(2013)
#Inspiration #Lamenting
Casting dark upon a vacant page Ghosts appear expressing rage And mirrored too in grim despair Troubles loom of which I bear! Tho’ each thought lay blesséd not,
There’s something creeping in the… A rustling in the pitch, Perhaps it be an angry wraith or e… O’ I dread to know of which! There’s something stirring in the…
I shan’t e’er embroil my mind with… Or conflict my soul with doubt, When I’ve applied myself whole-he… In result to end in rout; Thus unto my thoughts I dwell dee…
I deny not my childhood yearnings, As oft they call to me, So thus I cast off my lines and m… And set my course to sea. I love the breaking spray upon the…
From ages of circles many question… As yet wisdom asks, “What have we… Have we ebbed the trying tides of… Or merely better wrought an old de… From clubs and spears, rocks and s…
O’ the black bird this final twili… He comes this night upon stealthy… And thus to this I am fraught wit… For darkness knells; O’ whither s… Upon the ethereal wind this bird h…
Vaporous forms adrift through cold… Are remnants of passing that in th… And I’ve felt the touch that this… While wandering about in haunted p… Disembodied voices resounding in e…
Ghostly lights suffuse the churchy… Old phantoms lurk nigh every stone And the night wind gusts the barre… Above this hallowed loam. There in prayer one silent sentine…
O’ farewell, peaceful dreams, As I repose this night to sleep, For conflict has dimmed another da… Beyond the threshold of my keep! Alas, I am harried by uncertainty…
Too Far from Home I once had awakened to find myself… A-drifting; O, I found myself a-d… drifting all alone! I now have awakened, as once I wa…
I awake each morn to chase the clo… In the race from nine to five, And firmly placed am I, in this d… Upon my flight to stay alive. I peruse the paper with my morning…
Though all around her have fallen, Yet she keeps the fight; No insurmountable odds deter her, Nor an army’s might; She does not bow to intimidation,
Each night came long and darkened… But this night a storm was blowing And the air came cold upon his hea… For no fire within was glowing! His fate was set; O’ but this he…
When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…
Who dares to knock upon my door At this intrusive hour of night? O’ it is the heavy hand of the unk… That stands beyond my sight! Upon the encroachment of the midni…