COLD CASTLE SHADOWS
Cold castle shadows
Stretch over the strength of the candle
standing on the mantelpiece,
Falling assiduously to drop low, to hide
beneath the dark.
Shadows blending together whispering their
tale of torture undone,
Knowing the story is hidden beneath,
feeling the inclination of
Cold castle shadows.
They are scared, isolated in dark, as they
are those feared,
As we shield our eyes from shadows, burning
brightly in dark dungeons,
They try to catch our lighted match, to
feel the heat and see the light
To tell their tale of torture undone and
whisper to us the life of
Cold castle shadows.
IDEAS OF A LIFE UNLIVED BEYOND THE
Ignore the ache that has malformed you
and relish once again your child of inner
Forget this pain before it burns your
and deliver your soul to the spirit of the
I cancelled any recognition that I saw
and prayed to God that I would be over,
the person he gave to the world of worlds
and dance once more in this state so raw,
to be so fragile against the winds on
but today it is the wolf, not God, who
I have never lived in a romantic hollow
but have dreamt continuously of its humble
It is not a place that one would come to
nor is it a place where one could fall so
I saw them clamour for this resting land.
Yet quicker than an eye can see ahead,
they lay against this resting place alone.
My vision had deceived what lay before my
for what I thought could breathe had always
But this reflection was merely a poem,
of sorts, that stirred ideas within our
Ideas we conjured into being but listened
to the words of wisdom that glistened
on the page where one would always find
their own meandering thoughts of gold.
And even if you disagree with all that I've
perhaps a piano piece could contemplate
without any contradictions or mould
played by my part. But no longer will I
my scrutiny on this audience, who should
that even if the world should fall today
the simple things in life should reign
beyond tomorrow. It is this childlike view,
to turn around their state of courtesy,
that will attempt to seal the cry of
the swords, there at the battle of evermore
and ease the burden of our times of
Yet to hear the distinct cries of war and
life, is to verify the greater values of
diversity to soar
and shrivel away this gravestone of
THIS OLD WOMAN
This old woman sagged before her time.
Her eyes became old and tired
Before her life was rented and hired.
She knew of little but thought of much,
Of sex and God and life and such.
But this old woman, young at heart,
Wondered when if ever life would start.
She counted chimes, too young to die,
She waited and watched for life to come by.
Waited and watched, waited and watched,
But this old woman, life never touched.
I lie beside your sleeping body,
My eyes adjust to the darkness of our room,
I watch you suck new air
Deep into your lungs,
Your eyes closed tightly
Shutting all waking life out,
Shutting me out,
I think your dreaming
Your eyes rapidly move beneath the heavy
I hope you dream of me,
Your chest pushing up and out
With every heavy slumber induced breath
Begging me to run my fingers along you,
Too hot for sheets tonight
Your naked body teasing me
Needing to feel the heat rise from you
As you sleep, unknown, I watch.
Your body lies heavily, almost
Touching my side of the bed,
Almost wanting me.