O, Bane of Argos, pray tell truthfully,
When by thy crafty hand a lyre thou lent
To Leto’s son, Apollo, faithfully,
Was mischief for thy brother thine intent?
For I do not yet know the sound of joy
“Why dost thou fret?” inquired the knight
Behind his colored shield
“Thy face is long, thy eyes as cold
As this sword that I wield.”
“I’m sad, sir knight.” I then replied
My heart did weigh like stone...
The Sun arising feasts the sleet of snow, Quenching yeast with water from its melt, Umb’ring the boreal bunny pelt, Emaciating winter cajoled b’low. The calendar marking solstice marks bazaar, Sapiens...
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more scorching with thine words not temperate.
And like the rough winds, harsh and in constant flux, of may.
Thine mood too also changing for a date.
O’ Hope–O’ frail thing made from feathers and sea wind–
What do you see when you gaze downward?
Our prize has been won with hard-earned blood and steel
Our ship has suffered every shock, every crash
At times, it is very difficult to appreciate life and all its possibilities because, let’s face it, it can be hard. Often our old enemy "time" gets in the way and we suddenly realise we are years olde...
A strong feeling of pain and hurt enters my heart
Anger and frustration boils my blood.
Uncertainty looms over my mind,
A decision that becomes too hard to make.
The feeling of wanting to scream but k...
Shakespearean Sonnet #142: "The Death of Amethyst"
Come and share with me the sorrows I’ve found
For the once love of my previous life,
A tragic end such met us both to ground---
‘Tis the sudden tale ...
Spirit in bondage, of a nightworld so vain
Forever lamenting amidst somber domain
Archangels weep choirs as if heaven in flames, hath cast them as fallen with scorn and disdain
Softly breaks silence t...