Into the night
Into the fray they ran
The sky alight with pain
Cries from the hollows of hell
Mortal men do battle for immortality
The devil alive cut through the wave of steel and flesh
In pieces upon the ground The blood of Warlocks dripped as Hobbits and Orc’s did cleave to sword
To kill the human flesh defiled fantasy saved his sanity These forbidden realms his analysis decreed was his key
Weep as you visit the pages of the Tolkien spectre.
When you encounter the Devil you feel it.
Did you see the road ahead no well you can only trust that life will be kind to you or at least you will be kind to yourself. The people you meet you smile, you be kind and its only when you meet the devil do you take stock. I often go back to that lift I got with Ivan Milat when I was 14 hitched a ride to roller skating and I think how lucky I was that he thought me so innocent. I was innocent then and alone , but I was also alert. There must have been an angel because I remember that voice screaming in my head loud like it was no part of me yet it was and it said ‘dont look at him and keep quiet’, so I became an angel in that car that night. When I got out and I was praying because I felt the evil surround me that night and I was afraid. AS he pulled up I wanted to say thankyou for the lift so he knew I only wanted the lift to my destination and then it happened , he even warned me not to get in another car ‘I replied ‘I would not’ . After roller skating he followed the vehicle I travelled home in and the boy driving said ‘we are followed’ I didnt say a word , he had pulled up behind us so I asked would the driver to wait till I got inside my home, the boy driving said yes and I didnt look back at the car I never saw any of those people who gave me that lift home that night again but I think God sent them and the boy though he will never know it ,saved my life that night. If I had of been alone and waiting on a bus I would have not been here today . Ivan went on or was in the course of his murder campaign and we know now he was evil beyond words and he let me step from his clutches that fateful night ,indeed God is great because many did not survive their encounter with the devil.
A good man can sometimes be your only protection and I appreciate the goodness of god who works through good people but be warned the devil uses humans too. My Lesson of the day.
The will to live depends on skill and luck, there is no safe place
To find the light when a death is required of mind and soul
Inflection screaming inside your head, reflection of why?
Killings and endings immortality lost blood splashed all around
Knives and daggers, friends are enemies and enemies are friends
Appeasement does no good, it only proves your weakness, tears
Demons and god, bad versus good ,evil comes and fires burn
Save the soul and burn the flesh said the executioner
let the sting of the whip bring forgiveness as a flagulation to the soul
Holy lust with justification to perpetuate the ghosts from hell
To walk amongst the innocent and leave hearts to die and bleed
Power perverted when evil comes look for the cruel intentions
Should we be as Jesus was should we seek the flames of redemption
Sacrifice should we or is sacrifice a disloyalty to God
Do you bargain with god for your own forgiveness and gain.
Blessed are the demons who bring forth the sacrifice and blessed are the demons who call you closer to god or is it hell
A Dragons Life
A dragon is a golden beast full of bravery and power
He brings forth Fire and stands atop his mountain
Dragons eat horses but only golden horses
Full sun and light reveals his golden delight
Dragons never sleep such is their repose
The lady saw the dragon and thought him fine
She saw him in the moonlight that nightly shines
He sparkled and so she fell into the dragons fire
Her heart was tinged and burnt so she turns away
Crystal tears and waterfalls cool her heart to ice
The dragons flags are flying and he has won the day
The wolf drinks blood
The wolf the killer of dreams who prowls the night in search of fresh blood to lick the arteries and drain the souls of the unfortunate wanders. The body matters not for it is the blood it desires like vampires of the pack. The beast howls and hunts with loyalty to his brothers equally who thirst for the satiated desire. Dripping delight with every lick to weaken and kill to join the dreamer in that lustful deadly dance called death. The power of the pack creates a cruel delight in the hunt and in the kill they drink the essence of life. In folklore the powerful eat the heart of their victims as the wolf does and as he consumes his power and ferocity grows. He ceases to be a mere wolf his aura takes on the apparitions of the wolfman of imagination. To bite and snarl with lust unabated death becomes the frenzied delight of murderous passion without control. The moon glows across the deadly scene when the auras of the pack become one and the essence is hot and red upon the ground. Cry the wolf, cry the killer of souls , cry the dreamer of hearts and blood as the nightmare becomes the fantasy of hell.
Love letters of the heart
No reproach, nor regret and let simple satisfaction be
I don’t know who I was nor who I loved
Love and magic ephemeral will ever be untouched
Memories will be ever kind to the thinker
we prove ourselves you see, in the journey
Did we know love, were we loving
We touched in space and in celestial time
It is a strange penned story of love but it is still real
Pages chart the course of emotions
Love is never lost but found in the heart
love can be
can love be
Is love enough.
Love in transition
lost is memories
The fates are sometimes unkind
Beauty is everywhere and love abounds
Be kind to yourself and to others
journey with a good heart
Cold hearts and dark places
Erotic dances exciting and alluring
Bondage and binding hearts
Shadows adrift in the moonlight
Evil unseen with a trusting heart
Love a quest too abstract to imagine
Forgiveness and condemnation
Brought low by loves disguise
Redemption found in bible verse
The dagger unseen
Blood by my own hands
Blind intention accursed
I was in the dark
Love as best you can and always be kind and try to leave a lasting love with each soul you encounter and pray for God is always there with you. They say life is short but I say its too long to be locked out of heaven.
SYMPATHY (charlotte Bronte)
There should be no despair for you, while nightly stars are burning, while evening pours its silent dew and sunshine gilds the morning / there should be no despair ,though tears may flow down like a river; are not the best beloved of years , around your heart forever?.. they weep – you weep- it must be so; winds sigh as you are sighing; and winter sheds its grief in snow .where autumn’s leaves are lying; yet these revive, and from their fate ,your fate cannot be parted, then journey on, if not elate, still ,never broken-hearted!
Angels and Devils
We can consider ourselves as angels and devils both living in the same body, we are indeed both things in one. Beauty and the beast are real they are the opposite characteristics of our being. The notion that one exists without the other is nonsense both positions and I recognize that in myself. Human emotions range so widely and strongly and poetry captures this so well. The brevity of language, the directness and the strength of words can be a dagger to the heart or cupids’ arrow, the few words written upon the arrow can strike into the heart.Yes, poetry can have that effect and this is a recognition of just how profound and beautiful people are it is to my mind Beyond belief. They are violent, strong, venerable delicate creatures and I believe poetry is the fastest way and most direct form of literature and there are so many styles but my style is an evocative impromptu voice. I think it and write it I delve as deep as my view allows. We can only perceive the world as we know it and so we become a reflection of our own thoughts. There is no reason why we should not accept other views but it is difficult to write outside my own imaginings and perceptions of culture and limited knowledge I say this because even the smartest man can still learn new things.
TRUST the serpent looked me in the eye and smiled, Trust me he said I will not kill you And the devil danced for innocence lost, For poison is the serpent bag a tell . listen ! T r u s t -ssssss me-ssss I would not lie and eve believed, Trust is a word a tool to ply Listen for the music and look for the fire And the Devil danced while the serpent smiled
Love and Pride
Be love if love be your choice
The mask of pride conceals the heart ♥
Bleed wisdom and curse your choice
Be love if love be you
Humility breeds equality of choice
Quintessential self esteem
Creativity the bond of choice
Guises floated on the breeze
Be love if love be your choice
A secret world
Where you told or did you know
Was it whispered in your ear?
Did someone say or was it uttered that way
It was kept in my vault
Never to see the light of day
Never to even exist
Keep the secret
Keep the secret
Light and darkness
Dragon and knight
Love and hate
Death and life
Heart and battle
Fear and bravery
A dragon caves
Winner George the slayer
Saint of the times
Did I live
Did I breathe Did I create Did I give Did I share Did I care Did I know pain Did I know love Did I know fear, Yes, I have lived Yes subjective objective Yes knowledge gained Entrapment Trust Debatable Diabolical
A collide scope of colour’s, Emotions undone , Romance and love, Erotic fantasy games and fun, sadness and joy, only a toy, let heart betray heart let no love start
Time and the clock is always ticking
Did it matter, did it make your day easier
can you touch the appointed hour
Or was it a silent death
Sad the hour when a heart ♥ ceased
No steps taken no care given no hope left
Did you see the passing of the light
No funeral services no tears no pain
The past became a memory of you
In the faded light a recognition
Dreams of you
In the black of night in that half world we are given our souls begin to drift, to surrender in the dark
We stir beyond the living realm and find our self somewhere in a dream
In a place of fantasy and aspiration a place of mystery and illusion
delusion is the new reality and fear becomes a friend.
We glide across a sea of trouble and of nightmares into that remembered chaos called life.
That brain with twisted memories of love the machine that never sleeps allows us to escape into that other place.
To hang on the edge of space to dares the morality of convention.
To find that magic place where shadows can delight.
Hearts are fired in the chase.
Love and lust are mingled
Never to be abated
Desire and angst
Passwords to the castle keep.
A trusted friend the reaper, leads the way and seals your fate.
A journey to the interior, has begun
Echo’s from my bleeding heart.
Screams from castles in the sky filled with corrupted desire
Emotions flow like ghosts of the past to rattle the chains that bind.
Flight the only option.
Panic and misfortune combine.
Voices, sighs and silence creep across the garden.
Tears in the dark, blood on the grass.
Lost and torn without enchantment.
Memory faded into corrupted seepage of imagination.
Consequence delivered with a deadly fright
Unencumbered the nightmare enlivens every sensation.
Fear and resolution wake me in the dark.
my armour lay all about.
The beating of my bloodied heart ,echoes in my ears.
My mind and soul connected rouses me from my slumber.
In dreams and nightmares, we purge the mind.
The soul renews to fight another day
The light begins the waking dream.
Ringing to wake the dead. The four a.m. alarm struck that yawning hour The lamplight loomed in shadows on every wall.. Joggers and sweatshirt on… I assumed another persona… Training for a profession some deplore… Fog on a darkened street appeared as apparitions haunting… Door shut, I become part of the ghostly scene… Shadow boxing in the mist.. Moving, shuffling, stagnating along the twisting road,, Up a hill and then a sweeping corner inclining… Breathe heaving body sweating heat and water trickling… Down my back, I swam in the cold morning air… Passing a paper stand I nodded to the man..A wink full of admiration,,, Heart pounding muscles ripped shoulders and biceps fight fatigue,, Like twisted rope fists punching with knuckles white cold and aching,, Swinging blows left, right add an upper cutter.. Shafts of fire stretched now across the sky.. Heralding the impending sunrise..Gulls and pelicans wait on trawlers as I pass the water front.. I stretch my mind with every step.. The light coming fast limbs slow turn for home..Time had passed beneath my feet like sand in an hour glass running out…The work out gave veracity to the ring…No second chances take the champ or surrender, as a soldier of fortune should..Ready for the fight my weapons are my skills;.. I’ll capture the title I’ll never say die,, Men will point and say He is the greatest…To be a champion!!… Weigh in I made the cut and eyed the champ…He looked a mighty man..I can take him..A meal of pasta, I ate it like a shark…The fight was on, each had an equal chance.. The bets were on the champ…Bell, first round was tough…The trainer called aloud take the blows, wear him down now there’s the trick…Bell, water splashed on bloodied lips.. Mouth guard and gloves checked Vaseline to slip the blows.. Bell, a roar went up.. Jab, block, duck and weave, battered but not defeated.. Bell, head spinning ringing ears voices talking orders given.. Bell, I struggled to gain the points,,, I swung a right and caught him with a left.. The referee stepped in then counted one to four.. The final Bell both up to take the win.. My punch was lucky and he spun like a whirly wind.. The champ had seen it out as he went to the mat.. He wasn’t one to cry but when I took his hand a tear fell from his eye… I held that belt high I touched the sky
Castles of sand
Blessed or cursed by cupids’ arrow
Obsession seeks a particular lover
It is not an unfaithful love
But rather a patient determined love
An insanity of the heart ♥
No tis a faithful heart unrequited
lost moments in every heartbeat
A faithful heart ripped apart
The phantom prince of the sands
piety to illusion and delusion
mirages in my horizons
How cold is the phantoms heart?
He bleeds not
He taught his heart the knowledge of the night
Like the wolf he stalks
He savours the pursuit and the taste of blood
He plays with words as a poet does
He casts cupids’ arrow into the earth
Dust blows into his castle of the sands
He soars the sky like the falcon
His quest to love noble and true
Only he is the lion and the deer
Only he inspires the winds of change
He connects the east and the west
Only he has the key to hope
The knight of the sands who strides the world
Ghosts and shadows planned
lost in a world of cruel intentions
A media plan , lies from the beginning
hope held with cards but without love
lessons to confuse and tear a soul apart
scripted with fake tears
A media game of cruel intentions
bible s and gods planned music
the game was big and the lies complete
If there were no desire nothing would be..People play nonsense games with themselves Religion hypocrosy take muslim life creates the illusion of desire cover the precious woman no man can then desire her then the religious doctrin allows a man to have several wives is that not a desire ?? why then is it not applicable for a woman to have two husbands ,,,ohhh now they have a nonsence men are different and indeed they are but not every woman is the same either, Man creates illusions so he can do as he likes…
Did I dream too long did I fly too high
Love gave me wings
But I have long since crashed and burned
I stand each day and cast my wishes upon the breeze l watch the tide and imagine you
Love imagined or real
Emotional depths untold unexplainable
What began this story this desire this incantation what enchantment of magic
Somewhere you are real Somewhere in another realm far far away
I stand upon my distant shore and weep for dreams lost