How do we define ourselves?
adrift from life’s shores,
isolated with our thoughts
waiting for a chance encounter.
Those that are Tyrants,
are condemned for their crimes,
the realization that their Kingdom
has now become a mausoleum.
How do we define ourselves?
adrift from life’s shores,
isolated with our thoughts
waiting for a chance encounter.
Those that are Tyrants,
are condemned for their crimes,
the realization that their Kingdom
has now become a mausoleum.
Can you see beyond the horizon
Carried by one’s thoughts
Across the oceans of time
where there is light
darkness cannot prevail
when there is resolve
the mind can find peace
when one feels remorse
the healing process can begin
If one pursues wealth
their heart will become poor
reaching back to the past
makes us it’s prisoner
relying on technology
makes slaves of us all
standing on the shore
I see a statue
of a man I once new
as the tide rises
the sun sets
he disappears
to return once again
discover something new
old things leave behind a mark
to trace a pattern
do your research
dig and search
for something to find
story left behind
he embarks on an adventure
with a surprise, the price of coin
monsters to defeat
the day of reckoning
with Roach by his side
and the bard playing the lute
witches call him:
invading his dreams
of destiny foretold
and although it may seem
that their are few, who love him
a message is written here
right below his name
The Witcher
Let the leaves gather in the garden
the falling snow, surround the home.
May peace bring solitude,
as one contemplates the beginning without an end.
Share happy moments with all those gathered,
the light of which shines down.
On a grey day the rays of sunshine break the mundane,
leaving trails behind, these are the paths we choose to follow.
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being