No Piper's lament

No Piper’s Lament for me. I will lay me down in this foreign land, far from Bonnie Scotland and The Green Hills Of Ireland. Mother Earth will take me back to my Home by the Sea. Alas, no kinsman will bear me forth for my final journey, for they are far and away, cast from me in bitterness and pain. Few may know my profound sorrow at this estrangement, but it is naught, for the thought of freedom from all of this beckons to me like the welcoming arms and smile of my lover. Weep not for my passing, For I Have Truly Lived!

The Word

Words fly from my lips, like;
Winged harbingers of life;
Silver birds, of my innocence,
seek that place,
named as my childhood.
Bright streams and meadows,
cry for,
my return to your sweet shores.
Shall I rest there,
in my slumber, forever cast,
in quiet respose.
To lay my head, upon your breast,
far away from ill grown woes.
Would that I could truly know you;
Within the veil, of mystery.
To sail forever,
on a lost, and forgotten sea.
Alas, like all things mortal,
I know it shall not be.
So, I become now,
some ancient lore in history.

Strange

Strange, how we give so much weight to words.  A few words strung
together in a certain fashion and a war is born. Then a few more words are
crafted on a parchment and a war dies. In a rush of testosterone and pheromones, we spit out emotionally tempered words and a relationship binds us to another.Then, in the heat of an angry dispute, words sail forth like barbed arrows and a relationship is slain.How has something as hollow and empty as words become so powerful?  When did grunts and groans become the purveyors of so much? The ancient grimoires record combinations of words with much emphasis on the shaping of the sound of the words to produce the desired effect. A beautiful melody may stir our soul, but add a vocal line in harmony and it may become an immortal anthem to stir a nation of souls. How strange that something so fleeting and shallow may live for millennia, while monumental deeds and actions lie forgotten in the detritus of time.

Leaves

Leaves
of sorrow tumble on the wind like the fading memories of my childhood, lost
behind the veil of time and distance, no more borne aloft by the idealistic
dreams of youthful optimism, they tug gently at the frayed corners of my
experience, reminding me of things I once held as truth that have been driven
into exile by the modernity of this world. No new lands to explore, no
frontiers remaining to conquer, what are we left with but the bittersweet
realization that this civilization is just treading water until we drown in an
ocean of mediocrity. Hear hear, to the rebels and villains of the past that walked
the out of style.

Whose Reflection

I look at you in the
mirror, and I think,

Who is the reflection, and
who is the reality?

When I walk away from the
mirror, I do not see where you go.

Is it the same for you?
Are we both, perhaps, trapped in our respective

Worlds, prisoners of our
own delusions? The dreams that haunt me at night,

Are they all mine? Or
maybe, fleeing phantoms, somehow, able to cross the barrier.

Off times, they are dark,
and so brutal, I am startled at the depth of cruelty they reveal.

Are these dark children
mine? Or, progeny of your world and your mind, the inverse of mine?

In the shadows, something
cold and sinister, slithers silently, like some ancient serpent,

Turning, twisting,
flattening to fit into places that none should fit at all.

Over a shattered sill,
flowing like smoke, it senses, something.

Moving forward, ever
forward, in the hunt, it knows,

Within, lies it’s need,
it’s desire to feed.

Pale thighs, open,
waiting, wanting,

The flesh and the seed.

Unteryrth

From
underyrth where shadows fall, the treeless root, a nameless call;I was a god
but now I’m stone,a broken dream, on shattered throne;seasons fell like endless
rain,so time has fled my madman’s game;the mother’s breast on which I supped
has bled away my sanity;I’m burned alive, immortal beast, I may not rest before
the feast.Come one, come all,the great and small, I want to slay you in my
hall.I want to slay you, one and all. And lay you down, within my hall.

The Green Vale

Therein lies
a green vale, shrouded in grey mist, far away from the land of men; Strange
beasts cry in the distance, and dark, winged shapes flit overhead in the canopy
of the forest. She laughs and shakes her head with a pout on her lips as she
darts from tree to tree. I follow eagerly, laughing also, at her silly antics,
it is just a game, but it is ours to play all the  days and nights of this endless dream, and I
know in my heart, at last, I am home.