Poems From My Youth

Midnight Tower

Once Upon A Midnight Hour
A Man Sat By A Windowed Tower
His Eyes Where Sunk
His Face Was White
Especially in the Pale Moon Light
There he Sat With A Long Curved Stick At His Side
And A Pitch Black Cloak Upon His Hide
He Is An Untimely Creature Of The Night
Heed What I Say Because You Might
Meet Death On One Such Night.

Human Insolents

Fire and war
Things of Glory
Horses and Swords
Of Ancient Stories
This is the reality of human vitality
A Machine or Animal
Perhaps a thought that has been channeled
Humans Create and Destroy
With Every Life’s Function they will toy
But in the End all shall fall
As much as in the Great Wall

Lost Names

Morning sings her name
So sweet and wonderfully
As chimes ring in my heart
As she comes near and touches me

With each touch
With each kiss
She drives me over and over again

Yet when she is away
A cold and unholy black is tossed upon my earth
Only to be lifted when she comes near
And touches me
Setting my torn soul at ease.