Dragon Fire

Dragon fire from below; A seed of youth is planted. From whence he came I do not know, Nor how I was enchanted. From whence he came I do not know, Nor why my strength should fail me. Then, like a kitten I did flow…

Hour 4

There are many ways I could describe you. Poison. A rollercoaster. A hurricane. A reason to change my last name. See, I’ve always had an affinity For broken people and broken things And you are just the type of guy That makes my heart sing….

The Blacksmith’s Beauty

There is beauty in the hammer stroke as it shapes useless metal to useful form. There is pain. The forge is hot. The anvil rings as steel strikes back against the smith. Muscles ache. Fatigue burns as the day passes. But the task must not…

The boy : 8

There is a boy as tall as a tree, who carried his decades on branches His shoulders were the neighbor’s fences, lost baseballs and skinned knees. His arms held the tireswings. The blue in his eyes, easily a place to skip stones. A laugh in…

Dull

Dull I used to think it was the answer to anything…. To dull the pain and loneliness! To make all your worries, And cares fade away. But, over time they slowly slip back, In through the cracks, The cracks of a broken heart! Or even…

What-Might-Have-Been

"Ev'ry so often we long to stealTo the land of what-might-have-been"-Stephen Schwartz Ev'ry time I think I'm done with loveSo very tired and done with loveHere you come, with an often, soften look in your eyesMy heart tells my brain here we go again! It…

Hunting no Fun

Going on the hunt setting their traps, it makes them feel tough.   Shameful cowards hurting God’s creatures, They hunt them in fun trapping small ones.   What have they won? what can they gain? why can’t they see just how much this pains?  …

Kiss on My Brow

His darkness I must bear and Take. His broken promise consecrated by This: All it took was just his Kiss. My heart and soul, he cast his spell Upon A prisoner of manipulation and deceit; The Only love breathes with that deadly kiss on my…

Procrastination

The original inspiration is the line “One day the answer came before the question” in the poem Golden Anniversary by Wislawa Szymborska   We are all together yet we are the only one The years are filled with days and yet this is our only…