The Last Saxon

Hereward the Wake
Last man of Saxon Blood
To rise against the Normans
Did his efforts matter
Did his efforts linger
In the past did he plant a seed
That grew into a forest
Was it a fallacy
A rebellion that echoed
To the present
Or was his life just fodder
A life snuffed out
And crushed by the day
One cannot easily change
The course of a river
But one life can lead
Many to change together
And lead to rebellion
One saying no is the beginning
Hereward was that one

Lifeless Living

Endless tears
And silent screams
Since you've left
I cannot escape
In the depth of an abyss
A pit laid out before me
A torture self induced
My flesh is sorrow kissed
Without your love to redeem
A plague of misery
How tightly woven
My soul was to you
To come undone is to destroy
All I am
And my dreams stolen
For you were all I longed for
You were all I desired
And now there is nothing
Left of me
Now knowing
Nothing worth saving
Nothing
But plague dust
And fallen dreams
Dried tears
And memories
Ill becoming
A dead man
Left breathing
Without life in his body

In My Father's Castle

I sipped from the goblet
That held the wine of life
It was glorious
The taste of the vintage
Of the grapes of the vine
Grown especially for this day
Never again would it be known
This taste
Nor would I know
Another like it
I drank without shame
For in my father's castle
There was only splendor
There was no fear of want
There was never a day of need
In my father's castle
There was only knowledge of perfection
The walls were built with excellence
Every stone laid with precision
Every corner a perfectly fit
The riders from the horizon
Could see the towers
From the towers the banners rippled
In the winds
The banners drew from every countryman
Pride and love
For our father was a good king
And he loved us and provided
In every way imaginable
Some mock our loyalty
Some say we are not free
They are wrong however
We have the greatest freedom
We chose to be loyal
We chose to be in service
In return we are given
All that we need
All that we want
And more
We are part of the legends
Greater than our own lives
We become part of a story
Woven of steel
And we are part of a legacy
Rich in truth, and lore

Unrequited by her perfect beauty

Since I saw her
I have been incomplete
And for having seen her
I have been in despair
I will never be able
To overcome her mystique
She lay there in the finest silks
Her body was finer, without match
The color of her hair was unique
And it poured across her flesh
Her skin so pure and smooth
None could possible imagine it
Without seeing it
She lay still, fully asleep
Her auburn hair was streaked
With indescribable colors
And her lips so full
Drove me mad
With an inner passion
Yes I long for her but I realize
I will never be made whole
By having her in my arms

The Echo, The View

A nymph known
By the name of Echo
Loved talking
A gift of entertaining speech
The wife of the great God Zeus
Hera, Queen of Olympus
Took away that gift
For Hera trusted her
And
Then learned
That her trust was folly
Echo told Hera stories
At length entertained the queen
In truth, had distracted Hera
Because all that while
King Zeus
Who longed to be free
And to be wild
Used that moment
When Hera was otherwise focused
To consort with Echo's sister nymphs
The intimate interludes
In a fashion were due Echo's deceit
Her voice, which she loved
More than anything
Would no longer be hers
She would no longer be heard
As a being in her voice
Now only able
To echo what was said
By whoever spoke before her
Cursed, still she endured
And lived
Seeing a youth
And following him
She understood that
She very much desired him
He was beautiful
Vain, well proportioned
Reckless and wild
Untamed
Oh he was exciting
She followed at first
From a distance
Who's there?  he shouted
She tried to call to him
Who's there, she replied
Her voice simply echoed
The last thing she had heard
After a chase he said
Let us meet
She was thrilled
So she tried to get closer
And he noticed her then
But he became distracted
By the view
Of his face
So perfect
The tranquil water
Like a voice to him
Calling him beautiful
So very beautiful
And voiceless
She began to cry
And as he stared
Transfixed
He could not move
Until he died
And her tears fell
Until she faded away
And in their place
The echo of the water
Always ringing
Upon the shores
A Narcissus flower
Remain

Believing in Forever

Never let me go
Please
I believe in forever
Lay with me
Be with me
Sleep, dream and walk together
Let our bond be firm
Never be undone
I want to spend each moment
Loving you, none other
Because you are the only one
We have so little time upon this place
Every second should be dear
Time is not permanent
Our place is insecure
We hear echoes
In the gloaming
Of the ghosts of our past
Coming near
Sand through our fingers
Time lost to each day
Moments lost to our present
Lingering in our fears
Time slips through our bodies
Nothing is left in the end
But the water from our tears
Memories and regrets
Shall never amount to a thing
But the longer we stand and stare
At every ocean of tears
We lose the present moments
And lose time to be near

Somniloquy

Taken from the mist
Shaken from the dead
Somniloquist
Awakened within 
The eternal dialogue
Somnambulist
Lost while amazed 
Yet we walk
Somnolence
Our flesh is dying
Terminus has arrived
Quietus we stand
Undying but yet
Voluntarily entering
The Island of the Dead
Shall we then be free
Of those who damn
From the judgment
Of the pointing hands
And into the arms
Instead
Of eternity

Lord Krishna speaking in the Bhagavad Gita

"You grieve for those who should not be grieved for;
yet you speak wise words.
Neither for the dead nor those not dead do the wise grieve.
Never was there a time when I did not exist
nor you nor these lords of men.
Neither will there be a time when we shall not exist;
we all exist from now on.
As the soul experiences in this body
childhood, youth, and old age,
so also it acquires another body;
the sage in this is not deluded."

United For Our Land

Shall we dance
Across this land
With the minefields
And razor wire
Through the bombs
And the machine guns
Afire
Shall we sing
For freedom
When there is nothing
Beyond our hopes
That we can see
Although the enemy
Is mighty
Although his forces
Are strong
We will fight for our land
Forever
To counter with right
All that is wrong
Slava Ukrayini! 
Heroyam slava!

Upon Avalon's Pristine Shore

I was appointed to guard him
His flesh was different
He was the king
My ship rode upon the stream
Of dreams of the king of Albion
And was lost when he was taken
Closed his eyes to sleep
Upon the bosom of Avalon
So violently parted this plane
With final combat with his bastard
Mordred and Arthur joined
Blood mixing by spear and thrust
First by sword the child
Excalibur ending one life
Mordred's Spear ending the life
Of an immortal being
How can the undying die?
I cannot take any more
My heart is broken
How can the keeper of the flame
Be taken away
The red dragon banner
Coiled in sorrow
Swords thrust into the grounds
In shame
For the loss
Gutted to the core
Arthur king of the Britons
And all of Camelot
Return to us
Or I will die laying
Upon Avalon's
Pristine Shore
Until you do

Not enough love

When I saw her finally walk in
I lit up in joy
My body was electric
My mood afire
But 
That ended quickly
She looked away
And
When I did catch her glance
She looked at me
With neither love nor sadness
In her eyes
Only resignation
She used to say she loved me
And now I see
She says it no longer
She doesn't say anything
And her look seems
To reveal shame
Why?
Did she want my castration?
It wasn't just frustration?
It was something worse than sadness
A grieving for something
That never was
An aborted love
That never had a chance
For her expectations were so much greater
Than anything I could give her
She wanted a mansion
And my love and being
Could only provide completeness

A Defender

Not because I enjoy battle

But because I have given my life

Not to fulfill a vainglorious fate

But that I have made a choice

I am a human being

Yet I have become greater

Because I am sworn

A defender of the faith

I will continue fighting

Until I am broken

Without relent

And I will keep fighting

Without allies or armor

My fate does not matter

My body is not a vessel

It is neither permanent

Nor is it powerful

But it is able,

It is determined

My flesh some day will pass

It is temporal

But until then

It will continue the fight

Until no blood pours out

Until my heart stops

Until my breathing ends

Because my soul exists

In a place far from this

Because I am sworn

My task had begun

Long before my first act

Whether building bridges

Caring for the wounded

Feeding the poor

Defending the weak

By accepting my oath

My life had already been given

My soul had already ascended

It is this body made of flesh

Animated by some divine

Purpose

My Love, Our Love is Our Moment

I didn't choose you
Love chose us
My heart told me
Who you were
Mon coeur est à toi
Toujours et à jamais
I love you my flame
You've been my love
Since the moment
Had begun
The moment
Became our lifetime
And when I am lost
I call your name
For you are my home
And without you
I am undone

 “Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.”Lao Tzu

On High

I was never given wings
So I thought I couldn't fly
But the moment you loved me
I grew wings
I knew I was able
I soared
I was lifted upon the winds
On high
Skyward bound
I climbed like a rocket
No one ever, ever
Gave me such strength
To soar, not even to fly
Breaking the bonds
Of my imprisonment
Of my solitude
Of gravity
You gave me this freedom
These wings
With these wings, upon the winds
I ascended the highest heights
Ripping a hole
In the sky

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Your fire burned me

The fire has burned full through
The pain drives me to my knee
Tears pour out
Fires rage unabated
The anger in you
The love in you
The depths of your passions
Are not mysterious
I feared where they might lead us
And surely enough
Your love decided my fate
I burned unto ashes
Until all that remained
Was char and dust
This elegant torture
My delicate flesh
Destroyed again
Now I hunger
Insatiate
Every time I look at you
I bleed from my soul
Never ending pain
Just knowing
You love someone
Else
Burned
Scarred
Castrated
While I waited
For you to heal me
Still knowing
You never will
And I'll never heal

Leaving my Hive

Dreams or nightmares
All the same to me
I sleep that of the dead
Not a movement
Not a flash of REM
Blackness and quiet
Urged into action
A busy world
Discomforts
The land
Upon the waking
Dawn cracks the surface
Of the horizon
But I refuse
The beckoning
I refuse the command
To be
What others demand
Of me
By midday I am getting burned
My neck is red from the sun
Beating down
As I walk through the dust
And sand
Midwaist knee deep
My guts churn
The path I follow
Isn't easy
Nor does it matter
It is the only one
I am allowed
I move
As the world
Feels it has done
Something
By making nothing
By breaking something
Creation or destruction
Nothing matters
So long as they look busy
In their hills
Busy
Doing nothing
While I walk
To the end
Again

Thunder

black skies warn me
in the midst of the morning
when I hear the winds forming
the storm begins raging
in my mind
lightning strikes
thunder crashes
my flesh is a cage
trapping me inside
my bondage
within my being
I close my eyes
they've stopped seeing
All that goes before them
is a blur
close my eyes
shut down my mind
until the thunder stops
and the lightning's flash
strikes no more

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Isolate Suffocate Supplicate

Je suis désolé

I am, in fact, alone

After a lifetime of choices

I have found myself rebuilding

What had never been broken

Hearing voices harrowing me

Because of my decisions

Yet there is nothing 

Shielding my heart

From unspoken hope

I have moved upon 

The surface of this earth

I have walked one million miles

Never wavering

But I am done

Je suis fini

For the reasons 

All of my efforts

Lost among my life's cost

My hopes are dashed

The skies are black

My memory is gray

I am discontented

With my path

And there is nothing more
I can do

Je suis désolé

I have in fact

Become desolation

Suffocation

I begin to suffocate

For this isolation 

I have endured

My body driven 

My body down

To a permanent kneeling

Position

Endlessly

Supplicate  

Philippians 4:6 "Be anxious for nothing; but in every
thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known unto God."

Mjölnir's Wrath

Lightning
Blue
Electric
Wild
Flies
Across the sky
Mjölnir
Explodes
Mercilessly
Destroys
One of Surtyr's Giants
More still die
Mjölnir
Returns to the hand
Of the wielder
THOR
GOD OF THUNDER
Son of Odin
Prince of Asgard
Rider of the clouds
Wielder of Mjölnir
Unleashing lightning

I am faced with a choice

Have I any worth?

Am I worthy of this life?

I am living

But do I matter?

Why is there so much suffering?

Why do I go on

when so many others fall short?

Answers without reason

Questions I don't want to ask

But need to

Standing shaking before

An ocean filled with emotions

Tears abundantly provided

By the memories of the past

Flooded as I step

Quickly drawn beneath

Pulled up as quickly

The waves lift me

As if by some deity's command

Rivers pour 

Through cracks upon the canyon

Weathering cracked the land

Thrown into the depths

Never moving 

From where we've been cast

I can live now

Or die

By my choosing

My life is in my hands

I must remember always

Too often I forget
The times where I was
Lost
Fallen and broken
Forgotten by others
Spat upon
Deceiving me
Mistreating me
But you gave me hope
Gave me courage
And love and understanding
Despite my being unworthy
I have healed
I have grown wise
And I have realized
All that life offers
And still I forget
What you have done
By lightening my load
Forgiving my debt
When no one else cared
When no one else would listen
It is not easy when you've overcome
To remember
Because you must go back and relive
The times of pain and sadness
But without that I would not be worthy
Of all you have done for me
I'd like to believe that I am
An honorable man
And to be worthy
Requires my mindful task
Of being aware
Of how I arrived where I am
From the first moments
To the last
Is a journey
A continuum
And that path
Cannot be understood
With the moments of joy
Ignoring those times
When I was crushed
I surrender
For your flag
Is the one I serve under
Yours is the one
That I carry upon my chest
And shield

My True name is lost

I have been called a god
By those who worship
Called by many names
None know my name true
They still pray
But I am not
Apollo nor Christ
Yahweh nor Allah
They seek to know
But it matters not
If they could know it
Their curious minds
Could not perceive
Who I am or what I am
They could never endure
The dreadful cost in pain
That I pay
That I continue to pay
For eternity is expensive
For reality has no bottom
For the truths that I know
The pain I experienced
For the hunger
To retrieve from the stream
I have seen galaxies birth
Black holes swallow planets
The glories of creation
Energy swirl about new life
The hands of fate awaken the universe
The cosmic winds blow
And I fly upon them
I have lived forever
Have seen life forms build
Across the surface of the earth
Like ants and anthills
Then whence reaching their peak
They destroy each other
They are united in making war together
Yielding a harvest of bitterness
The tears of eternity pass quickly
For other worlds with be made
Other life forms will break the old curses
By being born into the stream
But they will incur the same wrath
Will follow the same path
Bring upon themselves their fall
The cycle renews
Ad nauseam

Even with wings I could not fly

Credit: Rogério Timóteo

The future is before us
Unwritten, bright
Shining and spotless
Like the Mediterranean 
Because of my father's genius
We will overcome
His hard work
Allowed us this moment
We will fly above the sea
Like the gulls
Like the GODS
He is worthy
I will become so
For the child of a god is a god. Yes?
He is telling me now all these directions
Don't fly too high, don't fly too low
Yes yes I know.
All I have in this life, is my father
I have nothing else, he's given me hope
He has given me my mind's work
Together we have labored
To escape this place
And how exciting
My wings will carry me
Away far away
In the thin sky
Above the sea
Some might fear the method
Some might long for safety
But I trust my father's means
And his skills
And his ways
He is the brightest man
Of the entire Greek sea
Which is why he is
Imprisoned here
I am as well
And we must leave
Or never be free
Like caged beasts
To be pitied
To be of lower class
To be of lesser esteem
My father always said
I was beautiful
I was brave
I was his gift
From the pantheon
Of Zeus
I was not made to be pitied
Nor was he
So we shall fly   
Father said some warnings or such
Certain his workmanship will suffice
The sun is so hot
My wings are melting
They fall apart
I am losing altitude
The sea rushes up
To greet me
Father I have failed you
Once again

Lord Frederick Leighton

I will let you grieve

Silently, from a distance
I cried as you kissed him goodbye
I shed tears for his life
Soon to pass
But more than that
I cried for the pain in your heart
Because I know
How I would feel
In the same place
But I can't say so
I have to give you room to grieve
To endure
To survive
In your own way
What is in my soul
I believe
All I know
I will be quiet
And pray
Until you can breathe again
There is no shame in sorrow
No shame in the quiet of a hurting heart
Only quiet
And my waiting arms
Although it is possible
The clues are too arcane to know
In the waiting
I might mistake silence
For being unable
To reach out
So call my name

My Life, My Winter

Winter for some is renewal 

A time to sleep and recover

It is  part of a cycle 

That inevitably rebounds in Spring

For others it represents the dying of things

The decay of life

My life has entered that season

But I do not foresee renewal

I see terminus

Not for my sorrows 

Or grieving

And not maudlin tears for show

Rather from finding the moment

The period I am entering

As having no way of escape

For not seeing the path

That I know is before me

It is covered

Beneath the densely packed snow

Packed hard from the footpaths

And the travels of others

While I dithered

And was left

To decide my way

I stopped and took a break

And found that I was covered

With ice, and cold, and exhaustion

That might determine my fate

The Thunder Gods: Wind and Fire

Once begun
The Divine Wind was a fire
It burned fiercely in the hearts
Of the warriors of the Rising Sun
It was unquenchable
Like a wildfire with fuel
The Kamikaze as they were called
Believed that in their death
They would ascend to heaven
Become Gods Of Thunder
Entering a pantheon
Divine protectors of their homeland

Like the god Susanoo-woo
Who sent the typhoon
The Wind that crushed
Mongols invading Japan
At Hakata Bay
The Kamikaze sought
To follow the path
The winds of the past
Had created
They entered death freel

The pilots attacked
With no chance to survive
They believed they would stop
The tide of war
Fatal calculations
One pilot = One ship
Only the anti-aircraft flak
Could slow down the Divine Wind
The fire raged
Until Japan was crushed
By a different fire
Set by American planes
And two bombs

Dreamless State

This is my life
I wait for the end
My life paid out
With wrath
That crushes souls
My journey
So long and alone
Yet I never held doubt
I walked the despised path
Hated and spat upon
Storms crushing hope
Black clouds
The bleeding rains
Pouring down
So very cold
Wounds never heal
Never rising above
Bitter shame
I can never last
But for now
I endure
But even in
Mother's arms
Even held by love
I can not sleep
Nightmares fill my head
Haunting my dreams
Until I lay
Wakeless
Yet awake
And pray
For any kind
Of relief

Nothing left, so it seems

A mockery of opportunity
We walk alone
From the garden we've been cast
The hunger for meaning
Continues forward
While we try to ignore
The past devastation
Of innocence
Childhood slashed
Forgive the stolen moments
The small torments
That color our memory
Existence is balanced
With the future's hope
And the tragedies of the past

Forgotten Warriors

In his day he'd done great things
Traveled the world
Fought for the king and won battles
None could have dreamed possible
But he was unconcerned
Never felt alone
Never loved a girl
Never worried for his future
He knew he had family
Within his unit
Closer than brothers he said
He'd be fine, taken care of
When the time came
He was in the moment
He was everything
He ever wanted to be
But some of his brothers
Were now dead
But that was part of life
Soldiers pass on
He never needed medals
Or thanks
From his country
But now
His time was ending
Upon the earth
Age and wounds
Took their toll
Soon he'd die
His spirit would be free
Until then he suffered
For despite his life
Given for the state
He was forgotten
By king and country
And it was the epitome
Of shame

 

My Service To The King

I never lost purpose

I was devoted and true

But I am tired

I obeyed every command

With distant memories

Of a young man’s dreams

With a constant awareness

Of the need for purity

I did not partake

In pleasures of the flesh

And I have grown weary

And old

With long lost desires

For complete victory

My quest is over

A knight in a lawless land

I am the last of my kind

A remnant of a fallen era

My world survives

But I surrender

My life has reached an end

My flesh is broken

Without hope I cannot endure

My being is worn

Je suis fini

My body will never mend

I cannot exist this way

And I shall pass

Into the grey

For my flesh is weak

My mind is tortured

My spirit is bound in pain

I am a tapestry in tatters

There is no future

For me

But I do trust

And I do believe

In the mission

I performed

And for those who remain

Will thrive

For the High King is worthy

And he shows mercy

To all who ask

I have served

And I am finished

But I was blessed

To perform the task

To live for the King

When nothing else mattered

I have his blessing

And his thanks

For a job well done

Burning Fields

A future form of torture
Will see my thoughts
Published as words
To my horror
My world will be upturned
When the world learns
I am waiting for your call
After all this time
I have not moved forward
The world knows my fortunes
I never give up
Because I have nothing
That is of worth
To anybody
Not even me
Don't you see
I am here still
I was left behind
And there is nothing left
But the words I think
Being read by everyone will reveal
The truth
I am nobody
I am nothing
There is nothing good
Any longer
Take a walk in my field
The grass is burned
The drought surreal
Devastation
And you never returned
To harvest my heart
You never returned
To reap my soul
The seeds were planted
And left to die
But the world still eats
There is no famine
Only one person is damaged
That is me

Clouds Or Smoke

Upon the horizon I see 

Clouds dark

Awaiting 

But without relief

I never knew sorrow, so sweet

Never had a wound, like this

Every day I see your photo

I hold back the tears, of the years

Because I know, I lost you

To the call of another

Who does all

That I cannot

I see the clouds in the sky

But they look more like smoke

Black clouds with a sheen 

That comes from being alight

My life is on fire

And there is burning

Inside my viscera

My life has been

Burned away

As if by match
And kerosene

And all I can do

Is watch

As the smoke rises

As my memories burn

So serenely

Dementia

The Angel of Death
Brings the harvest
Of the field of life
But it brings
Plagues of woe
Upon sorrow's memory
Shameful misery
She left me
Without warning
Destroying me
Cutting without a knife
She was lost
Upon a sea of dementia
Wasting her precious moments
Crushing her history
Collective humanity
An arcane mystery
Now just simple flesh
Without context
And I miss who she was
But not who she became
Did the pointed finger
Of the Angel of Death
Somehow redeem?

The Moment I Saw You

The moment I saw you
For the first time
I bit my lip to keep from saying
God have mercy upon me
I had been upon my knees
Praying
For a vision
And you were that and more
Your beauty was stunning
Beyond the reach
Of my prayer
Your mind a challenge
A mystery of grace
Filled with knowledge
And strength
I knew the moment
I saw you
That I was condemned
To forever want
What I cannot have
An irredeemable desire
A flood that could not be stemmed
That single moment
I stood
Alive for the first time
About to be crushed
By a wave
Of desire
To reach an unreachable height
Burned
In unquenchable fire

God and Swan

He saw her from a distance
He wanted her
She was seeking solace
She was uncovered
Nude but for the foliage
Around the pond
While others watched
Upon far Olympus
The gods and goddesses
Found spectacle
Found sport
In the interaction
Of these two beings
One of their own
From Olympus
Would fail, spectacularly
Despite an outwardly human form
They were not
She was a queen
Of her elvish race
He was a god
A warrior, a king
She was unmoved by his form
He was very aware
Of her, her scent
Her black hair
Her white skin
He quickened
She felt fear
She ran from him
He pursued
Closely
Desperate to escape
She transformed from nymph to swan
He stopped in his tracks
The black swan quickly leaped to the air
With a wild flapping of wings
The warrior god stared as she rose
He knew he could call upon the thunder
Or the rain, to slow her escape
But he didn't lust her
Any longer
He simply was bemused
That she was unique
Different than any other being
What other magic did she possess
Her mysterious being was so alluring
Her difference more beautiful
Than her beauty
To the god who watched

The Bones of the Necropolis

Ignorant of the prophet's words

Most barely read let alone 

To realize what was said

Ancient metropolis, emptied of life and lust

Modern necropolis, tombs and ossuaries

Bones left in the dust

The children sing odes to the dead

Future society without conscience

Lives lived without fear of consequence

A populous that died for their opulence  

But none worry, nor care

The dead take care of their own

The world painted gray and red

Nothing lives in the zone

Nothing exists all alone

The world collapsed

Upon itself

Ancient bones of steel

Concrete and plastic

Wood burned away

Nothing is left

Neither memories

Nor legacies

Remain

I am not worthy but I am amazed

I was not the one
To find it
I was not the one
To hold it
I sought the Grail
To heal my lord
Arthur, King of all Britons
The most cherished lord
Enlightened
To lead
We were sent
To quest
To find the chalice
Arthur, Briton's lion
He was the soul
Of our living land
From the ocean north
To the southern shore
Beyond Avalon's horizon
A beautiful world
Reigned over by a man
Sent by the eternal God
But the land was grieved
And the king was ill
From the breath
Of the dragon
Upon him
In full sorrow
From his loss
Of his Queen
From his wounds
Upon his heart
From Mordred
His ill conceived son
To find it was to heal him
To hold it was to heal me
But my soul was to darkened
From life's wounds grieving me
But Avalon's prince
Arthur
Would rise again
And then the world
Would be made good

Winds of my soul, blow through

  Cast out and filled with doubt

I have fallen

Again

My flesh now cold

Winter without snow

Winds blow

Burn inside of me

Inside my soul

As I am cast aside

Losing a sacred destiny

Out of my reach

Future consumed

A quest failed

Disconsolate

Deeply wounded

Broken

Crows call out

Telling me to look

Beyond myself

Through my cloak of sorrow

Wrapped across this body

The pain flows

I was burning inside

My eyes were dry

I had cried

Bitter tears

Every time

They had poured down

Like a flood

Over the barren desert plain

From my deepest pain

Dust came rising up

From my boots

In the Valley of Death

I wore a crown of thorns

Caked in blood

And dirt

My destiny fading

I had no home

I walked

Alone

Broken by cynical fears

Broken by jaded dreams

Alone

Until you came to my side

I finally woke unto my being

My flesh became alive

When I tasted your soul

I became worthwhile

When I touched

Your hand

I became hope

You amaze me

Your spirit is flying

High above the surface

Beyond anything I know

Exquisite and elegant

Angelic vision

Otherworld exotic

Beauty beyond measure

Nothing so vulgar or erotic

You are a higher being

Above all humanity

Holding me

As you soar

Teaching me the truth

As your celestial spirit beams

Far from the land I know

From Eden to urbanity

From existence

To surreality

Yours is the star

Rising over the horizon

To be celebrated by lower beings

Because you are worthy

Of the love and adoration

Renewed 

I feel your serenity

As the peace surrounds you

A blanket of stars

Wrap us tightly

I am by your side

You are healing me

From a lifetime

That had scarred

My soul

You are my destiny

Reborn

I know

This

Now I know

I fall before the Grail

The depths of my failings

Go far beyond simple sin

I am unable to remove 

The flaw

For my failing covers

All

I am unable to stop

I am unable to slow

My descent

I am only able

To perform dissection

For my wounds

Cleanse me

My life

My faith

My sorrows

Wound me

I grieve my imperfection

I have failed

My God

My King

My self

But I strive forward

And repent

My resurrection

Will come

When I die

In the service

Of my King

My brother Arthur

And God

In Love and Sleep

Hylas was a poet

A warrior, and friend

A companion of Heracles

Became tired, exhausted even

From the epic journey

Still without end

Laying upon the river bank

He heard the water rush

And soon fell asleep

And there he dreamed

Of the world called 

The land of the Faer

Filled with beauty

And longing

And magic

He woke with a start

To see a nereid watching

From water's edge

As he slept

He couldn't decide

If he was awake or still dreaming

So he gently welcomed 

Her attentions

And drifted

Back to dream

Of where he was

In sleep

Thread

Some who don't believe

Suggest I should try to die

Because I believe in eternity

Some who do believe

Say there should not be suicide

Because it violates God's creed

I say that my life is my fate

My journey comes from inside

And my path isn't for debate

I do believe

And have tried 

To live in a way to please my God

I hang on here by a thread

Because of those who I love

But I'm ready for the Isle of the Dead

The thread weaves through my life

My son and my wife

And all of my family and friends