Poems

For a Year or a Day

Not too long ago in this lowly place, with us you came to dwell,

Fate has brought you here and with your warmth our hearts did swell;

You opened your doors and took us in to show us we weren’t alone,

And with kind devotion your love for us you have always shown;

For a year or a day, your time here went by ever so fast;

Though our friendship is eternal, we knew your mission here would never last,

Wishful thinking we would that these moments would never cease to be,

But soon you will depart and your presence here be only a memory;

But we’ll ponder often on the time we had, as joyous and time well spent,

For with it are the cherished memories that we will never forget.

The Nameless Where

How did it come to this, those fateful choices that bring me here to the now,

The pain of failure, of chance now lost, only plagues my mind and brings me down;

My spirit no longer free, lays burdened, wracked of shame and dying desire,

My back it aches, my body crumbles, my legs they burn my feet like fire;

How could I not foresee what so blatantly into my face did stare,

If I knew now what was to come I would more better prepare,

Perhaps chance still yet smiles upon me, to help me along the way,

For in the looming distance yet to be seen may be a brighter day;

The future is unwritten, a journey of uncertainly still takes me to the nameless where,

My head now rising, looking onward because who knows what I will discover there.

All That We Are

All that you are, a memory from another day, a picture in your mind,

The distant recollection of what was, that will help you to seek and to find;

All that you are, something beautiful, a prize of eternal worth;

Since the day you came, and the heavens sang, joyous choirs of your birth,

As they took your hand with gentle grace, and gazed upon your face,

Into your newborn eyes, as your life you began to embrace;

So close your eyes and say goodbye, and let your hopes pass on by,

As you reach eagerly to the heavens heeding your call from on high;

All that has happened, all that you know, all for that which you pray,

To become more than you are, to grow and live, in revere of each glorious day.

Time that Never Was

In the solemn vision of life’s great path I stop to ponder the present day,
How every moment of my past, has led me down this fateful way

Vigilant in my ongoing march I glimpse with ambition upon an unclear road,

But lingering still my wandering eyes as I look back where I once strode;

The unsettling thoughts of what would be, had I chosen an alternate path the other day,

The prospect of a separate life had I continued on my trek a different way;

There perhaps a disaster, or a consequence with shrewd judgment did I narrowly avoid,

Or, in poor choice a chance now lost of love I could have forever more enjoyed;

My thoughts do linger determined still to continually wander on this aimless cause,

Piecing together the indeterminate possibilities of a time that never was.

The Path of All

Cold as the winter’s night, the breeze that chills my bones,

The northern wind streaming her sharp and piercing tones;

Trapped in the moment as time stand still, unable to carrying on,

The fading glint of the warming past is now far, far gone;

As the calm shimmering gloom, envelopes me in her icy grip,

Encased in a frozen shell from which I cannot slip

I slowly fall into the shadows embrace of a long impending night,

As daylight diminishes, and the strength to endure becomes trite,

But I shall not fear, as death whispers its beckoning call,

And as I die a new journey begins, for it is the path of us all.

Heart of Fire

We started off, going for it all, setting our sights beyond the glory of the sun,

Reaching for our dreams, yet nothing is what it seems, for we’ve only just begun;

We thought we would expire, that maybe we were just wasting our time,

But inside us all, exists an insatiable desire, the strength to continually climb,

As we achieve so much, pushing, always pushing, climbing higher and higher,

With a power that surrounds us, surging like an unquenchable fire,

Its influence ever present, driving us on and on, as it burns for so long,

Never tiring, never expiring, it is something potent, something so strong;

To all who thought we would not make it and that we were fools to try,

They will never know of the heart of fire, whose force you cannot deny.

Shadows End (dead man’s hands)

I can feel you near, the sound of your sweet voice calling,

Wishing I could stay forever, holding you close each morning;

So close your warm embrace with my arms wrapped around you so tight,

Through the pains and aches I wish I could tell you it would be alright,

But I cannot stay here forever; I can feel my end it’s near,

On across the way, the silent call yearning as if it’s already here;

Don’t waste your time looking back because it’s all for nothing,

There is only despair since I know there must have been something;

Amid the darkness my spirit cries as I hold on as long as I can,

Until my time is up and I depart, fading into the shadows end.

The Faceless Hate

In the darkness of my doubts, lies a thorn of pain and madness,

Within the depth of my mind, a spirit of regret and sadness,

Hope like a cold heart, extinguished and buried in the icy earth,

Is reaching its dead hand, with a frozen embrace of little worth;

As I wait standing alone, desolate in the moonless night,

Crying for the daybreak, yearning to feel the morning light,

I’m fraught with enshrouding darkness while in the depths of my soul I cry,

As the icy grip of gloom clawing hard and fast becomes a struggle to defy,

Is crushing my faith, turning my hope to despair, as I fight the battle in vain,

Against the faceless hate, the heart of madness, the source of all my pain.