in the shallow
or in the deep
are creatures that sleep
and when the line is cast
they retreat
Tag: 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
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.
Blade Runner 2049
Reminiscing the past
Struggling to live in the present
Waiting for the futures resonance
As the rain falls
We see distant memories
Bright like forgotten stars
Where the moon hides
Illusions of a neon mind
Although these moments
Bring about spontaneity
Ultimately it is our choices
That govern our lives
Echoes of Life 