Solemn Warning

I cannot answer what I see-

Broken hearts and broken dreams

Ever held in memories

As repeating melodies.

Notes of sadness all unseen

Playing, playing, constantly;

Cycling in an endless dream.

Never ending tragedies.

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Time eternal can’t restrain

All the wealth and depth of pain

Freely loosed without constraint

Ever constant burning flames.

While to minds of men in shame

Falling short again, again

Wells endless seem to remain

Filling when they fall dismayed.

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Ah to those who pure of heart

Have not yet fallen apart

Now take heed and never start

Down the path of darkened hearts!

You’ve not yet known just how far

Falls the chasm, nor the scars.

Leave off wondering the part

Of all those with blackened hearts.

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Heed this warning that I speak

Flee! Oh, flee from evil deeds.


My Folly

You thought I cried for you when my eyes closed from the tears
And laughing you found someone new- I could never keep you here.

But in reality- I thought that you should know
those tears I cried were meant for me- I cry them all alone

For I knew in my heart somehow that you would never stay
but still I fooled myself to think that I could find a way

But in that laughing moment as I watched you walk away
Those tears were o’er my folly letting you my heart invade.


Lost Happiness

As moonlight casts its glow around
and shadows dance upon the ground
I walk upon this forlorn trail
of ancient and abandoned fairs
remnants of a wonder lost
when children’s eyes at last are washed
and cleansed from youthful ignorance
as time steals away innocence.
While joy which once so prominent
has fled apace to their lament
and tear-stained cheeks mellow the glow
of love once preciously unknown.

The carousel now creaks and sighs
upon its rusted hinge of life
remembering the former days
when children came and laughed and played.

Dejected from this mournful sight
I seek to turn away my eyes
But glancing in the mirror I
see what was not realized.
This fair once so ebullient
is nothing more than my lament
over the life I’d left behind
when ’twas life’s meaning I denied.

So out again upon the trail
I walk from that so doleful fair
whose mere exuberance at life
now’s withered from its mournful plight.

The clouds have seemed to block the moon
and shadows hold a deeper gloom
the wind has started creeping in
in forms of dark and desperate men,
while shivering I onward press
in search of that lost happiness.

My Own Mind

These walls all around me
Are the walls that I built
Demons that surround me
Are phantoms of guilt

This life that I hide from
Is my life on full tilt
Rushing to daggers
Plunging up to the hilt

This desert a wasteland
No honey nor milk
This wasteland’s my thoughts
all from the same ilk

For none of my walls
(These walls that I’ve built)
Will crumble or fall
-For phantoms of guilt

Simply change their colors
Their form never wilts
And as I grow older
I’m buried in guilt.

If I Leave…

I suppose if ever comes the day
again when we meet face to face
I do not know what I would say
to make it worth your time to stay

Supposing I had strength to play
some song of love to break the chains
of loneliness which still remain
Perhaps then I, your heart, could sway.

But still again supposing I
could spread out wings and upward fly
what good would be those wings of mine
if I forget the heart inside?

Perhaps I won’t recall today-
this thought, this rhyme, this foolish flame.
Perhaps tomorrow I will say
“Goodbye my love- I go away.”


Beneath a bough of towering pines
away from burning city lights
where what is here grows out of sight
a gentle stream trickles on by.

And sitting on its sandy shore
l find myself as ne’er before
watching nature so adorned
it shows no hint of sorrows borne.

“Cursed,” said I, “Is all I am.
For in truth I who am a man
cannot exist on this fair land
without showing on both my hands

The stains of all my weariness
which if I could at my behest
I’d send away to be at rest,
yet they remain upon my flesh.”

Then picking up some jagged stone
I tossed it out as if to show
that if I chose by strength alone
I could rise and stay the flow.

But nature bending once again
deferred unto a cursed man.
The stone fell to a watery bin
which simply trickled on again.