Ghnomey's blog: "Poetry"

Because, sometimes, late at night, when the sky is full of stars, and the world weighs heavily on your shoulders, You know, deep down, You have made somebody smile, and have brought a happiness, no matter how trivial, into the light of their heart. March 5, 1995

Monsters Within Tonight I write by hurricane light, As the rain, it falls, in the dead of night, And the sky is ablaze with white fiery light. The winds blows fierce, A forlorn moan that seems to pierce, As a chill creeps along my skin, Fear is struck in the hearts of my kin. Their eyes blaze white, As the thunder peals throughout the night, The perceived clatter of a doom bell, Signaling time in an earthly hell. My bird, he caws - A sign of grief, My Maw-Maw prays - firm in her belief, That gods and saints protect us here, That, we children, have naught to fear. Until the thunder rocks the house, We screech and cower like a mouse, Scream, beg, and plead - Forgive! Hoping all the while to live, Through this fearsome hellish storm, Live to see the next day dawn.

Are you curious? Are you sincere? Will you be mine? Will you my dear?

Shadow of the Id From whence shadows come, dark and deep, Where passion burns and daemons sleep, From close among the sleepless crypt, From the crag where lovers leapt, My soul does seek a clever boon, A lover's touch - not so soon. To fire and forge a bond, nay lust, To have her near, I just can't trust, Myself (a fool) a pitied thing, Only bound by morals - not a ring. To take her near, like a beast, Use her body as my feast, For carnal pleasures, I can guess, Waiting for the willing on which to test.

Late at night, Stars shine bright, Head hangs low, Disturbing sight. Heart is heavy, Mood is down, Depression deep, Will I drown? Hopeless journey, Hopeless Task, Heedless agony, Faceless mask. Emotionless, Starless, Blighted, Dim. What Ever Will Become Of Him ?

Oh, Dragon Queen - Hear my call, Come carry me away from all, The Famine, Pestilence, Death, and War. Take me Majesty to your home, I'll clean your hovel, clean your tomes, To Serve you mistress is all I crave. Humbled servant, willing slave. Teach me epic dragon lore, Mystical spells, maybe more. Protect you then with life and limb, Dragon mistress, teacher, Friend.

When the moon shines bright, and the sense of loneliness, the insignificant piece, one person normally makes with his life, washes over him like waves unto to shore; You understands why the gray wolf howls at the fleeting moon, why he ignores the chill wind rippling through his mange infested flanks. This fruitless gesture, the bone jarring howl, mirroring the soul of the animal, crying out with pain, grief, torment, the human like the wolf, becomes hunter, stalking his prey, seeking the elusive scent of another, one to be with, hunt with, howl with, across the mesas the sound flows, drifting, floating, echoing his despair. One day, the trail will become clear, bright, outlined with the light, as the moon is, and show the path to his enlightenment, the end of his loneliness. 3/19/95