Saturday, July 14, 2012

Raven's Hollow


There was a place in time,
where I had found and drawn upon a line
of hope
and noted
there while I stared
into your sea of sorrows.

Still amissed,
and glad I kissed
you goodbye
with heavy sighs
and await your abitrary signs of grace.

There was a sign
and a dream of passion
fashioned
after ladies of old
and stories told
when children were too scared
and feared the night's air.

Walking alone in Raven's Hollow,
came across a man
lost in sorrow
and full of malcontent
He went his way;
and I, mine,
or so I though
but his temper he sought
and wrought upon me.

Old and tattered,
beaten, battered
and with eyes that creased with lifeless time
and a distinction
in reflection on a time long ago
So I asked what ached him so.

Time has gone, lost in sorrow,
the man had walked in search to borrow
something he wanted and
knew I would never need.
Time was fleeting, need an answer,
will you sell to a heartless prance
who craves to bargain for your
immortal soul.

It made no difference in my answer
a step and then distress my prancer
chanced upon a opportunity open,
stole my soul as a token
leaving me to my own device,
an emptiness and terrible price.

I was a child with innocence gone,
emptying my burdening youth didn't take long,
The time of fun and games replaced,
in that dark dank murky place
so very long ago
waiting in the bowels
of Raven's Hollow.

Sat and listened to his story,
Heard his words in absent glory,
that I have stumbled upon the path
of my emptiness in wrath
and a child whom I hurt, still waiting
for me to show, anticipating
in place of his youthful grace
innocence lost, gone from his face
anger tortured in his sorrow,
hidden from all in Raven's Hollow.

Sneak Thief

Dark stranger,
standing outside in the rain,
in the cold, in the night air,
not moving, not straying,
not having any set rhythms
and being all too much of another world.

Dark stranger,
standing outside of my room,
at night, knowing that I cannot move,
can't even twitch, because I'm four,
but you're here not to rob,
here to enter and forever change our lives.

Years later a dark stranger,
disturbed and breached ,
my peace, now violated,
not finding compassion,
I spot you, I clock you,
I find your weakness easier than my own
but lose you in the night.

Dark stranger,
you're nothing but a fragment of my id,
I saw you again, and again,
violating my life, and my family
changing my perception of good,
and righteousness into vengeance.

Dark stranger
capable of nothing but ruining
the innocence of a child's mind,
no longer able to sleep at night,
not because of monsters, but because
of our dark stranger, outside my room, again.

Angel II

I saw her with Angel's wings again,
She flew past me with speed
and loving grace but somehow
I knew that she wasn't for me, not today.

I saw her flutter past me,
with a wink and a blown kiss
and then she was gone again.
So, so beautiful was this Angel of mine
but she wasn't mine, not today.

I've seen her all of my life,
and she never changes, except for her greetings.
My Angel was the one who took you away,
off to Heaven, but she should have taken me too.
Not today, no not today.

I sat there and cried when you died,
it took and shook me so very hard.
I laid their and tried and shy'd her,
my Angel away when she tried to whisk my tears away.

I stood there at your headstone.
I cursed her when she came.
I missed you so, until I heard her speak my name,
and I cried when I realized that she was crying, my Angel
and that she was you.

And I understood and I wept,
when I saw your tear streaked face,
I felt all of the love in the world,
come up to me,
and surround me.

And I watched her face, and hear her voice.
I felt her touch and remembered so much
about my Angel and I knew,
finally, that she was mine.

And I accepted that you had died,
And I fought, I denied,
But I accepted your beauty
and your loving grace,
when I realized that my Angel was you.

Grace, Holding you.



Meant so much,
so powerful,
so inspired,
and fallen.
Grace, so lovely
words so deep and meaningful,
yet unpondered
and unfulfilled.

Imagined Grace,
sitting alone,
on the floor,
holding the phone,
rocking to and fro,
holding your picture,
weeping,
holding you.

Imagined Grace,
fallen and departing,
pleased for the rest,
breaking a momentary silence,
when she thought,
when she dreamed,
when she lived,
she talked and now,
holding your picture,
again weeping,
holding you.

Imagined Grace,
at your bedside,
holding your hands,
your eyes becoming unfocused,
cursing God,
as you slipped away.
Brushed your cheek,
whispered your name,
weeping,
holding you.