excelsior

oh, record keeper of the Ages! tell me a tale of time forgotten- of monsters and men, who roamed the Earth- stories kept secret, hidden. reveal to me the glory of centuries past! so that I may know what is to come- show me the mistakes and follies of the mortal men, the triumphs and glories to hold within. remind me of what foolish men have forgotten! show the histories that have been begotten- draw the lines clear and firm- forget no one who is forgotten, speak of those valiant and bold tell of those both young and old. allow them to speak to me through the ages- to share their stories and their knowledge, of things fought and things lost- a heritage of people who have witnessed all to keep that beacon of truth forever burning. oh record keeper of the Ages, if i honor what is true- do not forget me when my time is through. though i have not contributed yet i hope my offering to you will not go unsaid- the ...

how terrible was war yet how heroic were we all the nightmares that ensued drove even the strongest men insane forever entrapped in an eternal dance of pain enemy upon enemy going over the top when shot  these men heroic for someone somewhere stood suspended for an eternity and then as if jerked from a dream hit the ground already in another world but yet these men these men heroic or evil stood for all on the brink of death soldiers of dirty wars but yet glory was still alive i can say war is cruel but war is brave and brave are these who fought ancients undead what happened to those days when celebrated were these men who shone with sweat  who would never give in never give zero  what happened to these heroes where have they all gone? line upon line rank upon rank they stand facing the other unparalleled and not the same yet mirror images of one another

the stillness of the world under a full moon, the gentle rustling of the grass, the coolness of the flat plains, the vast sea of joy spread out, relaxed. the twinkling of the stars, a gleaming array of secrets, the stories of old, forgotten, untold, revealed on a dark canvas of wonder. the lightlessness of midnight, hides the roses and flowers of twilight, a blissful scent, a dazzling joy to the wonders of the night. by the light of day, the fruits of a ripe orchard, oranges and apples, pears and peaches, perfume the thick air, creating an intoxicating trap. oh, summer, when you call, the nights are warm, the sheep are shorn, and at dusk the world is pleasantly informed, of the joy found in your way. when night falls on the summer day, the ancient fey, guide the way, to their dancing halls of glory. under the mound, dancing to sound with the mischief-makers. upon the breaking of day, all are led...

empty pages dictate anxiety who am i and who will i be my eyes wrapped in cotton numbing and veiling the happy days drops of water stain the cracked linoleum greasy cabinets slammed shut in every heated argument the broken the torn those who’ve been slashed and those who’ve been worn worn down by this life to catch a happy day is rare sight those tears that are judged the pain that is mocked the words of discourage that are flung non stop to sink a boat the water must come in be stronger and steadier let nothing in but what they don’t know is is that time after time my being is pierced and forever embedded with that pain and one day i’ll sleep forever and yet before i go i must make final peace final peace that within evokes the most mysterious pain longing sorrow regret but yet final peace

twelve blood red roses- framed by nothing, yet bleeding into bright green stems. clear vase filled with cool water- feeds those hungry flowers. but beware the thorns, for beauty is always protected. they are speaking words of comfort, speaking words of peace- telling us that no matter whom we lose they will always be near, free. they tell us of moments forgotten saying the void will someday be filled. a slice of heaven, a whispered prayer, laid on someone lost- the blood of hearts desire, pulsing with life and soul entrapped in the physical realm, a glimpse of life, untold.

the dark rose, crowned in dew, frozen and unrevealing. a necklace of diamonds, sparkling of falsehood, given by the unfeeling lover. a muddy shoe, a ripped dress, a fallen bouquet. each a sign of some pain untold, hidden in the depths of longing. a song carried on the cold winter wind, speaking of a loss, known loved ones, an unknown being, leaving a gap of life. sorrow is a lonely thing, where one is left to ponder, amidst the darkness of the night, a path on which to travel. ice and snow, numbing, dazzling, contrast to a dark shadow, mysterious, sinister, but without which, one could not know the light. hands shaking, heart racing, tears running, voice choking, skin shivering, feelings over flowing, flowing, flowing, gushing forth to greet the light. a single light burning, the starting point of healing, in the darkness shining, music gently wafting, evoking the sorrow hidden, within. ...

listen to the heart  for within it dwells the true nature  of your soul scratch that why do people  always speak 'bout the true nature imitate your heart  that's the fixture why flounder in the soul just open your eyes and the door step out- learn, speak, walk understand that you are a cog only a cog a small part of a dictated work but for it to work see,  see that you are real when you get it it will all make sense that for the outside to function you must be alive then you can understand your heart and your soul within

reasons why the universe turns  a knot of love or a golden urn peace or war is the struggle of balance wish a while and you might find silence can you find the hidden way walk the path  or are you here to stay can you see the stars at night  or are you blinded  with the sight

let my pen flow, let the ink spill, stories untold, drops of wisdom- stored in heaven, etched in prisons- free the hungry, release the bound- their abodes, solid, under the ground, free them, teach them, show them, before it is too late- this world, closed off, full of hate- never forget, never bury, never hide those truths, those flags, meant to be flying high- fly high, above the indoctrinated masses, unhook the weights, crimson blood slashes, the white purity of the guided- the dictated way, but yours to freely pave, so rise up, rebel, do not Obey- set yourself free, not a subject to their plot- the dark, poisoned clouds rolling in, sealing our space from within- our unfairly dealt fate, wake up understand before it's too late- the dragons are rising, the serpents uncoiling, the vultures circling- waiting to spring on worthy, unknowing prey, heed me, my message go on a rampage- undo these lies, before this ink dr...

she knew not the secrets of the universe she knew not the oath  but she loved the way the sun loves the earth and with that love  fruits did grow  that love that flows undaunted  forever onwards  the iron ore that within us dwells white hot with love deep red with passion  only the hammer of life can deal the death blow l for the longing of the soul o for the overture of the heart's song v for the vulnerable among us  and  e for the ecarlate that covers my shivering body  to tame the shrew the love blow must have been dealt  nothing set in stone will fade but love of iron hearts  will burn white hot  until plunged into the water bucket  they will lay