Rainy eyes

I saw her face
Touched her eyes
Melted into her
Waiting lips
And fell away crying so
Crushed again
My heart was ripped
For she was just a dancer
In the memory of fate
She beckoned me
To taste
And I wonder
In the moment
What was there to know
In the first place
Longing and desperation
Unrequited need and hope
Emotional starvation
I saw her face
And I was healed
There was hope
We'd embrace
and I would know
Redemption
Redeem me
Like a drought by rain
Redeem me
Breathe in me
Let me be consumed
And let me believe

WHITE HART IN WINTER RUNNING

This is a poem from my book Arthur, the sequel to Lancelot... News to come as to the date it will be out.

In the last dregs of winter
In the forest there was no sound
Just a recently thawed creek
And a hart, taking a drink
Legs sinking
Into the mud freshly soft
The white hart, a beautiful wild beast
Caught the eye, of Arthur’s party
As they set to hunt about the vast grounds
Of Camelot’s lay
As the hart darted away there wasn’t a sound
The hart leapt all obstacles
So graceful and lithe
It moved without effort
So beautiful it escaped time
So many desired in the party
Deigned to be with the king
His company was genuine and kind
He was a joyful companion
As were those with him
But he alone spurred his charger to action
And gave chase into the wood
The hart was quicker than fast
But nonetheless it could move
Agile and without sound
Unlike the war horse hooves
Arthur spied the hart
And for a moment notched an arrow
But unlike for so many prey
He set down his bow
So rare did he see such a creature
Perfect but for its presence here
Upon the earth
A single tear trickled down
And he rode from the hart
Wondering for his courage
But knowing deep within
It was no sin to have compassion
For the innocent

Echoes

The echoes of the love
Haunt me like a ghost
Passing before me
But still there, fading
She left and still
Its there, betraying
Laying in shreds
But still displays
The body of our love
The haunting goes on
Leaves me in disarray
Because I still believe
Yet it decays
Falling into a crevice
The deepest darkest hole
Found within my heart
Crushing my soul
Oh my Lord I sing
Let me die
For the being before me
Steals my hope
Crushes my dreams
Makes me cry
Slaughters my esteem
And if it were to ask
To hold my hand
I would surely say yes
For love demands
Love demands

In the tall grass

I hold her hand as we walk
Through fields woven in tall grass
The low sun of Autumn still warm
Our passions pour out fast
Like we are a raging storm
We love like it won’t last
And we hunger for the other
Her lips reach mine
I drink her spirit in
Oh I love her, I love her
It is she who I adore
She is finer than wine
Upon my tongue
And in her love I transform
From broken hearted sadness
To hope, beyond hope
There is no scorn
No transgressions
Simply love
With her I am
Reborn

The Dominion of Death

Make no mistake, the angel Azrael will visit you. He visits everyone.



There will be an end to all things as sure as Night closes Day, while the spectre of death will haunt and the angel of death will slay, Every moment wasted is a greater death to face for the seconds that pass will never come again, no matter the words of or manner of the things you pray.

The plagues you hold close to your heart will wound you for the sins you act upon will not soothe or help you in the quest to learn the truth, there is no answer for your acts, no easy solutions to the pain, but these attacks, will surely drive you insane.




Death will come,
The plague doctor cannot stop it
Death will be here soon
You cannot pay its cost





"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people." Kahlil Gibran