LEGACY
A thousand eyes pierce the darkness.
The eyes of souls now long past.
They search for recognition
of hunger, of shame, of pain
before they rest at last.
They stand alone in comtemplation.
Light captivates their faces.
Quiet murmers fill the room.
A lifetime of remembrances
to fill the empty spaces.
The anger strong with deep emotion
and resolution is not there.
It can not be controlled
as truth remains unspoken
a feeling felt so rare.
Flashing lights of wisdom fill my mind
and tears flow like the rivers.
Becomes a silver cascade,
falling upon an enraptured face
and thru my soul lone shivers.
These teachings can't be ignored.
No answers to believe.
Accepting that I know this pain
a legacy has been bestowed
one heart cries out to grieve.
MOON DREAMS
And you slowly slip into my dreams.
As I watch the pale moon rise.
The room shimmers with those silver beams.
guide me to the space where time lies.
The moon has lived for timeless ages.
But sometimes you just got to let go
Of violent needs and mindless rages.
‘Cause wishing doesn’t make it so.
And I still hear the siren calling
As my silent tears just keep on falling.
I feel that heartache throughout me crawling.
Yet the moon looks down upon me, it craters seeing all.
In my hours of desperation, it alone has heard my call.
And so you thought you saw it all.
Lived your life through every season.
But the mountains rise and the cities fall
No one ever knows the reason.
Look up at the moon and stars above
For just a moment, just to remember when.
Remote in the nighttime sky was love.
Like moon dreams, you’re on your own again.
And I still hear the siren calling
As my silent tears just keep on falling.
I feel that heartache throughout me crawling.
Yet the moon looks down upon me, it craters seeing all.
In my hours of desperation, it alone has heard my call.
juliet
It reminds you of an old museum
as you walk inside that cold place.
It’s quiet now that’s my impression.
It’s been years since tears filled this place.
but sometimes when it rains,
all you get is really wet.
and so fair Juliet, you were much too young to know.
Once, enraged faces met in silhouette.
That the present can’t seem to erase
what’s been standing here a thousand years.
Life keeps weaving it’s own lace.
but sometimes when it rains,
all you get is really wet.
and so fair Juliet, you were much too young to know.
And even if you find all your answers,
you’ll still be wanting a little more.
As you leave, try not to wreck the joint.
As you slip through that last open door.
And even though a painful past is now history.
It reverberates through your life as some mystery.
and now fair Juliet, will you ever be too old to know.
WILDHEART CASTLE
Wildheart Castle stands majestically on the hills above the moor.
As I bowed in crowded chambers, pearls strewn across the floor,
the Queen gave me words of welcome; “you’ll find no danger here”.
So I sat amongst the colored caravans, gypsy fires bright and warm.
When a stranger appeared across the horizon, a dark imposing form.
My head screamed out it’s warning, my heart was full of fear.
A black hood pulled tight around his body, disfiguring the face.
Was he a madman or a prophet, he’s an intruder in this place.
He moaned as he stood in front of me, his motives remained unclear.
A hand outstretched and pointed, denounced me in dark betrayal.
He shouted his accusations whilst my face went ghostly pale.
All eyes had turned away from me, I saw old ghosts appear.
And the depths of deepest oceans stood still within his eyes.
I searched for genuine emotion, the truth within the lies.
Within this sacred sanctuary, I had tried to be sincere.
Raindrops began to fall on the ground; the tombstones all got wet.
I saw them thru the shadowy mist as I disappeared, trying to forget.
And outcast from enchantment, all I left, a single tear.
LIFE’S TREASURES
Verses sing through the lyrics
we’re meant for love and happiness
we’re special and compassionate
we’re generous and kind
life’s a gift of truth and beauty
a treasure we can find.
Yet other voices in our lives
tear us down with words unkind.
and your days become a trap
and your soul drowns in despair
and you feel a little uglier too.
This world becomes a nightmare
where injustice and cruelty rule.
ranting and raving about hatred
callousness makes you blind
and your soul forgets to soar.
Fear makes you immobile
as oppression rules our lives.
imperfection casts a shadow
and our dreams remain unfulfilled
the truth becomes obscure
We listen intently to the choir
poets speak of peace and love
verses heal our many heartaches
tommorow’s replenished with promise
life fills with strength and purpose
And once again we rediscover
we’re meant for love and happiness
we’re special and compassionate
we’re generous and kind
life’s a gift of truth and beauty
a treasure we can find.
SCRIBES
Creativity like waterfalls flows calmly through the mind.
But its pathway to paper is sometimes hard to find.
Ideas which need care and devotion, to grow full in time.
To turn the perfect phrase, to recite the perfect rhyme.
Brighid is a dreamer.
Rhiannon is a muse.
Boudicca is a warrior.
Pen and paper just confuse.
Hours spent daydreaming, working on the perfect verse.
Your inner voice is silent. Locked within a cryptic curse.
And songs which sing so cheerfully within your head.
Create only inkspots, an embarrassment to dread.
Brighid is a dreamer.
Rhiannon is a muse.
Boudicca is a warrior.
Pen and paper just confuse.
Inspiration appears from the darkness, a gift from the ethereal.
You gather thoughts and lines, producing verse material.
To understand the message behind the crystal vision.
To translate your inner soul, unlock the keys to prison.
Brighid is a dreamer.
Rhiannon is a muse.
Boudicca is a warrior.
Pen and paper just confuse.
PERPETUAL BICKERING
Steadfast in my devotion, surprised by love’s desire
Steeped in deep emotion, I walk upon the wire.
It’s an icy wind that’s blowing,
It’s a nasty side of you that’s showing,
And the wall between us just keep on growing…
yet I know I’m not the only one to blame.
And I feel stripped down, like the winter’s barest trees
I looked for the silver hairpin, falling on my knees.
look back, the past is time we borrow.
look at the present, yet belief is in tomorrow.
look toward the future for the relief of sorrow.
still I know I’m not the only one to blame.
Locked into a nightmare, where isolation rules.
Fights are fought unfair, become just fortune’s fools.
I’m no longer an innocent for you to shame.
and I’m no longer interested in this petty game.
and I don’t really give a damn who’s still to blame…
not anymore.
NIGHTFALL
In silence, you stood contemplating sunset.
the evening sky seemed so pale and desolate.
and I felt besieged by loneliness.
In silence, the canopy of night descends
the icy wind force trees to bend,
where’s our promise of happiness?
Apparitions soon begin to re-appear,
and our hearts still cry with silent fear.
across the far horizon the winds still moan.
And all I want is to turn back time.
to relive as I rewrite every line.
to banish darkness, restless spirit wishes to atone.
Standing in the darkness, it takes a lifetime of tears to mend the hurt.
Still the sky remains starless, just the Northern lights and Southern
comfort.
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