Through the mist
He searches in vain
For a glimmer of hope
A release from the pain
Looking for solace
A path to redeem
Yet all that’s found
Is a shattered dream
Haunted by echoes
That refuse to grow old
A vow made in haste
A chain on his soul
The oath he made
Now frayed and torn
A burden of regret
Sad and forlorn
Through the shadows
Of his lonely mind
Only painful cries
Of a vow unkind
Los...
The full moon hangs high
In this cold clear sky
Illuminating the earth below
With its magical silvery glow
Three witches dressed in black
With a cackle as their soundtrack
Soaring through the sky
Faster and faster they did fly
On their enchanted broomsticks
Each one carrying a bag of tricks
The oldest witch, a wizened crone
With white hair the colour of moonstone
Her beady eyes gleaming in th...
What is a harmonious mind
To sit in stillness a place to find
Or the magic of the rising sun
Watching the stars disappear one by one
With the wind gently caressing your face
Feeling safe and secure in this inviting space
To see the warming glow of the sun rise
A spectacular surprise
The glow has you in a loving embrace
The troubles in your mind gone without a trace
If only this harmony could la...
Why do people do bad things
why do they want to hurt
almost like a need to sting
to control their patch of dirt
what caused them to behave this way
was their childhood not colorful
clearly bathed in black and plain gray
sad to think of life being so gullible
it's not fair what life throws at you
is it a game, just a role of the dice
to determine if you win or loose
or to be really nasty...
Which Shall We Choose
Fact or fantasy which path to tread
A place where all the boundaries blur
Fact or fantasy where dreams are fed
Where the known and unknown gently stir
Both have their place in this unknown zone
Can we not embrace them both?
As nothing is set in stone
In this mystic realm of growth
Together for they are one
Isn’t fact a fragment of the whole?
Or just Yin and Yang dancing ...
Hanging so big and heavy in the sky
A haunting sight that catches every eye
It’s colour crimson deep and bold
Filled with mysteries yet to unfold
The stars start to fade as it takes control
Her glow is intense as it pierces the soul
The shadows are cast by this lunar light
As whispers fly out through the night
Mesmerised by the beauty I cannot look away
Attracting my attention by this powerful di...
My rules are that the next line starts with the last word of the previous line.
The Delicate Seed
Fragile like a delicate seed
Seed of hope that starts to grow
Grow into a connection so strong
Strong like the roots that run deep
Deep in the earth anchored below
Below our silent strength unseen
Unseen by the naked eyes
Eyes that in darkness shine bright
Bright enough to guide us through
Thr...
Dead roses once vibrant and bright
Their petals droop and colour fades
Dead roses heading towards decay
A beauty lost in the spark of night
Dead roses once a symbol of desire
Once cherished and adored
Dead roses are now ignored
Just a reminder of times cruel fire
Dead roses with thorns still sharp
No longer a fragrance so sweet
Dead roses just thrown to the street
A reminder that all things dep...