Come, Shield and Charger Set yourself to steel; a shield is needed And we can have no spike against the hand, No weakness to bring harm to the bearer, Or Death will have a merry feast this war. Your troop is doubting, and are they correct? Come, Charger - leader of the family - , … Continue reading Come, Shield and Charger – Poem
Born To Death Bodies begin to fail and are to die, I should have known this from the day of my birth. Born to lives of black dogs and brutish men, But now to hope, faith, and love in rebirth.
We have placed a true treat on the top rung, And beyond that a dreamland with peace hung; It is our promise that a home is there, But you choose to descend so, child, beware. The base stick will beat you and break you down, That you might still choose to climb to your crown … Continue reading Which Way Will You Climb?
He lights and draws on a cig Before pocketing his hands. His chilled demeanour burns out, As that lit cig which he'd kissed Heats the outside of his thigh. He then forces a pained shrug: "That's what smoking does to you!"
I feel death's drawing string Tighten round my depthed heart. Praying: "I thank Thee, Lord, He is not as Thou art." Death is fallible in 'Least one way certainly. I know that his cord is Fought by all or many. With thy strong arm beneath I will fight him once more. Without thee I am … Continue reading Make Thy Spirit My Core
A wishing which arises in destitute times, Based upon a foundation made up of a truth, A possibility that flickers, giving signs, That, yes indeed, it could be taken as a proof.
Oh, to sleep! Oh, to dream! Such wonderful things that they are! I wish sometimes that I had had a bit more in my schooldays, and maybe a little more right now. Though both are my own fault in a sense! Dreaming is another matter entirely. I find it really fun. The other night I … Continue reading Appreciating Sleep And Dreams