Bardic Words

Rising tepid currents of wondrous thought
spring forth over the barren jagged land
Gliding lazily across the red streaked sky
causing electric storms of crystal sand
The winged creatures nobly born
weave a pattern from the Gods own hand
Whilst dancing round the monolith
where the DragonGod doth stand.
©--- Jan 97

Beautiful wonderland all dressed in white
Openly welcomes a dragon to it's mystic site
Spires so tall they peirce the fabric of night
Twinkling stars blanket all with their dazzling light
Oh what a precious gift locked up tight
Now given to all who take the dreamy flight.
© --- MAR 97

Take not thy cup of sorrow to thine lips
but rather pass it to the sea of despair.
Take hold of the light of hope
and shine it as thy beacon in the night.
© --- SEP 90

Darkened sky with silver cloud
rests above the city's crowd
Peaceful night on snowy wing
listens to the voices sing
Hidden faces of amber hue
portray the look of blissful view
When through the fractured pain I see
the feathered fingers of misery
'Tis but a cruel and lifeless game
played to silence the cries of shame
© --- 6 FEB 93

A mind ablaze with carnal light
slips silently through the misty night
it's desires of flesh are wrapped up tight
seeking out the sexual fight
Unseen it moves through the fearless crowd
a raging spectre among the proud
In the eyes of the living it's lust is found
and its hunger shrieks a silent sound
Across the smoldering field of bone
the King of Death he builds his throne
Patiently waiting all alone
listening for the silent moan
from the beast who stalks the night
burning with the carnal light
© --- 15 SEP 93

THE TILED FLOORS OF THOUGHTS OWN ROOM
SWIRLED WITH MARBLE AMBITION
SUPPORT THE SMOKY MIRRORED WALLS
REFLECTING THE DESIRE OF SUBMISSION.
© --- 20 NOV 93

The artist paints on a canvas soul
pictures filled with heart
depicting loves soft tender hues
and feelings torn apart
The brush is dipped in emotion blue
and washed across the scene
while through the eyes of innocence
is felt a sparkling sheen
The work is placed in a frame of mind
and put up to be shown
the passers by don't recognize
the soul they once did own.
© --- 20 NOV 93

Through alabaster blinds are seen polyester trees
where diamond birds nest among leather leaves.
A lemon meringue sky dotted with chocolate chip clouds
rises above a man of quartz among the cotton crowds.
Wooden winds blow and textured fragrances abound
over hills of cream and through velvet fields of sound.
© --- JAN 94