructing withstood windy torque,
No damage to his décor,

But memories drift back to the hood,
The skipping girl laughing draped in scarlet,
My role in her tale misunderstood,
Of the tale she is the starlet,
There in the brilliant twilight she stood,
Times are kind to this old varlet,

So her grandmother yes I ated,
And yes I have big eyes,
That damn exchange I always hated,
When ensconced in grandma’s guise,
And it was only hunger I wished sated,
There was no malice as the tale implies,

It’s my place in these tales that make me sad
For the wolf is always the villain,
And the tales has changed so much I’m mad,
Since the invention of penicillin,
I never sought to be so big and bad,
Cause my stomach needed fillin,

Now that time is sadly ended,
And they are nougth but story,
None of these fences have mended,
In memory of past glory,
None my hunger suspended,
I bring my thoughts to someplace gory,

So I sit to my picnic meal,
With that scarlet harlot blanket beside,
And to my main course reveal,
And to the darker menu guide,
She knows for a fact it isn’t veal,
She smiles as her own hunger I provide.

the original alphabet

sandcastle

Sandcastle.

On this beach a castle did lie,
Of kings and queens of a lullaby,
To hold back the waves as we did try,
Washed like tears in a little girls eye,
Knowing that even sandcastles must die.

The land far off can beckon,
A cutting mirage of tranquilly,
Dismiss the crimson water I reckon,
And swim from civility,

The ocean deep, dark, rough surf,
The life within hunts the prey,
Life bloods water encumbers this new birth,
Dragged down with questions weigh,

You see before you that land ,
The sharks swim in for the kill,
On the shores of heaven you stand,
Your mind like it’s life still,

You reached the shores Nirvana,
And with all the blood in the water,
Eyes wide the wound belladonna,
The ocean keeps it’s slaughter,

And from it’s hidden scorn.
With the forces you withstand,
And from it’s tapestry torn,
With heart soul and hand,
And to this vow you’ve sworn,
With all honor may demand,
And from this watery wake mourn,
Once again your are a castle of sand,
Tis bloody business being reborn,

In a land far away,
A dragon held the land in sway,
And a greedy king wished not to pay,
A questing princess could save the day,


So he had a cunning plan,
Across the country heralds ran,
To save all the money he can,
And from his lands this dragon ban,


So he called for femme warrior pride,
A purest maiden to be his bride,
And cast the net wide,
But more he planned than dictum implied,


Soon a princess a dragon reaver,
She went to the king the known deceiver,
For a fair maid she was neither,
In her skill she was a believer,



“ A woman can slay a dragon never,”
The old king thought he was clever,
Ere his pursestring yield to sever,
She said “ You’re on your own in this endeavor”


“ Fine” she said with a smile,
I’ll just watch and wait awhile,
And sat she did with her nail file,
“ A meal perhaps before the aisle.”


That night they ate and dined,
The king found odd tastes when he wined,
And treated her in no way kind,
For greed could make even eagles blind,


Soon the dragon flew in strong,
Roaring and scorching the huddled throng,
And the old king saw what was wrong,
And the king heard his swam song,


The dragon the old king devour,
It’s stomach churned his taste sour,
The warrior woman held up a flower,
Blade drawn, “ Dragon I’ll meet you in the tower”

Soon the dragon in his rage,
Fought a battle to mark the age,
With one good stroke she turned the page,
Greed of both paid a terrible wage

“You tasted the king foul was his mettle,”
“ His soul needed time in the kettle”
“ No better poison than nettle,”
“ You die defeat not by blade but petal”


So the country had a new queen,
Many wars she’d fought and seen,
That when men and dragon act obscene,
But no sharper blade than a mind so keen,

For Damon


At last it is time to leave,
The feeling bittersweet,
But as fellows we shall not greave,
This is no retreat,

For in the lands far away,
And those within our breast,
It’s in the heart and mind you’ll stay,
The gods take care of the rest,

A new adventure you are starting,
As always far from finished,
What you gave us is not departing,
But in your loss we are diminished,

So revel my brother in friends made,
And in the victories won,
Your impact and art will never fade,
For few stand in the kinship of the Sun.

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