Thursday, November 6, 2008

Soul Wanderer

Gently gliding through clouds of newborn stars,
Casting glances back at worlds in translucent darkness,
Riding wings of hope while clutching the mane of destiny,
Softly caressing dreams common to distant travelers.

I travel alone, always looking forward, never behind.
This ship is my home, a refuge in the vast domain.

Listening to echoes of ancient songs in rhythmic time,
Meandering mindless fields of sobering thoughts,
Finding solace in gentle tugs of wayward gravity,
Searching timeless realms of silent wanderings.

My destiny calls me to this realm, once again solo.
This life is my own, a hell of my own creation

Coasting along this thoroughfare which never ends,
Lightly touching the shadows that always surround,
Grasping aimlessly at anchors of uncertain hope,
Looking for even a nuance of recognition in this despair.

Slowly fading, sinking into my own abyss.
All prospects seem to disappear as in a black hole.

Seizing a safe mooring which floats in this gloom,
Remembering hazy whispers of distant arenas of time,
Calmly soothing rough edges of fractured dreams,
Discovering tranquil peace that transcends all ages.

You grab hold, clutching me, securing the line.
Hopelessness fades as I gaze upon your face.

This poem is in reponse to the promt on 3WW . The words are in bold. This is also a collaboration between my wife and I. Hers are in italic. Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Ave Regina coelorum

Forged by fire of a smith's hand
From molten form comes symbol of power
Elegance carved into each corner of imperial metal
Symbol of wealth and blood of sovereign accord

Vibration of rhythmic hymns to Queen of the Heavens
Dutiful monks of ages past treading softly over stone
Ghosts of incense drifting lazily in lofty heights
Find the faithful on bended knee reverently clutching

Of coronations and lay of state in centuries past
Courts of countries pass through hallowed halls
Crusades beginning in pronouncement of God's will
Balance of sovereign power dully colliding in ancient realms

Spires reaching towards lofty heavens
Carved dedications to pursuit of holy heights
Symbols of national treasures abounding within
Echoing scenes of red music of burning glass

Saturday, September 27, 2008


Across the starry divide I peer
Where heavens coincide with the sea
Where stars dance to the eerie moon
Where echoes of the past come haunting

Time has left me with mocking laughter
I see no end to my dismal plight
I see hope galloping across moonlit waters
I see my life as it used to be known

For ages my heart has beckoned for love
When fields where green and skies were blue
When laughter of joy filled the room
When tears of compassion drowned every sorrow

With increasing despair I wait
My love keeps the rhythm of my heart
My love calms my agonizing soul
My love strengthens my will to persevere

Come my love..........come soon

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Echoed Silence (Quatern)

Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Fatigue, it seems, has become my partner
Endless twilight fills the portals
Mocking my thoughts of restless wonder

Ghostly sounds of monotonous creaking
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Caught upward in this icy entrapment
I think lovingly of my love left home

Relinquishing thoughts to my secluded surroundings
I listen intently for past conversations
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland
Tearfully realizing I'm in echoed silence

I smooth the embroidery passionately sewn
Hoping love will thaw this isolation
Fearful of a coming darkness
Slowly, I scan the barren wasteland

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Sailing Barque (Tyburn)





Sailing barque, reaching, tacking upward.

Minding her rigging, sailing onward.

Monday, September 1, 2008


With no moonlight on her hair-
She's saddened by her ebbing chi,
A sea strand of land
Like a finger reaching
Through the sea amid roses, beckoning.
Her hand gliding away like imperial
Seagulls on a breath of air.
She's going to become less as
A watery mermaid amid earthed boundaries.
Crashing waves echo one conversation
In this cruel moment where
love was forever left away.
Clouds came in concealing unrivaled
Content in finding her moon.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Tic Toc

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

restless sand slipping through idle fingers

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

rivers of time meandering past endless shores

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

continuous cycles of setting suns and moons

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

torrential tides constant in ebb and flow

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc

fleeting moments fading from memory, tic

names and faces disappearing from view, toc


Tuesday, April 15, 2008

From Beneath

Aphrodite by LXZP from Photobucket

Silently vying for space in a jungle

Souls march on in determined way

Decisions made and contracts confirmed

Hurried in pace, narrowed in sight

Time bought by advanced technology

Disappearing sand lost to efficiency

Net gain and loss make the bottom

Fulfilled life find quality a loss

Sun shining through a crystal realm

From beneath a view of chaos

Amusement found in a maze of mice

Wonderment over a multitude of fuss

From a position of calm and contentment

Wishing more would stop to enjoy

This life of enjoyment and discovery

Jump the wagon to see nothing you'll miss

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Up a creek......

"C'mon you piece of crap!" Lance yelled as he slapped the transponder once again with his gloved hand. He knew he was going to have to get it up and going again. If he didn't, he wouldn't see the next day as he would slowly freeze to death on this frozen ice world.
Can't believe I have traveled half way across the galaxy looking for a stupid relic, only to crash on this damn place with a busted ship transponder. Lance thought to himself despairingly. Standing up next to the unit he took a good look around. Ice as far as the eye could see, which wasn't very far in the ever present twilight. The system's star was too far away to provide much light or warmth at all. Hard to believe anyone would try to inhabit this place. Lance thought. Shaking his head he decided it was better to come back to the present to try to figure a way out of this mess. The extreme cold had made everything he touched very brittle and hard to work with. The big gloves didn't help either, but his hands would freeze in seconds if he didn't have them on he knew. "The signal is just not getting out! I've got power, the couplers are energized, but the transponder circuit is not transmitting! Hell, I'd use some aluminum foil if I thought it would do any good." Lance yelled at himself. Realizing that he had done all he could outside, he decided to go back into the ship and try to bypass the circuit and send an emergency signal using the ships onboard high frequency beacon. Slumping down at the command console, he shook his head, letting the snow fall across the console like salt from an oversize shaker. Watching it slowly melt, he started to formulate the plan to get his message out. Turning on the vid screen he took a look at the distant star. The picture outside looked washed and faded like you would see in the ancient Polaroid pictures of an era long since passed. Suddenly it came to him. Use the emergency beacon to bounce the signal off the magnetic field produced by the star! Using the star to boost the frequency just might give it enough range to reach the other ship, giving them his position. It was a long shot, but the only one he had. There was no way in hell he was going to let a second rate transponder skunk his chances of getting off this rock. As the distant star began to slip lower in the alien sky, Lance started to input the frequency codes into the emergency beacon. Maybe, just maybe they'll still be there….listening. Damn its getting cold in here!

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

At Journey's End

A glance aft shows black weather
Seas confused by Poseidon's daughter
Off the bow last glimpse of horizon blue
Sightless fury make sails take shape
A few more leagues and she'll clear the point
If all goes well this ship will bear me

Weeks at sea this life has found me
Through calm seas and horrid weather
Pressing to hold our lead at point
Looking to glimpse the keeper's daughter
Following nightly stars of a different shape
Keel steady in the ocean of blue

Spin a yarn to chase the blue
Do I hear boards creaking or me
Scrub daily to keep the decks in shape
Watch the sails as they show some weather
Fancy the tender be the ship's daughter
Steady the helm to keep a compass point

Trace the line from a charted point
Dream of my love dressed in blue
A twin image of a mother's daughter
Remember the day she betrothed me
I'll need to skirt the increasing weather
To make our port in truly good shape

As the storm begins to take shape
The crow cries of a darkening point
There is no escaping this dark weather
No more can I see a sky of blue
This enraged tempest has found me
In the wrath of a king's daughter

Waves breaking over the bowsprit's daughter
Lightning fills the sky with a mocking shape
I can feel death's icy hand on me
Mutinous crew held together at sword's point
Watch the lee or we'll rest in deep blue
Cursing the day we set before the weather

Morning's broken weather quelled a deep blue daughter
Sliding through channels of blue shows a growing shape
Just around that point my love waits for me.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

These Hands

Right extended in air
Sworn to serve and protect
What have they done
Where have they gone

Trained to fit the trigger
Squeezed round of devastation
Where have they gone
What have they done

Given new life on cold steel
Belching monsters of raw power
What have they done
Where have they gone

Bruised and beaten for cash
Mangled to meet the ends
Where have they gone
What have they done

Reborn to salty paradise
Blown to far reaches
What have they done
Where have they gone

Gentle touch on a tiller
Soft lullaby of the rig
Where have they gone
What have they done

Felt the sweet embrace
Held love for ten and nine
What have they done
Where have they gone

Always cherished the soft caress
Always melted through golden silk
Where they have always gone
What they have always done.

Monday, April 7, 2008

Echoes of Stardust (Palindrome)

children from stardust

travelers of galaxies

across suns of distant light

through softly spoken rings

stir echoes of enchantment

settle lightly down

down lightly settle

enchantment of echoes stir

rings spoken softly through

light distant of suns across

galaxies of travelers

stardust from children

Firefly (Lune)

Firefly From The Sky

Blinking Bright

Freedom Borne Through Glass

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Arise, Crusader (Mirrored Refrain)

Crusaders of a distant past, bear thy cross,
Across strange lands carry the church's will,
With deeds of honor, loyalty and faith you stand,
Let holy justice prevail through custom steed and steel.

Answer the call o rare men of ancestory,
Go forth and gather armies of wealth and blood,
Let holy justice prevail through custom steed and steel,
With deeds of honor, loyalty and faith you stand.

Farewell to gentle rolling lands, lush and green,
Travel bravely onward in dusty lands to spread God's will,
With deeds of honor, loyalty and faith you stand,
Let holy justice prevail through custom steed and steel.

Brought forth to reclaim holy place of old,
Sacred shrines cleansed by a heavenly flood,
Let holy justice prevail through custom steed and steel,
With deeds of honor, loyalty and faith you stand.

Distant Song

Songs of a foreign and distant star
Travel across an ancient sky
Wailing stardust floating free
Settle softly on thee
Free from a skew course

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Softly We Met

Softly we met with a kiss,
Dreams of two become one,
Separate paths no longer apart,
Glowing warmth from an internal sun.

Softly we met with our eyes,
Golden glory flowing through,
Piercing blues mirror the soul,
Soft alabaster tender and smooth.

Softly we met with a touch,
Embarking on a timeless quest,
Travelers of uncharted waters,
Coming to rest in a humble nest.