I never set out to be a poet. I didn’t ever feel that I even understood hoe to go about writing one. When I was younger I didn’t even have the appreciation for poetry that I now have. However about 13 years ago I started writing what I called "Ramblings". It was a way to express my emotions and views. After a couple of years I began to let others read them and found out that they enjoyed them. So I continued to write and began to read more poetry and about famous poets. This is when I began to appreciate what they wrote.
Some of my favorite poets are Lord Byron, Percy Shelley, John Keats, Robert Burns, and Edgar Allen Poe. I also enjoy reading the work of other amateurs such as myself.
I got further encouragement on my poetry when a few years ago I summited some of my work to a local Pagan magazine called "Elements" and an online Pagan e-zine. Both of which published my poems with positive feed back. .
On this page along with links to other pages on this site that contain some of my favorite poems you will find some samples of my work. I hope you enjoy them.
I spoke the sacred words but few listened.
So many wondered who I am for I have grown to be more then the child anyone ever knew.
I wear a mask of ever lit illusion,
Only because the creatures of the civilized jungle fear to lay eyes upon the bare faced truth of the existence that is open to them.
For the sake of all,
Enlightened and blind I have walked the ley lines between worlds prepared to guide the chosen into the ancient knowledge that they should have sought.
I remain rejected by society’s norms, a rebel, a subversive, a trouble maker.
Disturbing the peace, disrupting the flow of
that energy meant to distract and sedate the grazing flocks.
I refuse to accept the dogmatic words of pseudo holy men for their answers solve no question and fulfill only invented prophecy.
My oaths are not spoken in favor of cavalier tyrants that spread fear for control and spill blood for profit
So who am I, who has set himself apart from this world,
Do I dare live on the edge and seek to in a flash burn away.
I’ve yet to bow to fear and waste time remembering in dread.
My life I have controlled and it dare not pass me by.
No one understands me because very few can and even fewer hath taken the risk to dare.
So who am I?
Through experience and time in discovery I have found out.
I am not man nor beast. But am both in my physical way.
I’m no alien, nor god, nor drifting wind, but parts of all exist within my very soul.
Yes I am the misunderstood one and in secret ways I stand alone.
I am the child of the ancient light and still I do remain
The darkside stranger.
Dare Thee not open thine eyes and see the sun,
it’s grace bestowed to all.
Visions of Divine inspire
, chained by dogmatic law and gutted by false waters and dead brews.
All this served by holy smiling faces offering offspring it’s castor oil.
Sleep in darkened rest,
so light of ethereal orbs shine not into damned lives.
No peace, no solace, no inner Zen.
The words are spoken but none can hear.
Monsters of mechanized hammers roar the orders for the sheep of
productivity to march their drudge.
Burn O dream, black soot and red smoke.
Few hearts know thy name, so only a few will be shattered by the
falling Para dyne echoing in quantum wells of other planes dragging a better tomorrow into an endless abyss, letting demons escape and run the world.
Once I stood on your shores and beheld the unspoken wonder of creation’s enveloping beauty
.
Now a tear rolls signally down transforming to crystal,
falling and breaking into steel.
I sit and rock alone in the cruelty that has grown.
The dream just a willing prisoner, locked safe in
my Divine heart.
