my eyes the ocean, my will the mountains, my heart the open starry sky, my passion a burning pyre, I am the words of the poet, the wry smile of the pirate, I am the flow, I will teach love to love

Scott on Enlightenment -

Scott on Enlightenment - debate without anger, fight while loving, live in stillness, softness is not weakness, hate is not strength, to fear is to be courageous, find joy in the moment like the anticipation of a first kiss of understanding. In other words....flow.

Live, love, fight and be free.

emotional content

Scott on emotional content - "The sword is like a bird. If you clutch it too tightly, you choke it… to lightly, and it flies away." Is one of my favorite quotes from 19th century French fencer Louis Justin Lafaugere. That is the flow, that is love, grip it too hard, treat it with agression you crush it and suffocate it, treat it too lightly it slips away. The feeling should be part of you, and extension of you. Perceive it and don't think, just let the feeling flow.

old poetry revisited

In Laughter

twilight time in equal measure
between midnight and dawn
taking quills at words displeasure
naught but blank pages to look upon

the love I have written for
in this lightning wrought tome
shocks when my tears pour
and calls my lost love home.

I etch my thoughts in paper's flesh
and write these letters new
the song whispered heard fresh
and with rune power imbue

letters carved with pen or blade
in one flesh or another
open territory these words invade
the quill is the blade's brother

in these thoughts there is a magic
when I go without a muse
this rhyme shall not end tragic
when the battle ensues

of the poems and lightning thrust
letters and solid strike
the fates know to be unjust
but as diamond like cuts like

the love I call from nere forgot
the time we spoke in verse
bloods stains this inkling blot
paying all from my heart's purse

take my words my love
my heart is your possession
and remember the time spoke of
and humor my obsession

for on this earth we will join
and live happily ever after
paying Charon heart's purse coin
till the twilight rings with laughter


The Lady of Glass



She was one but more than one
Overlooking the starry sea
I am a shadow to her sun
Born from starlight was she

Looking deep in the solid well
To come and set me free
From her loss made a most intimate hell
The lady of glass was she

Her death is the warning
The battle has begun
This wayfarer’s doom is dawning
To return to him if she’s won

Old lords of lost and forgotten dread
Demons they are called
Fly from the spaces beyond the dead
Where the borders are not walled

The dark lord the one you cannot escape
And will stab you in the back as you pass
He’ll attack the living you from a deathscape
To shatter my true lady of glass

monsters come to conquer
The innocent waiting to dream
The forgotten, lost, and rebels sever
Beings to asleep to scream

They’ll attack across spaces and times
To many worlds they’ll teem
To stop this most horrid of crimes
It’ll take a ship strong of beam

But she knows these tale of woes
A lover's poem at her lips
She and others will smite her foes
From the darkest eclipse

And when she enters from the planes above
A song of triumph I’ll sing
For against these foes who destroy my love
I'll cut down and with my sabres swing

And I greet her with open arms
And skill to guard her back
I'll give her foes a world of harms
Through the oceans of time I'll track

Soon she’ll come and rescue me
From that which is not what it seems
Allies made in war’s blood paid to thee
I'll join her in my dreams

And so our tale ends and yet begins
Against these foes who figth en masse
No being of ill intent wins
Against my true lady of glass



In Soulful Eyes

In soulful eyes and alabaster skin
she holds my heart and mind
I await the hours till I see her again
to treat her in all ways kind

I wait to hear her voice aloud
and feel those eyes cut so deep
for there's the voice usurps the crowd
and sings war chants in my sleep

this fiercest angel should always know
the soft power she holds and keeps
for her I would withstand any blow
and dry her crystal tears when she weeps

Her heart is safe I tell myself
As it beats within her chest
For her smile is all my wealth
and for her all wrongs redressed

this warrior goddess child
deserves far better than she feels
and holds these truths in dispostion wild
as furtive glances from me she steals

A dreaming shadow in skin
Vibrance glowing of scarlet hue
Verdant oceans to cross and win
To give this valkyrie her due

she is so alive as I keep her safe
as warrior poets long to do
to keep her happy and to hear that laugh
and protect a with heart so true




A Gauntlet Thrown

A gauntlet thrown her will is shown
To the warrior she turns and faces
her skill unrivaled her name unknown
she'll put this lout through his paces

sword gleaming anger teeming
she steel herself for the fight
his face drops her calm unseeming
as her twin blades take flight

in a dance a speed and grace
and true power artfully hid
she calls out " I own this place "
his courage faulters utterly undid

and in a rush he runs twice the time
to a place he cares not where he flies
for her sowrds unsheathed she seems relieved
as she cut him deeply with her eyes


As Dragons Come

As dragons come and ogres raid
the villages of the east
citizen fall in blood debts paid
and the evil sits to feast

the warrior came in armor bright
shining like the sun
this horizon will bring day to night
and cast out the shadows err she's won

the evil stood in her path
all garbed in scarlet and black
and with a wry smile she did the math
and ran in to the attack

she swept the evil away
with only blade and wit
she still yearned to this day
the heart she lost as her sword bit

swinging wild , temper mild
she ran into the fray.
with cut and thrust she did what she must
and with love's true skill won the day

the legends sing of this warrior goddess free
and the love both won and lost
she is the graceful hand of destiny
and will repay the cost

for in her heart there was a wonder
of a love both future and past
true love no two hearts asunder
she'll love and fight, day or night until reunited at last


Valkerie's Prayer

She, a warrior known as Chooser of the Slain
She, finds those worthy to fight again
But now for the warrior of the skies
I wish she would see herself through this poet’s eyes
That all things the comprise her mysteries
Are in her blindness of these properties
She is seeker, a dreamer, and the last true believer
She has eyes that shine as sunrises
She know all save herself
She knows well the danger of all life's surprises
And this is a pity, she sees not her great wealth
Of warrior, dancer, protector and kindly beauty
Are all in this prayer for a Valkerie
That she sees with my eyes and with those subtle glances
Spies the person I see and all she entrances
With fiery spirit, this bright burning flame
Is as wondrous, warm, and welcome as the Dawn that sings her name.







Slayin Dragons

For blood that's spilled and treasure gain

My chalice filled , my thoughts refrain

To that day of scale and steel

Fire and fray , Naked blade reveal

To rescue damsel, Bright and fair

Eyes of hazel, Flame red hair

I called upon, My sacred vow

To right the wrong, I'll tell you how

When dragons come, stand your ground

A fine death becomes, your funeral mound

Fire erupts, tooth, claw and tail

Remember these words and never fail

" AT ME !" you scream, with all your might

Steel your courage for the fight

Fight the monster with strike ,parry, thrust

Fear is no master, don't slake its lust

Drive your blade home to the dragon's heart

And from it's body, its soul depart

And with this wisdom you cannot lose

Conquer your fear and then you choose




Mirana's Song

In the ancient days of yore
fro those that follow the warriors way
Knows Great warriors will fall by the score
But Against the odds they’ll win this day
And In this lost and forgotten lore
To face the evil their hearts betray
There are no winners in a war
And conquer the heart gone astray

I wish to study and always learn
That Love should never regret
And From these bloody lessons earn
It’s origin in hearts beget
There is wisdom from books that burn
It’s true nature wrought with threat
And from light and dark discern
A thousand foes would soon beset

But she who holds my own soul
And whom a host of hell’s I’d storm
I’d learn the truth in it’s whole
For this vision given form
A sacred gamble this dice I’ll roll
For that touch that’s safe and warm

Sing again to me again I call to thee
For that song that sets me free


Forget the odds, for Tonight we drink with Gods

When to many blades fall prey
And heart sword and skill win not
Faith cowers not this day
Send your foes in graves to rot

Worry never what will befall
Those fears that lurk in the mind
Stand firm, proud and tall
And at them with steel remind

The warrior’s life is fierce and bright
Under he gaze of tyrant time
Show the foe who is in the right
Bury them in pits of lyme

The warriors way, glorius and brief
Will carry you through the throng
A noble death holds stark relief
From a coward’s life lived too long

Here my words in blood debt repay
For a life not destined to last
And remember the warriors way
Blades will earn and with God’s repast.


Secret Loves – The Poems Hidden

I write these words
For those both past and Never
For love calls my souls girds
The loves last needs be clever

The she’s I wrote them for
Never knows oftimes the deed
This poet’s rages keep not score
When only my eyes to read

These poems of love
Even for a moments grace
Will follows me to the lands above
Hold in my heart the dearest place

The she’s that taught me to see
All nature’s wondrous splendor
Have meant entire worlds to me
Quiet love their own hearts defender

But know this those who read
I loved as deeply as only few
I’ll be there when there is a need
To save her from what evils do

A heroes pledge, a sacred vow
To save the her’s I’ve loved and known
My hearts partitioned here and now
An infinite vessel of unyielding love sewn

Know I’m here should need arise
As my heart when loves honor flies




The Geography of Yearning

Maps to Terra Incognita
Lands and Worlds unknown
Undiscovered yet within her
The geography of yearning shown

To know love and yet lost
Is this poet’s mead
To withstand the dreadful cost
Heart follow ere it lead

To find her once again
And keep her for our sake
To bring the now from then
Leaving destruction in it’s wake

I will fight and die for those eyes
And this love that I hold dear
On that kiss forever lies
And of softest lips appear

Many foes and tales of woes
Will flood into this breach
But in heart danger wisdom grows
When the gods of love beseech

Learn from this my student
And learn this lesson well
Love is never imprudent
When you have it’s tale to tell

When you doubt loves fables
And you’re searching for it’s theme
It’s life without that turns the tables
It’s a rhyme sans a scheme

Love has it’s own wisdom
Though not always clear
And when a guest in it’s kingdom
Embrace it without fear

Cause it’s times are few and far
Grab it when it arrives
It’s loss is worth the scar
But life without none survives.


Searching for My Muse

Long ago and far away
through times of strife and deepest pain
true love demands and I obey
this feeling I feel is not in vain

I miss you when you are not around
living through hard hearted grace
your eyes believe the soul confound
with a glance no eyes can replace

A poet talks his words do fly
What he feels is his hearts song
But hear this poet's sacred cry
Going without you far too long

He apologizes for the nights of loss
when I showed up too late
the deeds done were black across
the fields of troubles he's had to debate

Let his love not scare you
for a heart beats but a life
He longs to be a heart that's fair to you
While old wounds cut him like a knife

In forgiveness he asks to see you again
And tenderness comes through these hands
I will be there to save you then
And do heart’s justice as it demands

I kiss and miss and long to see
these eyes that wishes return to me


For the Asking

Of oldest themes and warrior sages
Tell of tales of daring do
The poems last beyond the ages
And keep heroes hearts true

It’s the damsel that keeps them going
Through the battles melee
The need see her once again is growing
Her eyes drive him through the fray

Of all the monsters I have seen
With scars I have paid this toll
The hardest foes have always been
Are the ones that take your soul

But a soul that’s freely given
Like a man’s word or deed
Will by the gods be forgiven
For the gods obey this creed

A love that true and selfless
A love greater than onself
Will give bounties endless
Then some dusty tome upon a shelf

So many hide in stony tower
Never taking this chance
To lose yourself to a higher power
And ask that damsel to dance


Tales of a Skald

When many hero tales start with long ago
Like heroes exist only in the past
We few exist to live by example show
The few brave souls that stand to the last

Back to back the heroes stood
Against this darkness feral black
The warriors hearts burned with fire good
Then light's warriors yelled "Attack!"

Times like this are few and far
When there is a code we heed
Honour etched every scar
As warriors are judged by deed.

So stand with me my allies
As we turn and to darkness spite
The code will carry us the skies
If we die in this fight

But to live and tell it's tale
The warriors way is right and true
An honourable life shall never fail
When the stories told anew





In The Open

Take your time the master shouted
And choose your moment wisely
Speed has power undoubted
But it means nothing if you miss me

Seduction in blade and deed
Is like guarding your center line
keep it closed until you succeed
and hit a hit finer than sweet wine

Parry, retreat and disengage
Dodge from side to side
Build in the opponent a quiet rage
Let not your blows swing wide

Then when that heart is open
strike strong, fast, and clean
And above all see and listen
Their body tells the scene

Combat is that sacred art
Of hitting and not getting hit
All players play their part
Of blades of steel and wit

Above all take those moments
Feel them in your chest
Give your foe gentle torments
And give them no time for rest

So remember this my novices
There are many ways to miss
But of all of wit's and steel's promises
Seal it with a kiss


In Praise of Bats

She of darkness born
This petite nocturne flies
Knowing she is Sunlight’s scorn
and to challengers Victories denies

She lingers like a haunting
A rapturous shadowy ephemeral tune
But the task before me is daunting
to capture this roving daughter of the moon

Ears that hear distant footfalls
Stars she wears like a crown
Singing like angel calls
Even when hanging upside down

So be aware my younglings
There is cause to fear and love the night
With a silent flutter of bat wings
this bat winged angel takes flight


The Muse

I hear her siren voice in the winds
These words she gives me in whispers
The poets need to write begins
and the warrior never slumbers

Of her beauty I can say so much
In paths like strikes, so many ways
But her angelic voice her voice is such
And there is where my heart stays

Please milady say my name
And give me those words I need
To keep you alive all the same
In all these words for you I read

To see you my celestial vision
And please know I write always for you
It points out the grand collision
Between spirit and flesh true

Someday you'll return to me
As loves like rhyme oft repeat
That day my soul will be set free
Until then I scribble on this paper sheet

My muse of swords and quills
You are my reason for being
And time without you slowly kills
Your love is light worth seeing

So my candle dims, my fingers ink stained
Night has turned to radiant song
Please remember warrior poets need be trained
Not to go on too long

But one last stanza before I go
And face this luminous day
For you My muse, my love, my fights, my words, will show
They are worth the whispers, for which I pray

she sang for me

She sang for me and me alone
In a chamber with echoes clear
No sin for her I wouldn't atone
Nothing that would engender fear

She sang for me in my sleep
Behind the walls of my closed eyes
Falling far and hard this love so deep
Feeling this love far from wise

But this love is mine I scream
To the gods that would take her
She is my love this dream
And only my kiss could wake her

I'll only have her a short time
In the scheme of things
I'll hold her love woven in my rhymes
and feel all the warmth it brings

For she makes all things right
As she holds me to her breast
There is nothing I wouldn't fight
At her whims simplest behest

This love I feel is true I say
And destined only to last
Her voice an altar to which I pray
When what's past is past

So my goddess listen close
These love are only long ago and once upon
For this queen in brave repose
I'll gladly be her pawn

SO for this love I'll sacrifice
All that I can give
For losing her is worth the price
If happily ever after she live

12 steps

as a italian armerican and a ferrara i do feel we need a 12 step program, problem is the meetings would turn into celebrations of italian american culture. Step one " Why aren't you married", step two "why did you marry them", step three " Don't feel guilty just because this is killing grandma" step four " Insanity does not run in the family...that's what the voices tell me. Step five " grandpa didn't go deaf his hearing just gave up the will to live" Step six - I don't deny anything, never. Step seven "you're wrong, accept it", step eight " did I say you were right, I misspoke", step nine "acceptance what you can't change is for flipping losers", step ten " gunshot wound, minor, here's some duct tape. Step eleven " decapitation, suck it up. and step tweleve " you're not married yet?"

advice from a friend what NOT to do on an interview

With friends like these - Thanks Paul

1: Do NOT scream “DEATH FIRST!” when asked to submit your resume/credentials/references.

2: Do NOT bring martial arts weapons to interview.

3: Do NOT wear a Flash, Batman, Green Lantern, Captain America, Superman, or any other superhero t-shirt during an interview.

4: Do NOT answer the interviewer’s question “Who are you?” with “I’m Batman.”

5: Do NOT compliment interviewer with “YOU ARE PRETTY!” That never ends well.

5a: Addendum: Do NOT tear off your clothes with the battlecry “SCROG ME WOMAN!”—especially if the interviewer is male.

6: Do NOT reference pop culture, including Monty Python, The Princess Bride, Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Marvel Comics, Conan, Thundarr, Excalibur, Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, etc.

7: Do NOT cut off your finger joints Yakuza-style just to prove a point about your willingness to go the extra distance.

8: Do NOT mention booze, bouncing, barflies, and other alcohol-related shenanigans.

9: Do NOT presume everyone you encounter is a zombie in need of beheading.

10: Do NOT launch into the chorus of “The Jet Song,” “Gee Officer Krupke,” “Bat Out of Hell,”—and of course—“Scott is Evil, Evil is Scott”—at the top of your lungs.

preparations

easter dinner, prepping reasons why I am STILL not married or have kids -
answer 1 - oh look at the time...( followed by fleeing )
answer 2 - the zombie apocalypse is coming? ( Italian grnadmother then prompty whacks me in the back of the head with a wodden spoon that mystically matrializes out of the air ninja style. I swear Batman fears that woman )
answer 3 - kids just want my toys? ( Nehphew hears this and a battle ensues over my iron men action figure collection)
answer 4 - You've met me, right? ( long preganant pause, then a shrug and reluctant acceptance )

asking the girl to dance

At me.....For now you are young it is time to dance, so I walk across the floor and ask. My old bones have not forgotteen the steps. It is the partner, the alpha and omega of the equation. And as I cup you in these battered old arms. I am ...in the open. I have had enemies in the fray closer than lovers. And lovers charge closer than skin. A tune played on and with entrails. Part divinatination, part exocism. My steel will sing. Shall we dance?...At me


http://roninpoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/never-put-sword-in-hand-of-man-who.html

observations

If Born Again Christians are the religeous equivalent of cocaine users ( everyone is against them, and they want to sleep with everything, then aologize later after painting oneself into an inescapable moral corner ) ), does using the same scale make Catholics alcoholics ( old school and responsible for more pregnancies than chevrolet back seats ), and Bhuddists potheads ( dude karma could have only been dreamed up by a pothead wrestling with a bag of doritos )

Leonie my Saffer Goddess responded -I'm reading a book wher the author reckons that religions are poison - seeng that you're likening them to drugs, which are poisons, then maybe that makes Muslims the religious PCP users (foam at the mouth, want to fight everyone) and Hindus are the acidheads (look at all the pretty colors and wow, that guy's got an elephant head!).

HA ! and the Mormons are heroin addicts ( equating the high to abject polygymy and moral superiority ) the Pagans are Peyote users ( dude the fox talks and the tree is a god, have you met thor ) the Atheists are gambling addicts ( screw the concept of the afterlife, I'm all in )

those of the Jewish fatih, perscription drugs ( it's signed for ), the Agnostics - methheads ( I can't decide between the high or teeth the consistency of over ripe peaches, why not both )

I was asked if Captain America throws his shield ? What does captain Britain throw? " My response " Scones and wicked sarcasm."
what is Captain Brittain's Battle Cry " Oy Bollocks!!!!!" and " Sorry!"