Open Air

30/12/2018 / / No Comments

Her mothers and foremothers for protection sought,
Ere sought,
She is but sought protect and indeed is cared for,
Alas, is cared,
The greatest asset of hers the abject of welfare,
In God’s will-
May shant never her Mary give leave for Virtue,
Alas, my dear,
Alas, my dear I am but bird in cage for strife,
Though I’m faint,
Since I’m hinder took, so give me Reason here,
To breathe hot air,
Perhaps I am but prepared for coals of fire,
Fear practice hire;
For practised air is but freedom’s domain,
Yet is not mine so wane?
Perchance I am but prisoned in virtue divine,
For open air over wine,
Echoes through night are cries I here whisper,
Forsake me now, my fair-
Nay, for open air I need to know how I breathe,
Pity me, and leave;
Now I’ve left, and now I shall never return,
This much I turn,
Rather I be the poorest beggar in freer land,
In land so grand
Becomes the sand I crave that touches the sea,
In whom hence I can never falter to see.

His Words

17/03/2018 / / No Comments

But no god adorned,
So few but kindred fair,

Alas my honest word is not,
Then cast me aside, alas;

Who could not for love help,
For prey is near, I am whole,

Lest I may be, yet safe bestowed,
Is for not so safe, for lack is born;

Ere born mine earnest hope begone,
But do no harm as more gone ye seek,

I tremble with every step I walk, Read More

Our Light of Woe

28/12/2017 / / No Comments

There, is light but none and he,
He, but is not the light I knew,

These dims that call me from far,
Is far from him as light never was,

Though mine heart is ill and conjured,
Though conjured is little said but mourn,

Ere morn, my morn is the evening hollow,
Is God more the light and dark too still?

Alas, of the night my light is utter spent,
Is ill before and my sight is hinder lent,

Free are the chains to chain him in time,
In time he shall enter the crossroads lone, Read More

In the stars, but no love

24/11/2017 / / No Comments

Though this much I ask but bitter tell:
Is not so fine, is not so,

But I am bitter but utter sweet,
Ere poison is mine the taste so far,

My tongue swims through drink and brew,
But mine eyes regressed too far,

Alas I am but simple yet so quiet,
Hears you the stars so loud and unspoken?

And the galaxy stirs in silence asleep,
Never asleep, as tender hearts grow amidst,

My sleep is deigned for hearts divine,
Alas my love can I not offer so little?

So beautiful, yet I have none to give,
Beauty does not age when eyes meet,

But I am swimming through fate’s despair,
To swim is not to seek the island of virtue,

Touches me through a heart long forgotten,
Though is forgotten but is not unkempt,

The stars are bright this evening,
Sing for my brightening star, my dear,

If you’re there, then sing for mine,
Alas, I am not there how far away,

Then I shall breathe the sun for air,
But my darkness wept is little kept,

Alas, there’s no light in me now,
Alas, I am but not light to be given.

Flight of the Raven

29/12/2016 / / No Comments

With what choice am I in vain not to choose,
For that road in wait here guides me follow,
At last find myself from Universe far,
Though closer to Earth in way orbiting
I will go the way and never aback be said,
To walk through the wind and shatter now,
Then this empty world invites another,
Somehow it whispers a name in shadow,
I’ll walk through the black and back,
Nor daring, am a mute bird in shadow,
There’s a beak I’m missing to become,
No wings as I’m feathered in the dark,
Read mine eyes that casts an arrow,
Soak my heart in black ink all night,
But I won’t write to fly away this night,
Ere my wings in molten wax be covered,
Nearby I’m silently landing towards you. Read More

His still and absolute Emotion

02/10/2016 / / No Comments

He lay checking out his phone,
The piano that slowly plays away,
Soon the night that draws near,
At last closes his eyes to see,
The memories he had once in fear,
His heart soon found comfort at bay,
Now knew the way to bond never lone.

He gazed at the way time had spelt,
The pictures that colour themselves,
Where those pixels subtly glitter,
For minutes to spell the hours lost,
In him, his heart to a happiness litter
Once slowly to the grey it delves,
His again the silence of life he dealt. Read More