I am a person out of his Time. My soul yearns for a world which does not exist in any history book. Here you may join me in my solitude as I explore my dreams, my heart, and my soul. Please, write to me with all your thoughts and feelings, not only about my poems, but about life. I want to meet you.

Falling, Rising
Ending a life, starting a journey
Star-studded heavens awash with desire
A dream from the wakeful, falling, rising
Ignorant passages feeding the fire

Out of the darkness, into the nighttime
Uncut gemstones never to shine
A voice from the fearful, falling, rising
Too many volumes, not enough time

Down to the Earth, up to the canopy
Searching for sunlight, for thunder, for fear
Ethereal vapors, falling, rising
Trying to say what the world needs to hear

Crystalline spires silently twisting
Run from the mountain - mind where you run
Limelight seabirds, falling, rising
Bringing the end of what hasn't begun

Stay what is needed, give what is wanted
Drifting the glacier from ocean to sky
Look to the dragon, falling, rising
A breath from completion, but never to try

Anima
You walk a long and lonely road
And disregard what others say
In solitude you journey on
Tomorrow is another day
And should you turn along the way
And, filled with fear, begin to doubt
Take heart; your Anima is here
She'll safely keep the outside out

If loneliness enshrouds your soul
Remember her and feel her love
Take comfort, for her loving eyes
Are watching from the stars above
For like a pure and shining dove
She bears a light to guide you on
You'll journey swiftly through the night
And with conviction greet the dawn

And when at last you start to fall
And feel a thousand stars collide
When rippling through a sea of dreams
You're swept away upon the tide
Your Anima is at your side
For you are she and she is you
No matter what the fates decree
Your Anima will see you through

Animus
You walk a long and lonely road
And disregard what others say
In solitude you journey on
Tomorrow is another day
And should you turn along the way
And, filled with fear, begin to doubt
Take heart; your Animus is here
He'll safely keep the outside out

If loneliness enshrouds your soul
Remember him and feel his love
Take comfort, for his loving eyes
Are watching from the stars above
For like a pure and shining dove
He bears a light to guide you on
You'll journey swiftly through the night
And with conviction greet the dawn

And when at last you start to fall
And feel a thousand stars collide
When rippling through a sea of dreams
You're swept away upon the tide
Your Animus is at your side
For you are he and he is you
No matter what the fates decree
Your Animus will see you through

A Better Time
Dost thou recall the golden times of fabled yore?
When dragons walked the Earth and wizards rose from mortal men
When wondrous quests emboldened men to turn from lore
To seize a shield and forge a sword
And with it claim a dragon's hoard
And on the morrow do it all again

Ay, verily, a better time there never was
When men were made of iron and the iron made of gold
When warriors were versed in rhyme and reason's laws
With armor strong and weapons keen
A grander sight was never seen
A greater tale or legend never told

For everything was sharper then, of greater truth
A man's suppressed annoyance turned at once to righteous rage
When sent to seek the Spiral Horn or Perilous Tooth
A worthy soul would cast aside
All shred of doubt and look inside
And see therein the fabled Golden Age

The Darker Ones
I am bound to thee
Shackled at the ankles, as it were
Am I a prisoner?
Do I not truly follow thee with patience and devotion?
Every little motion
Have I not sculpted thee a cast, containing present, future, past
Displaying thee with deepest admiration?
Do I remain thy loyal emulation?
I see it by thy face that thou dost not delight in me or in my kind
Rejecting those who come behind
The Darker Ones
We who never give a thought to else but doing as we're taught
To serve thee, little Man
Thou leadest me, as well thou might
And surely feelest in the right
But what if...

If for a single fleeting moment all the workings of the world
Were made thee clear
If thou couldst hear as thou wert never meant to
And if thou sawest as only we can see

If thou couldst know that I were leading thee

What wouldst thou think of me?
Meek and deferent to thy whim
When none know he serves it, and not it him

What wouldst thou feel?
Where wouldst thou go?
Knowing I am thine

And never more to linger in thy shadow

A Departing Message
O, Fortuna Velut Luna
Come and hear my tale
The legends old and ballads long
Though often spun in verse and song
And filled with heroes true and strong
Will surely seem to pale in light of what must soon forgo
For that which is above is like to that which is below

The fire from the heavens comes
I need speak short and brief
A great injustice has been done
A shadow cast upon the sun
While cities crumble one by one
Through Mankind's folly, grief and ruin stain the beaten ground
And in accordance with his fall, reality unbound

Twice before the change has come
And twice has been forgot
The ages pass, the Earth its form
All wisdom lost into the storm
And though beneath the ground still warm
It all has come to naught as Man casts off his shining past
No fault but his, and now today, the third fall comes at last

And now the moment draws to hand
And now the tempest rages
Winds of anger beat the tower
Man, once bold, begins to cower
Till, before the final hour
Passes, fools and sages stand together 'neath the sky
And as his world is beaten down, Man softly questions why

So listen not to dragon speech
Nor fail to flee from floods
And in a thousand years or ten
When evil enters into men
And everything is lost again
Then warn ye those with bloods of fire who'd choose to carry on
Good fortune to thee -

Signed, in life,
A Scribe of Babylon

The Last Scholar
Dost thou admire my library?

Surely thou hast seen before
Such vast and tractless vaults of lore
As those that lie before thy very eyes?
Or didst thou never realize
That words and thoughts are greater things
Than not for all their worth are lords and kings?

I've traveled far across the Earth
And seen my share of grief and mirth
'Fore home again I brought these many books
And I've endured the many looks
My eccentricities have brought
And pitied those poor fools who'd ne'er been tought

So take thy time, peruse these tools
Accept their words, respect their rules
Withdraw thyself into their wise embrace
My friend, should Man, the human race
Respect the book and keep it true
Perhaps then Man might chase his visions too

The Shaman's Tale
Thus the shaman spake... -

Of life is known but little - much is lost throughout the years
But known is the existence of the elemental spheres
The northern Wind surrounds the world
The eastern Earth creates it
The southern Water heals the world
And western Fire sates it
The nature of these elements I choose to now relate
For ignorance is scarcely bliss and should not be our fate

The nature of the northern Wind is vibrancy unending
A swirling gale engulfs the world, the laws of nature bending
All is drawn into the storm
And all is flung away
And never does the tempest stop
Nor will, till Judgement Day
A cyclone rising, tall as life, though often taller yet
It feeds the world, but trust it not, for still it is a threat

The eastern Earth stands still as stone, unmoving in its might
As great as all the lands of old, if once they did unite
For thrusting from a tattered globe
It reaches for the sky
A mountain grand as all the world
And vastly, vastly high
A day may come when Sun and Moon will from the heavens plummet
But never will the mountain fall, nor mortal see its summit

The Water of the southern realm, far more than any sea
Is bound within a bubble from the sky suspended free
No salt within, no air without
No breeze disturbs its grace
It quenches all it passes by
And leaves left not a trace
For slow and silent does it drift through vastness, ever flowing
No man can say from whence it came, nor whither it is going

The Fire in the west is seen as neither this nor that
A blinding glare confounds the eyes and leaves the senses flat
A great volcano, hissing smoke?
A dragon from a fable?
Perhaps a single candle from
The Devil's kitchen table?
What shape it holds, though none can say, can hardly hope to rival
The monstrous heat it billows forth, the fire of survival

These four great powers guard the world: Earth Water Wind and Fire
I learned the tale from Lear, my father; he, from Luke, his sire
And as a shaman, so it's said
A man is given power
To use as he sees fit - to kill
A man or grow a flower
But often I have wondered, what is power to the Fire?
To Earth and Wind and Water's power, man can scarce aspire

So keepeth life and shedeth doubt, for lo! ye are but men
And nature's grandeur, though forgot, will riseth once again!

A Sumptuous Dinner
The honored Bishop took his leave
Made his peace, said his grace
The worthy man did then release
Himself upon the Human Race
And did proceed to eat his fill
Of beef and pork and “what-you-will”
In such a way as would incline
The World to watch the bishop dine

First was served a humble man
Gen'rous heart, curious eyes
The Bishop did commence his art
And 'fore the man could realize
The awful truth and see the whole
The Bishop ate his loving soul
“Love the church and not thy son”
In this way was the meal begun

A smiling boy was servèd then
Face was kind, smile as well
The Bishop ate his wondering mind
“Worship God or go to Hell”
A caring mother lost her joy
“Pleasure is the Devil's toy”
A little girl her quiet grace
“Such manners plague the Human Race”

In such a way the Bishop fed
Said his grace, took some gin
He wiped some spittle off his face
And Lo! the world was purged of sin
But we survivors wait the day
When men won't heed what Bishops say
The day when Bishops lose their zeal
And never take another meal

First Love
Before I knew you, I was as a leaf
Afloat upon the surface of a pool
Withdrawn from all the world, withdrawn from grief
Content to be alone; I was a fool
For I had never tasted tender love
Nor yet had lain in rapture with another
Removed from depths below and skies above
I would remain your friend, perhaps your brother
But now with eyes unclouded I can see
The wonders that the future holds in store
To love you and to hold you close to me
To know that I shall love you evermore
That I may choose to live my life with you
In paradise to know you love me too

No Less Real
I sit alone and dream of pond'rous things
Of life, of death, but most of all, of you
I've lived my life in peace with what life brings
A seeker of the beautiful and true
But life is often cruel, and though by grace
My youth I spent in ignorance and bliss
I see the mark of pain upon your face
And do my best to hide it with a kiss
But scars as these run deep and guard their power
For just as dragons did in ages past
A maiden may be locked within a tower
Until her knight, her true love, comes at last
So kiss I may, and hope my love to heal
The dragons of your past are no less real

Le Tombeau de Merlin
A thousand years or more ago, a wizard threw his heart away
And lived a spell in rapture with the lovely lady Nimué
Nimué, O Nimué, her beauty chased the clouds away
But...
Where is the wizard now?
How fares the wizard? How?
Locked beneath a stone
Broken and alone

Canst thou, my friend, conceive the wizard's pain?
If anger, grief, and doubt must follow, what is there to gain?
If one is truly doomed to fail to reach above the sky
Wherefore, then, to Love and Die?
A thousand years alone within his grave
Now hear the wisdom that the wizard gave:

Love is not cruel Lovers are
Life is not pain, though painful it may be
And a heart, once broken, can only wiser grow

So cast aside thy gloom
Emerge from out thy tomb
And LIVE another day!

Misguided Love
Find yourself a girl (a girl? No no, much more than that - a FRIEND)

Then channel all your love in her direction
Fool yourself by saying it's a conscious choice
And dwell upon her fondly for a while

And in a month or two, it's done. You're finished, hooked, addicted.
You've got the girl, oh yes, but sadly not as you predicted
Through all your careful words and all your tender sentiments
She's stole into your heart and SHE's got YOU, and that's the nature of the Game.

Blinded by affection
For a voice
For a smile

And nothing now can ever be the same

Misguided love in all of its dimensions
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions

Merry Murderesses (An Anthology)
Mrs. Wilkins (ever proper)
Chopped her husband with a chopper

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Mrs. Rogers, for a lark,
Killed her husband in the park

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Mrs. Bill had one desire:
To set her husband Frank on fire

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Mrs. Smithers, on a fancy,
Cut to bits her husband Clancy

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Mr. Edwards' constant blinking
Always left his dear wife thinking,
'How to stop those hateful eyes?'
What happens next? He up and dies

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Mr. Michael felt inclined
To comment on his wife's behind
His own rear end she then berated -
With objects pointy and serrated

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Mme. DuPais despised her spouse
She longed to rid him from the house
So one night when he hit the booze
She set a bomb and lit the fuse

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Ms. Margaret's spouse was such a bore
She locked him 'hind the steam room door
And after cooking in the sauna
She fed him to their pet piranha

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Mrs. Dithers' husband Kent
Could not afford to pay the rent
And so, to serve her interests best,
She shot him squarely in the chest

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Mrs. Sanders' jewels and pearls
Were all the envy of the girls
So when her husband pawned the lot
He found himself both stabbed AND shot

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The snoring of her husband Wess
Caused Mrs. Johnson much distress
So one night as he lay in bed
She crept up and removed his head

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Mrs. Witherwit felt bold;
Her husband was too sick and old
And so one day she called a hit
On dear old Mr. Witherwit

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Mr. Grover and his wife
Discussed the cons of married life
He might still be alive today
But things did not work out that way

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Mrs. Flynn desires to throttle
Mr. Flynn, who hits the bottle
But if the woman had her pick
She'd sooner go with a**enic

NOTE: I cannot BELIEVE they're censoring this word

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Mr. Fuller swore aloud
Before his wife's society crowd
Not inclined to throwing fits
She merely sliced him into bits

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Mrs. Potter, filled with glee,
Hanged her husband from a tree
Then, because she had some flair,
She left him dangling in the air

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Mr. Smith could not resist
Kissing his receptionist
His wife had seen him once too often;
Hence the body in this coffin

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Mr. Wilson, with a frown,
Scorned his wife's new evening gown
Mrs. Wilson, with a grin,
Poured some hemlock in his gin

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The muddy shoes of Mr. John
The kitchen floor had trodden on
But Mrs. John found retribution
An even messier solution

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Sir Clive, whose diet had grown shoddy,
Was losing his Adonis-body
And seeing this, the Lady Clive
Withdrew his right to stay alive