I haven't been writing much lately and my last post was about the anti-social side of ours'. i think I would like to continue the same......these lines are about blind faith......not much but just about something to fill those empty moments



what secret speak those beautiful eyes, which say none to me
they trap mine yet that mind flies and a world another I see
sing to me a song of the wind, blowing gently, fragrant rains
Crashing waves roar no more, silent rivers have no more pains

       Mirrors they be called, but deeper they are, oceans entrapped in gold
       for reflections show none but the same, yours nay in truth roll'd
       in darkness or or depths of despair, they light my roads,warm my hands
       these lies of yours my lamps of faith, my beacon of old, take me to great lands.......

the lone wolf

Lonely walks the wolf, never hunts in packs
Never is with all brethren, bearing it lacks
Wanders in woods alone, wades in rivers, one,
howls at the moon louder, but slips away in sun

Lonely stalks the wolf, scouts another hapless prey,
sits low, softly he breathes, snows on the coat grey
Leaps at once, growlin, clenching the teeth hath yellowed
The stags antlers gore the hunter, it knows it has mellowed


Lonely limps the wolf, bleeding , yet he never wails
the snow bears now black blood, the moon high, sails
Left a trail for scavengers who hunt, but never alone
Rivers now wash away the red, the lone wolfs never worn

the tempest and the deep woods

this is about hard times that everyone goes through.......the deep woods n the tempest are metaphors for troubles...... which wont last......we will




This long night is dark, a storm is nigh
I'm lost in woods deep, wanderin 'neath the azure sky
those stars, my only friends are but far away
a tempest blows over, the canvas is covered dark n gray


 The pitter-patter begins, musical then manic
My hum is now no more, for I shudder n panic
I fear what I not see, I tremble from what I hear
The rains quench that forest earth, paradise is not here !!

You owls ! screeching away in glee or sorrow (?)
You wolves hunting me in packs, wait even till 'morrow
You creatures of the dark, may consume me whole....
You unknown ghosts, shades of wandering souls.....


I'm not afraid of ye, for you may break my bone
All may have this earthy offering, on which light shone(once)
What I fear, unseen still, is what shall leave mine
is but me who runs not with me, westward thine !


Yes I travel eastward, I face the poring rain
I travel facing the wind, I bear the searing pain
For there yonder is where the sun shall rise
That bright lands' what I seek, the kingdom wise....


This night maybe dark, the storm maybe strong
Those woods grow only deeper,the path maybe wrong
But I still head east for I still have one friend
HOPE be his name, and I hold him true till the end........