(2013)
#Inspiration #Lamenting
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’ within me love lies fallow, Sorrows thus are mine, Like flowers within a garden Amidst the winter’s rime! Shall love e’er hide its beauty
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,
I’ve heard the music of the piper From where the faeries roam, For it carries thro’ the woodlands That stand behind my home. So when the moon alights my caseme…
I have only shallow words to expre… Of my love for you that deeply lie… For never have I found the parall… To the depths of where this love b… Nor have I discovered an earthly…
Between these Gothic walls of mor… O, here with dread is where I roa… For the misty forms that here come… Are of the dead abroad who are not… They move where shadows lie
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,
O’ I have found no peace in my pr… For there is no wealth in my dispa… And therefore I have found no cla… In this life, alone! I have found the darkness of despe…
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…
He returned home from the war, but… For he returns to the war that he… He keeps in silence the torments t… As they are tethered to the deeds… He returned home from the war, but…
Swords are raised and battles foug… Thus poets live beyond the grave, For there are warriors who are poe… Tho’ not to pen a stave. There are poets of the battles fou…
Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
O’ torrents of darkness And voices from the pitch, Be this a tempest or madness, It matters not which! O’ tormented and sorrowed,
By the wind of a nor’easter gale A ragged ship and crew set sail Upon the everlasting. Each plank be rotted aft to fore, Thus too each soul the pity more
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…