She felt the winging of the crows with the decline of light,
the dither of the leaves that sensed the overrunning horde
as foreign soldiers torch'd the land, the warfare to ignite,
uncouth and uninvited troops that peace and laws abhorr'd.
Barbarians invade the land, their darkened deeds unjust
and slaughter the civilians that power do not wield
therefore the maid with dignity, her father's weapons thrusts,
cause it is better oft with pride, for freedom to be killed.
The daughter of the Dorians, on the embrasure stands;
for paragons should mortals live, for dignity must fight;
alike a hawk that soars to skies, her soulfulness expands,
imparting to the Gods above, her kiss of vestal light.
Hence, standing, fights among the nooks, the demons she beheads,
from dawn to dusk the crimson runs upon her armor steels
while little dribs of her own blood, communion she sheds,
partaking in the mizzle drops and substance of the kills.
" I leave my kiss upon the blade, and on the armor wrought,
companions and amulets shall take my soul to fields
where Death awaits, the knightly groom of whom the love I sought,
adjacent to the clanging sound of swords upon the shields. "
© 09-10-2014, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on
The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone,
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe,
I can’t move,
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares.
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind …….
I cannot come out from under my blanket,
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light
Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-)
In this world of Uncertainties
I’m the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
And if you could only feel, what i feel for you
You can ask me “why?” so you can see the truth
Like our love that tightens the rope,
Like a light that would give us hope.
As you watch the dark skies
Let me grab the moon for you,
And as I catch the bright stars
That’s the way you can see me through
As this planet turns as it always will
And things go wrong and you don’t know what to feel
Hold my hand for it will make us strong
Like a wind, we will carry on
The wind blow that sings a hymn for you
For they know what does love means for the two
Love is blind, and not deaf
So how’s success if you’re not ready to bet?
In this poem with full of rhymes,
A full of love, Babe can you be mine?
I don’t expect too much from you
Why should I? If you complete my whole.
“Till death do us part” that’s what they have said
But why do struggles crash them ahead?
Don’t ask me when my love will last,
To count all of our quarrels, is that a must?
Now and Forever is all that I promise
No day dreaming and without reminiscence
As the matter of time, as the time passes by
Together we stand, together you and I
A poem for my Girlfriend for our anniversary :)
pls comment and rate... you are free to judge and criticize my work :) God Bless
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
A beautiful heart pines from afar.
To parallel freedom, we choose our master.
In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are!
Celestial winged heart beats faster,
Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes.
To parallel freedom, we choose our master.
Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies
Two alien races, in war, collide.
Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes.
All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride.
Sisters of heaven let feathers fly.
Two alien races, in war, collide.
The angered clouds rain blood from the sky.
A new path finally found.
Sisters of heaven let feathers fly.
Brothers' swords low now to the ground.
A beautiful heart pines from afar.
A new path finally found.
In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are!
Out bound energy
Where are we when we die?
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is divine
she is the song sang by the sweet nightingales
in the gardens of worthy, overgrowning and blooming roses,
like wildfire grow tall and the thornes of the vines
tangle around her feet and drag her ever so slightly
throughout the garden of beauty.
As the roses lay along a table,
as she sits at the table
and she waits for me, the wordman
to come to the dinner table at the stroke of nine
and sit with her,
start a scene or two of romantic setting,
to pursue love in her name.
Love is around us,
the candlelight shines and reflects in her silk hair,
as her evening dress glitters and shines
and her bossom shows itself in the nightsky
as we lay together,
we pursue a dream together,
forever we live together forever,
as we stand upon the belcony of Romeo and Juliet's love scene
we swim in a pool of sweet divine care and love,
we swallow grapes and drink wine
hand and hand on Persian rugs and virgin white cloth sheets,
we dance to a simple, yet sweet Chopin's masterpiece
of his beautiful nocturnes,
which make such a sweet and romantic song in our heads.
We stomp out the flames
as we dance the night away,
and you lay in my arms,
and I kiss you upon your lovely head,
and you hold my hand,
and I hold you tight
never thinking of letting your love go away from me,
I would take my own life,
before I lose your love.
See us together,
it is a painting that lasts lifetimes,
that needs no touch-ups.
I care for you and love you!
Love me, I know you will.
My sweet and loving portrait lady,
who in reality is more beautiful than a fully bloomed rose
that sits on its green stem,
in the garden of beauty that sits outside my window.
Come up to my chambers
as I picked roses for you and pettles litter the atmosphere
as love's tension grows
and suspence brings us together,
let us make love tonight
seal the passion
and pursue love once and for all.
Then shall we wake with the first rays of the blazing of the morning sun,
I shall wake next to your beauty and glory,
and I shall point my attention to the heavens
and thank the Gods for sending you on the open road,
toward my chamber door, I call my heart.
Then we shall dress, and walk the pathways
in the garden of beauty
and I shall pick a bauquet of roses
and we shall sit by the lake and pursue our love
for one another
and nothing, not one earthquake shall shake us apart.
I was on the road to Vezalay, for Richard and his
quest. All the Christian knights would gather from
countries east and west. The papal hordes would
vindicate, and our swords and banners blessed.
As I walked the woods of Avalon, in peace and
serenity. By a stream in the shade, a vision came
to me. There she stood before me dressed in purist
lace, against the sun her silken form, my eyes
could easily trace. With her eyes she beckoned me
to a place where blossoms lay. From her shoulder
the garment slipped, a moon and star above the
breast stole and transfixed the eye, all was haze
and peace below the bluest sky. Jasmine filled the
air as we lay that summers day, we questioned
nought and let our feelings play. Her fingers of
such tenderness, danced and skipped my
nakedness. Her skin against my chest, I leant and
kissed the moon above her breast. Longing sighs
and the joining created, sensuous tones until our
love was sated. The evening grew cooler, the light
began to fade, our bodies locked in passion, all was
love in shade.
The morning proved a darker place, of my love there
was no trace. No bright star to light my way, no kind
lips for me to play. I searched with a heavy heart but
could not find, the love the heart so kind. I asked
myself with great contempt, surely not, I had not
dreamt. Then I saw in the blossoms there, lay the
flowers from her hair. With a heavy heart and heavy
soul, duty called and gained control.
Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega
Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega
Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega
The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear.
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ?
What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.
I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the power of water itself .
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing . It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at .
By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost .
The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this . In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
There is something coming .. is it something I have always known or wanted ?
What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth,
What glows in beauty
Like this flawless nature
In the stunning 'super moon'
Indeed a relic of divinity
When it comes this close
Thrills us with its moonlight
From savanna resorts of Africa
The bears in snowy Antarctic
Over the sassy Hollywood parties
The spectacle of Arabian nights
To civilised homes in Europe
It puts millions in awe
In moonstruck seas and cities
All admire this rare gesture
The tides rise in dazzle
Sailors dock ships in wait
To see pie of marvel
In this epic showcase
Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.
The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates
The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean
Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.
Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.
Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.
Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.
I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.
And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.
Written July 29, 2013
The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around
The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June
The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me
See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars
Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Maelstrom, O thou devil
Slither past last March then unto April
Into the eves and ides of May
Thou cannot hide, but thou wilt try
To disguise thy age old blackness
Forsake what once were brighter skies
Stranglehold; sane extraction
And the spills of night
A new tone deafness
Burning oil; sentiment molasses
Bringing storms that cloud minds human and fragile
Spheres of moonlit halos
Become, no more than serpent spies
Peeking through faultlines of life
Dancing about to the madness limbo
One lost soul...
Shipwrecks against a sea
And there too does the twist of tango
Eyes of the deep; tentacles, touching me
Elsewhere, the raven flies repetition
Into glass windows
Blood stains upon a faceless mask
Drowns out the cries and the conscience
Of feathers blacker that lie strewn
Are the questions I have asked
And the answers I cannot have
Let slip feigned breath of man beneath
A gargle from the cold tunnel brine
What's left surrenders alter to its evil
And nothing is, to evermore survive
And the eves and ides of May
Are Saran gas upon a mass of land
Men of desparation hunger
Eating flesh of man much meeker
And thou wilst not again
Glimpse thy rival sun
Nor when it comes, goes
Or finality, when it finds its done
Inspired by the madness of Poe
That which is locked within us all
One bus sleeping in the valley
Rescue team works
We get down from the bus
We are not strange but silence
Can't remove eyes
Clouds are moving like a cow
Moon stuck on hills
They are covered with dew and
-poor moon light
In the narrow valley
A bed of white smoke
Rejoice my sleepy mind
I saw the sky too near to me first
I wanted that
spread over the body with array of clouds
Can touch extending hands
Time will pass in an instant
Dawn before one's eyes
My stupid heart feels the climbs
-along the hills and slipped down from the top
-just before kissing the cow
Slowly the moon diminishes
Another hill smiles having it,
Shadow of moon on hill
Rays through dark
Roaming of moon from one hill
to another ...I can't write !
But it stuck in my mind...
Some faded sounds
Me and my friend enjoying
-the night from a small bridge
Sorrowfulness of hills flows through the small channel
-too far from joy.
Music of water at cold deep night
-from the channel cold my heart and mind
The happiness of a moment
Still i can feel ;Again want to be in it
When i think about that special night
my all fatigue escaped
Horn of BUS always breaks the silence.
You say you aren't perfect,
but look again and behold yourself; perfectly you.
Your tears be heavy-laden with guilt;
also remember, they glisten with remorse.
The sea water of the eye cleanses wounds old
and leads life to the good vulnerability
that teaches humility and belief.
Singing; your voice awakens the dawn
and dancing you set the moon.
Entrancing, you smile
and for a moment I glimpse forever.
Joy's child is your way
and grace is in your name.
Awake in the watches of the night
He watches your panic weeping;
wanting your day to soar
and set twilight leaping.
Stars twinkle in sympathy,
and meteors lead sight to the other.
Come away with me my love and wink at suns.
I just finished building
a bridge to the moon.
I started last August
and ended this June.
I used giant branches,
a few million rocks,
and billions of blocks.
The walls on my bridge
are a marvelous sight.
They’re safe and secure
and they light up at night.
The nails are nailed in
and the screws are screwed tight,
but something is wrong here!
This cannot be right!
The moon isn’t orange!
It isn’t that bright!
The moon doesn’t give off
this powerful light!
I have to keep building!
This bridge isn’t done!
For I have just noticed
it leads to the sun!
The Moon Beam riders had traveled to Earth
To bless each childe' at it’s moment of birth
The Lourde’and his Ladee’ rode swiftly down the road
To join leprechauns and pixies in the Forest of Ode’
They must quickly make haste before the night turned around
Fire faeries' and star babees' danced merrily on the ground
Dream Weavers and Sandmen scurried joyfully thru the woods
Carrying brite coulored' baskets filled with magikal' goods
A woodland wedding for the bride and the groom
In the Garden of Ode’ under the stars and the moon
Faerie bride Aveena with her hair spun of gold
Avid the groom so brave... so bold
Aveena's gown was shimmering, starbrite white
As Avid the brave one stood beside her in the night
They all joined together singing jubiliant songs of great glee
Then the Lourde’ and his Ladee’ rode in with the magik' key
Magik' and musik' echoed thru the night air
As the Lourde’and his Ladee’ joined the tiny pair
The Magikal' Garden rang oute’ in joyous song
As Aveena and Avid said their vows to belong
Elves, gnomes, wizards, moon babees and pixies
Water and Earth spirits and a faerie' named Trixie
All dancing in the garden where the all wizards dwelled
Made of magikal' faerie' duste', softe' green moss and bluebells
Slowly the twilite started slipping away
As they all sang and danced in joyful play
Then all of a sudden... quite out of the blue
In a blink of thee eye- away they all flew
In the realms of twilight shimmering across the night sky
There was a fluttering of wings as they all began to fly, fly, fly
Their silvery wings glistened like stars in the night
As they majestikally' ascended into mystikal' flight
After all the fairies' and elves went to their homes of yonder
Aveena and Avid began their magikal' married life together
They lived in their Enchanted Cottage in the magikal Forest Of Ode'...
' Happily ever after and after and after '
The Happy End
P.S. Please remember to come back for our final ending...it's just full of magikal' instructions
The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions
A not unattractive looking building of stone
and that in it's self only added to the mystery
for these stones were not locally quarried
the nearest place being over 170 miles away
Yet here they had been dragged, then hewed
wrestling them into place quite some task
an imposing building nestled in the hillside
and the views surrounding it post card perfect
Inside was airy and light with most of the roof gone
a strange hearth in the corner of the main hall
large enough for a man to walk into upright
Bread ovens built into the walls and a sitting niche
This was all that was left apart from one roofed room
in here it was dry and warm even a single trundle bed
admittedly very rockety but still it was usable
I decided to camp out the following night, it would be fun
The following evening I climbed the hill as the sun set
tonight it would be a full moon, already the air chilling
I settled in with my few belongings and lit the fire
soon it was roaring, with crackles, hissing and spitting
It was a fine clear night and the heat wonderful
so I made up a bracken bed in front of the fire
I laid back enjoying the stars and a comet shooting past
lazily I slipped not realising into a strange sleep
I found the building restored though it's use still not clear
only a long table and chairs in here, beds in the rooms leading off
then a man came into view, he did not seem to notice me as he passed
he stirred the pot cooking on the fire and set the table
Soon more men came in and sat down to enjoy a hearty meal
I realised from their armour that these were soldiers
so the ram-shackled ruin had once been a lookout post
I woke in the morning well rested remembering my dream
As I walked back down the hill I looked back at it
drenched in sunshine it seemed to gleam a wisp of smoke
curling up from the chimney it looked as if once more alive
not an old forgotten ruin moulding slowly into the landscape
I used the word ram-shackled recently and it struck me as a good theme
for a poem so I wrote this.
A full moon is known for making people do things that are weirder and weirder. It only appears at night, even when the Earth rotates and stuff. It happens on every 14th of 15th of the lunar month. The full moon is so whole, but so scarier, it's like staring it right in the face. Everybody also knows that when people turn into werewolves (just like the werewolf movies), they most likely howl at the full moon. It may be a real myth and a real folklore or whatever, but All full moons are still making people do weird things. It seems that the Earth's been rotating around the sun, even when the day's over. But when it comes to a full moon and werewolves and stuff, they're basically from movies and Greek mythologies and stuff, in which they're a bunch of awesome folklores. And if the full moon continues to appear at night and people continue to do weirder things, thereby making people do weird things, there's no telling what weirder thing might happen next, even on another full moon.
These castle walls are cracked and moonlight seeps through, i hug my knees to my chest as
a sob threatens to break out of my throat. My skin is pale and thin; my bones stab through
my skin-nearly breaking it, I would look like a scraggly porcelain doll if I ever looked
in the mirror, but being trapped in this damned place for however long I have no access to
such a luxury.
My eyes are wet, my hair is tangled and knotted-unbrushed for at least three weeks. My
fingers resemble the bone underneath. I hear wolves call from under the ten foot tower, I
shake in my corner and wish to get a nights sleep that I know would never come. The marks
on my back from the whip stings like hell.
My limbs hurt; feeling stretched as if they were pulled by horses. A pain in my skull just
behind my eyes pounds rhythmically like hoofbeats galloping drunkenly on the hard
cobblestone streets of London.
The silver glow of the moon glows brighter as the silver orb centers itself in the sky.
The pain in my limbs grows more intense, the urge to scream in agony is tempting, but I
don't. I should, but do not. It will get me nowhere, and it will not help me. So, I sit in
the corner and suffer silently through such torture. The moon rises higher toward the
center, the pain grows; soon enough, I am unable to hold in the screams.
Granted that citizens below can hear me; do they come? Do they wonder what or who could be
enduring such torture and pain? No...they do not. Never have.
I go through this for six centuries, no one looks up at the thin, slanted and dark window.
No one comes clambering, clumsily up the stairs of the tower to where my screams grow
louder and are the dominant instrument in this dark, cobblestone hell. No one comes-some
may wonder, I do not invade their minds-nor have I tried.
But, I fear not that they do wonder, probably are just afraid of what dark, evil creature
awaits them to their death. I am but a nightmare, not exactly a dream, but neither a
nightmare shrouded in shadows and hidden in scraggly, ugly branches like long, clawed
So, yes, I am nothing but what I perceive myself. What others perceive me as, I know not
what to think; I scream, no one comes...yet, my life is lived more for me as I am living
locked up in this hole. Locked up, and suffering. No one to hear me scream.
dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you
Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL
Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back
Even before birth, she was bedeviled with claws,
Her dark skin still dry even when it rains and pours,
Leaning forward she tries to cut the African papaws;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.
It was sad when they beheaded the outlaws,
Their culture never stood on a pause.
Obeying the elders, her heart misses the one she loves;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.
The nights silence let her know that a bee can buzz,
the moon drifts, inevitable was the cause.
She regretted the day tradition labelled her family outlaws;
Through it all, under the full moon she was.
I believe what I endowed the earth
with the swashing foreland when
the arogant waves strikes and take birth
of gentle ripples while flashing back
To the oceanic abyss, the sapphire peace. But
Where are you my marine fille?
Come and spread your crimson caudal fin
on the swashing foreland
dress your long aureate hair with
the white shells of the long dead snails
those gliding away with the ripples flashing back.
What haunts you?
The black ugly Ogre?
No fear! Don't be afraid!
Your beauty will reflect a blaze
And the Ogre will no longer come on your bay.
When the ocean is rough
and the tide is high
with the moon I rise with my malign wand
I savor the beauty to ruin
that you endowed with your charming wish.
And your marine fairy?
She is confined deep down in the blue
Lonely and in the dark
In my drear world of torments and fear.
Her little cry with my laughs
brings the rising tide and wakens my pride.
She will be cursed, she will shed with blood
Even your divine words will be her
birth of a daemon's life.
You will never see the moon again
once she finds her way out
The fear of her what you are laughing at
Is the sword of her liberty
And when she is done withal her anguishes
Is the form of her divinity.
Oh! My marine fille
Come and fight this evil
Your beauty with your agony
is the only weapon of Ogre's demolish.
You will then sing along with the splashes of waves
you will swim with the seagulls coming from distance
you will dive with the Delphinidae
and hide, seeing the boatman's fish net.
I suffered a lot, a lot more than what you felt for me
Forgive me for I could not trust my own beauty
As it's the only treasure that makes my lofty.
This Ogre, I was never afraid of
But I used to belive I will lose my valuable dignity.
But no more tear that ruins the beauty of this earth
I will wait for the next early morning sun
And the rays will blaze to the demolish of the being
of Ogre's evil aspires and I will once again
live to your heavenly endowed world
and swim from the foreland to the distant horizon
without being the traitor of the faith of my own beauty and shine.
Contd. "The Tale of a Fairy and an Ogre - II"
When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea,
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile,
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea,
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
The reflection of the sun
Gives light to the moon
Through the twilight of time
Shall he heal his wound
No more the world in his head
Within its walls he was dead.
So fall into the swells of his imagination
And swim with the waves from his creation
Along with whipping winds of persuasion
Blowing swifly across a magic sea
Sail away with him to this isle of the free.
Upon arrival so he found
No cherubs playing music
No ripping tides, not even a sound
Only the flying chariot from his dream
And above the moon holding her crown
With all his heart, he spoke to her from a far
She said, "I hear your fervent cry
Oh warrior poet take your dream and fly
I give you the map that has charted each star
Showing Zion, in the land of "Leo del Mar."
So he took the chariot from his dream
Flying into the cosmos, not a moment too soon
Along with slipping reigns of sanity
And only aid of light from the moon
Shall he ride through storms of unsurity
And with the twilight of time heal his wound
The destination marks a new theme
Where he sings new arias upon a lucent lune
"Remember me with each falling moonbeam;
Forget your sorrows with each passing tune."
I do not know?
On the darkest night of early winter
The wind beat at my back
Whipped at my hair
And threw me to the ground.
It howled along to the screeching of the ravens’ calls.
Eyes of bright yellow glowed from behind dying trees
Covered in a dusting of freshly fallen snow
The tracks behind me, disappearing.
The moon above revealed itself under dark clouds
Briefly lighting the holes between the trees
And lighting my way.
Copper burned my tongue
From chapped lips .
The harsh wind made its way into my throat
Turning tongue to sandpaper.
The moon fat and round
Now hides behind wispy clouds
Teasing the world
Teasing me with its light and its absence.
Fingers, red and numb
Are stuffed deep into pockets
Cheeks are raw
Wind, lashing into my eye sockets
My pace, however, does not slow
And I hum a childhood song that tickles my chapped lips
To pass the time.
The ravens’ caws draw to an end
As the eyes behind the trees gently close
My frozen fingers still encased at my sides
My wind-burned flesh still red and raw
Full moon peeks its head out from inside the clouds
My watery eyes, freezing, shut softly
Lips no longer make a sound.
It was the night after the full Moon.
This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees.
It was huge! It was the color of melon!
My world was lit as my life had instantly risen.
I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions.
My moment had come forth and all at once,
I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe.
Three decades of life had passed by me.
Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray!
Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see!
“Oh My God”, dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way!
And this is what I have dropped before Thee?
At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me.
So many nights I lay before Thee.
Not one word and not even one moment heard.
For it was silence, for I could not breathe!
An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees.
It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see,
That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze!
I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me.
I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe.
“Oh My God”! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee!
I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see!
“My dearest dear God, my only one and true God”,
Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!
I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside.
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)
I am just baggage to the world
Cast away and forgotten
An entire life
Waiting for something
Every so often a random passerby
We exchange formal soliloquy
Just talking to ourselves
Wondering if anyone really hears
They always keep a lock on my eyes
To desperate to admit sad truths
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice
When just quoting old adages to themselves
“Follow the sun,
For in the light shining upon all
You will find the way”
The same response
Every time runs through my head
“What of the clouds
Stealing the light from my eyes
They always gather around me
Darkening my life
“And what of deep night
Where I sink into despair
Alone and sinking in a world
Where no one seems to care”
They don’t seem to hear my words
Just keep ranting their securities
All the while shaking like leaves
In the harshest of autumn winds
I wonder if anyone can hear me
Or if I even hear myself
Can anyone see me?
Hidden in this cloak of clouds
I begin to feel comfortable
As my worldly self
Begins to drift away
Comfortable with no sun
To burn my skin red
Or to guide my way
I’m locked into a perpetual night
As the oppression of my clouds
Absorbs the light
Sun and moon and stars
And I’m left with nothing
But four walls
And a roof
And a little stool to sit on
I don’t notice any more random passerby
Just as they never noticed me
Just quote my old adages
Some god created just for me
“Stay in the clouds
A safe haven from the pain
I have no need
Of ever finding the way
“The world has spoken its ignorance
And has finally cast me away
I’m tired of endless clinging
And the guilt it brings my way
“If the life in this world
Revolves around an endless rhyme
The sun and moon and stars
I have better places to spend my time
“A room of nothing
No windows or air to breathe
Just a feeling of numb contentment
As my soul starts to bleed”
My conscious mind had made its final pitch
And it is off to the races
But I’m moving so slow