Tag Archives: love

Monsters Under My Eyelids

Good morning. Every day is an opportunity. Gotta keep telling myself that. A child, faced with a monster, closes their eyes. What do they do when they’re still there in the dark behind their eyelids? What do you do when you close your eyes but you can still see those things you find most terrifying? Grab your little toy hammer and grasp it tight. Face them down. First and foremost, you are your own protector. Become a hero to yourself and you will find peace.

Die Helden von Einst

that’s where i want to be

not waiting to see

not fleeing, but flying, steadfastly alighting

my course, ever self righting

all’s well that ends well

building a boat

rise above the ocean swell

never to glean, never to gloat

a good man

realizing how i ran

never again

to find in others, that sacred glen

i find my peace

whence from me, you’ve taken a piece

amidst ancient stones, druidic hymn

not for him, just for him

Going east

searching for the beast

in the forest, hearing birdsong

i know the journey ahead will be long

Enduring quest

runic test

training and straining

the beast’s strength never waning

and with my spear and shield i trudge on

ever further, unto the dawn

drawing strength from heroes past

knowing my line will not be the last

von Helden komme ich

und Held werde ich sein

Black Bangs

Good evening, friends. Busy day today, preferable for me. Posting from my phone on that account. Truly a blast. I have for you today a poem that I spent the last 30 minutes writing. I think you’ll enjoy this. Without further ado:

The Last Musketeer

How am I supposed to function

This pain in my chest

Beating heart, myocardial infarction

From which I have no rest

Rippling, rifting, sifting sanity

Robbing, sobbing

In the mirror, the vanity

For apples, we’re bobbing

Tubers and shoots

Zipping through my chutes

Down through my legs

And out through my boots

All my fingers

And all my toes

Slender digits, saintly timbre

Singing souls, lovely ghosts

All is cinder

Burning timber

Start from tinder

Detach the limber

12-Ilber horse artillery

Sound the cannon

Turn that pillory

Into a canyon

“All for one, and one for all,” said the first, said d’Artagnan.

The Wonderful Wizard of OH

Good morning! No matter what the circumstances of today may seem, it’s a good day. It is a wonderful little spectacular day. No matter how many hard days you have, no matter how many hard days there are, no matter what, today is a good day and so too will be tomorrow. Hard as it may be, never let yourself fall into the trap of not thinking it will be better. Thanks again for all the support all of you have shown me. It means so much to have my work shared with so many people. Keep reading, learning, and whatever else you do. Without further ado:

No Stairway! Denied!

Dancing ducklings and darting dalliances

No things of any particular saliences

And peace becomes our chief of ralliances

Serenity, serendipity, authenticity

if be you must then must you be secure in your hospitality

be the one who decries paucity!

be not the one who ceases matrimony

be not the one who pays alimony

be not the one whose persuasion is acrimony!

Find your pleasures in homophony!

and in pepperoni!

And in your grandmother’s zabaglione!

Through all this needless ceremony,

there is but one principal communiqué

Please, for me, just be happy,

and be okay

A Kingdom for a Kiss

Good morning, my most ardent friends and followers. Happy Valentines Day! What better a day to think of ones you love and ones you loved. Hoping nobody is alone today, but if you are, just know I’m thinking about you. Without further ado, I have another poem today that is very special to me. I hope you love it as much as I do.

Valentine

my little dove, so perfect

of my heart, eternal prefect

i look upon you and i see

most beautiful reflection, born as eve

porcelain, glass, and alabaster

i only wish that missing you

could end a little faster

so that you can see me too

emerald eyes and rosy cheeks

looking out at birds with beaks

seeing you in clouds so high

wishing staunchly that i could fly

to see you again

to venture through that dreamy glen

seeing trees

and spying bees

all with you, my little dove

always with you, my forever love

Je ne Parle pas Français

I don’t speak french. How can I say it any other way? It’s hard to be understood in a world where communication hardly ever makes sense. Harder still when most of us speak a different language. Half the time it’s even when we speak the same language that we can’t understand each other. I think I find myself more and more able to understand people that I can’t understand more than the people I technically can. How’s that come to be? How’s that come to faux pass? Amusez-vous bien, mes petits poissons rouges!

Hallowed Fields

all these holes never filled

soil never tilled

fields lie fallow

foul beings draw tallow

the wight’s barrow

overseen by the sparrow

filtered through shadow

not quite so bad, though

evermore, nevermore

love lost, forevermore

i spin a spider’s web

with ariadne’s thread

my head’s spatter

as crows gather

caw, caw, caw, they shriek

ever so softly, i hear them speak

above the moon in sky so high

stars above they crowd and sigh

holes and holes they lie unfilled

fields and fields they lie untilled

dying, dying, dying, dead

hanging on, by a shred

something heard, something said

lying awake, in my bed

weathered flying dutchman’s creak

hold thy tongue, lest thou speak

head in hand, turned to beak

some forlorn feather, some antique

the crows they shriek

and shriek they speak

help us, sir, best you can

i’m sorry, friend, my biggest fan

“i’m sorry,” cried he

“it’s alright,” lied she

a clever hand

some sprightly band

fallow, fallow, fallow, fallow

pirates waiting for the gallow

crying, spying, so slightly dying

“i don’t miss you,” she was lying