the salmon ignore the Bear
they have a purpose
their are so many
only few get through
but those that do
are the ones
that birth the future
Category: Poetry
Queen
perplexed by her beauty
her soft lips and striking eyes
the way she twirls her hair
her voice soft but authoritative
her perfume sweet like ambrosia
holding court by your side
Poem 4
a bridge too far
it’s cost too high
defending an Idea
that does not align with their own
wounding the heart
are the words spoken
their true intentions
known to a select few
though the grass may seem green
on the other side
the music that is being played
is not the one I want to hear
united by one goal
from white to black
the stars are gone
what was once great
shall bleed red again
Poets Delight
a distant train
the passage of time
echoes in the ear
a forgotten chime
solitude is found
when the answer
to a question
is all around
The dichotomy of evil: Darth Vader
you have too…
look into the shadows of the past,
in order to see the future
has become a catalyst,
for suffering the indignity of failure.
is ones destiny preordained,
or can those actions
be altered.
tormented by dreams,
of things we cannot change.
corrupted by violence and terror
can one be redeemed.
and when the light of hope diminishes,
their eyes will burn with the embers of hate.
a lifetime of servitude,
following a masters sacrifice…
Before the Sunrise
before the sunrise
the sky is clear
a pink hue
amidst the blue
over the horizon
dreams are perceived
upon our awakening
Poem 3
light of the past
casts a shadow over the future
and conjures an image
embeded in one’s physique
were man tried to displace God
the resulting cataclysm
led to his demise
Bridgerton
Courting like bees
awaiting one’s dreams
true love’s promise
rest upon these wings
a lifetime of happiness
their vows bound
a place in society found
Footprints in Memory
walking on the sand
footprints in memory
looking back
the ebb of the tide
had washed them away
turn to face you
the renewal of purpose
enlightens the skyline
and brings clarity
the peace of which
breaks the war torn horizon
Shadows
Is it possible?
To remember someone.
An image, that passes like a shadow,
across the mind.
Reminding me,
of a moment.
Reflected throughout time.
Echoes of Life 