Simple Smile

A day would pass then would never smile,
Was it then her heart did beat too fast,
Then knew the sanctum in which she stood,
The pillar how gay was once she knew,
As though the clouds brought her thus to fall,
In sync with all is but none too small,
Reader, no angel she was but better folk,
She’ll give her arms in chains for bitter foe,
Grieves in hearth is she in respite but woe,
A lasting sigh succumb to fickle hopes she throw,
At once she stops her fight to endless treat, Read More

Shepherd

It was simple what walks it may,
Entail none wait, as heart so fair,
But I am known to fear little,
Though tender tears mine eyes how red,
Is subtle drop that flows to sea,
That ye call gods cry less too few,
Such is their weep we call the sea,
I’d rather daring splendour boast,
Ere risks be shook, her hearth be took,
The brought that bought to what life got,
Wanton of things what price to pay, Read More

Her name’s a captain

There she walks but still she lay,
Subtle thought, small move what may,
Then thought it was just mere a dream,
Hence seen herself the boards these seem,
No wood, not even in morn, can it blow,
Whatever right you have, it is well low,
At last she conquers not her enemies, but all,
May it seem fair to say that she walks on all,
As she walks through the ship so she knows,
‘Las there’s a single cabin not she throws,
Within it is lay the captain’s bed and stead,
Soon she realised, then she knew, then she led,
At last was land fought and seas crushed anew,
But no better was her heart that rushed so new,
And then the waters rebound into fires unknown,
Once she awoke, hence she knew her life in fate renown.

Fool’s Dialogue

But in a row of cards I cannot yet choose,
Nor pick by chance a single hope to see,
I am simply looking both ways what chance brought,
My failures are simply better cards placed to win,
Though I cannot for life decide what I want,
Must you give me a chance to fall to rise?
Then I am sane, I am living for sane insane,
But these whispers in the dark are clear,
Longing or messaged, there’s a fickle feat,
Aye, there’s a time to be had to be made time,
In a world where for a moment nothing made sense,
Along the way you pick up the things never thought, Read More

Named

I gain an aspect of humanity and drop it into the ocean. Once the seas are formed, then the land will appear. Once the land appears, so shall the truth begin. Whence known it shall find its place in the heart of history; who knew that breath that once took pace. At last they walk and then knew not their fate. At once they fought and breathed not good faith. I shall crush them in the tears of mine disgraced that conjure wild and storm them through. My word as good as fauna; my hand little but soft too gained. For’t were banished souls and cry the signs of light deepen the songs of woe – a distant cry heard in the softest blue as marble shine, this merry dark, this rock of beast in the widest black. Read More

One Sitting

For a moment I’m somewhere else; the rest falls away. To unwind, this place is my mind’s gathering. I enjoy the silence more; everything goes away. It’s not the paintings I end up looking at; it’s myself. Like mirrors, I think where I should go. If I could, I’d walk through the paintings. Take me distant far from here, away from the rest of society into thy own. For a split second, mine eyes were slow but gazed short the passing of time. Then I wander through the halls, and then I’m away from all. Read More

Through the Mirror

At times he would not but dares,
Would look through himself how deep,
Who he is and thinks where he lairs,
Tears and anger aren’t enough to weep,
How shallow a life without chance to dive,
But will take this chance search within,
Give him stars to the mind he calls hive,
Let them fall so high and low as he’s in,
This road so vast and rough no stones to turn,
Would he stop now only to find behind so black?
Nay, he’ll walk a few more miles lest he burn,
Though take heed wisdom that once did he lack,
Then, in the creases of dark stirs a thought,
Hence, even the simplest idea turns to light, Read More

Matchmaker

Simple steps what pleasant actions were made,
Little by little is the smile he laid,
Another man, a lady he promised,
What a day, just after work and hesitates,
Those simple acts so present so bare,
It’s only just that he treats her fair,
Shun not I, seek not advice how solemn,
Breathes deep too deep ere the heart the sun beats,
The feel that crawls through the soul ere it heats,
Given the cocoons locked within are slowly hatched,
Surely give butterflies to hatch once more,
Though no choice made, but sits so patient,
Like the long wait to be seen by her Love,
So sits and calls the Matchmaker to run,
Thus there was a subtle memory once she had,
All was once as it was and so shall be again,
This obituary to the past can not survive,
Tears would run down her face and she’d cry,
Risks taken and still she sits so silent,
Only a phone can keep her company in harm’s way,
No message could be sent to Whom she loves,
She’s still waiting but could not dare scream, but
Never weeps and so distance grown is love grown,
This mind so scrambled and boiling down to blood,
A figure that runs through hail and rain is same,
Tests her wait and every step and familiar scent,
Is but the same that gives her what she is,
Though emotions thrown is simple act none unmade,
Shall never cast herself away lest fade.

What there is

Observed were these folk who knew to bond,
Is so clever the device that is so fond,
When locked together by not even feet so bare,
Once they travel together, hence they live together,
Indeed was not their minds in bliss never to deter,
This much they knew never show to conform better,
Thus all complex thoughts in them were long erased,
Simple acts that had it in them were gay but phased,
And never did part from their routes to aspire,
How more for time lest cease they respire?
The mornings due but honest wait was long at bay,
In bed each of them their rooms so dark each lay,
Thoughts that start to race ere their minds bestow,
Laughed from times had, what fears locked below,
Like an angel in the dark she walks slow around,
And all happiness is surely but at once a noun,
Sudden faces would twitch and feel then touched,
This fear they locked was the angel unclutched,
All things once they thought they never had,
All the feelings of loneliness once so bad,
At first so vast was their mind another world,
Hurled into great expanses as mountains hurled,
This who they become and they thought was madness,
But surely is not but an angel to show no madness,
That reasons to be alone are reasons for life,
That they shall not stir but confront their strife,
No bigger strife is that against a mind so large,
They’d try for phone and music lest it barge,
At some point they go through roundabouts inside,
They seek a force from the circle of death to budge,
A simple word, or simple act that hurts to lodge,
Then they see themselves in the ire of Solitude,
Who sought themselves no light but long in solace,
Then they learn to accept the darkness in essence,
Then they learn themselves more in presence,
But darkness an all-encompassing drug so potent,
Is wholly the antidote to fulfil ones desires,
Through each moon this thought becomes them,
Through each night they stir closer to mind,
Through each mind lays the blueprint to life.