My first poem, Dawns Light, was written for the woman who once held my heart in the palm of her hand. When she was fealing a little down I asked "What can I do to cheer you up?" Her reply was simply "Write me a poem." |
Born with blade in hand
But Lifes steel is sharp...
Wandering lost in this forest
Weaving through branches and thistle...
Ahhh the Gnomes
Those terrible Gnomes...
You kept me hidden
None were to know...
Final moment drawing near
One more meal before the end...
Leprechaun striding on a car directing the day
Dis way, dat way, words of play...
Once more do I cast mine eyes upon this hollowed...
Still gazing with that same longing as before...
One more day is gone
Away from the pain of yesterday...
Rose of great beauty
stinging thorns piercing the hand...
New dance has begun
Gone are the Snow Pixies...
Never claim to be sane, it's more fun that way. |
I don't have many friends but a lot of people who aren't enemies, yet. |