Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Death Is But A Whisper

Death is but a whisper
It calls you by your name
Death is not wild and scary
It is gentle and tame
Death doesn't take the ones we love
But it always gets all of the blame
Death has a honey sweet breath
That relieves us all from pain
Death has a cold, icy grip
But only to put out our life's flame
Death takes us to better places
After we've been claimed
One day when you're old or weak
Or done everything you were meant to do
Death will softly kiss your cheek
And take your pain away too

She Wanders

She wanders amongst the dead and grey.
The pained, the blind, they're here to stay.
She sunk into this darkened place,
with her own pain and disgrace.
She feels trapped, wanting out,
but cannot see beyond her doubt.
Even if she did go back,
there are things that she would lack.
She still had questions in her heart
but the answers stood apart.
And so she sunk down,
to this place to drown,
in the questions that she always ponders,
forcing her to forever wander.
How does she decide,
from what is wrong and what is right.
Feeling when her heart is torn.
shifting, morphing. changing form.
Knowing that she cannot hide,
from the things she feels inside.
But she cannot face them,
cannot place them,
cant erase them.
As she wanders, she searches.
Not knowing what shes looking for.
Until her savior finally emerges,
she will wander ever more.

Sunday, January 15, 2012


There is always a time,

A time to laugh,

A time to sing,

Maybe a time,

For you and me.

If you want,

I can wait,

Our time,

Can come,

A little late.

A time to smile,

A time to cry,

A time to dance,

You can always,

Give love a chance.

A time to kiss,

A time to hug,

A time to miss,

If nothing else,

Listen to this.

A time to risk,

Take a chance,

See what we can,

Get out of this.

Maybe this is it.

I hope you know

I hope you know,

This is the end,

I'm tired of,

This big mess.

I hope you know,

You had your chance,

But this one isn't,

Going to last.

I hope you know,

I'm not waiting,

All I felt for,

You is fading.

I hope you know,

I'm stronger than,

You may think,

I hope we are,

Now in sync.

I want you now,

To please move on,

My feelings I felt,

Are done.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

A Hero's Beginning

Sitting in a wagon, riding to his doom
The Adventurer rests, listening
His fellow captives, telling their tales
Angrily, their brows bristling
Talking to each other about their fate,
The four wrongfully captured,
Soon to be sent to Sovngarde,
Away in a glorious rapture.
Arriving at the prison Keep,
The Axeman solemnly waiting,
The Adventurer leans out, sees his fate,
His energy quickly abating.
Kneeling to the chopping block,
The Axe above his head,
The Hero accepts what will become,
He will soon be dead.
Suddenly, a beast lands,
Sounding on the tower
Blasting the crowd below, his Voice
Resonating with power
The Hero escapes,
He goes on the run,
His perilous journey has just begun.