Aspirations

Ourstory

Ourstory.

Not your story or

my story,

history,

herstory,

Or their story.

Ourstory.

The Sleeping Sky

I fight the wars of yesteryear,
In times before the fire,
At night the scores are best to hear,
From trumpet’s horn acquir’d.

I saw the seventh seal removed,
Once or twice in dream,
But now it seems what seemed behooved,
My certain death did mean.

I look around in early day,
For signs upon the ground,
Then felt the whispering winds which kiss'd,
 Yet heard not but a sound.

I’d freed the genie from the lamp,
I’d heard the raven’s word,
I’d gleaned the sands from speaking seas,
Found things it said absurd.

Until I woke the sleeping sky,
Whirring hurricanes in its maw,
With its great big smile, and one bright eye,
Trickled words, I do recall,

In fattest, wettest raindrops,
Heavy with the weight of tears,
Dripped the saddest story twas ever told,
Right into mine ears.

Sands

Ring of light she gave to me,

Glowing round my brow,

I feel no fright or pain from thee,

I feel only the now.

Chains of rust fall from my wrists,

Atlas's weight be lifted,

I turn away from clocktowers,

And see the sands I've shifted.

Behind me lie my footprints,

Dry dunes of strife renew'd,

Yet upon this glance, a second chance.

I see not one, but two.

The Pagemaster

Charming his way out, the boy scribbled rhymes.

Lines riddled with divine shine,

Viddle for minds, delivered in time,

Littering signs with symbols,

Glittering diamonds and thimbles,

Some dreary, dismal, hopeful, sinful-

A pen full of lights, coloring the spectrum:

Blue Red and Yellow,

Green Orange and Purple,

Silver and Gold,

Black and White,

Spells out wizzords,

Within that grimoire called grammar,

Sorcerers, stoned, in chambers of secrets,

Are prisoners of azkaban seeking a goblet of fire,

Forming an order of the phoenix,

Defeating a half-blooded prince, then letting go of the deathly hallows-

Teaching Abrakadabra-As you speak you shall create.

So, keep these words in mind as the light of day breaks.

Aspirations

I have no reason to compete-only a reason to speak.

To reach for those who would be cast off as weak or meek.

For each works within a forward motion, the human spirit-

A poor devotion to potions sweetening love and peace revealed.

World of the weary to watch us, fingers outstretched to touch us-

Hearing truth unknowing of who or what is heard.

To swim out to sea, 'neath sapphire ship's sails in ruby winds

Pouring from three golden coasts.

Far, far away from here,

More to see, more than will ever be captured by the human eye-

Horizons form from what diamond magnificence

Borrowed to and from our past and present, One

Future holding what one truth will seek-

The Promised land of paradise, deliverance from within.

A thousand names

A thousand stories

A thousand dreams

Eternal life

Freedoms are within words and speech,

Are within beauty...

Aegis

Find your ways through thick and thin,

Find your way through Forest.

Return back home from whence you came.

Return back to the Chorus.

For your Sky is falling down,

Heralds at dawn, the rays.

A Light too clear, a Calling.

Nearing your end of days.

For Fear is what would take you-

'Tis the Beast of Pages.

If you wield your sword, then fight him.

Heroes of peace: the Aegis.

Guardians of Time

thats why i write verse: to lift the curse, cause the worst part of this is,

no one really knows who started this kids.

been around for a long while, sending sounds so the song-o-philes

can nod they heads and prod they best friends with a smile

as they mock and jest, so I can test the limits of this gimmick, with my limericks

In a rickety casket slash picnic with no basket

sharpening my sword with my visions on the dragons

I'm having, a tough time tryna write enough rhymes to bust minds

And cuff lies and liars who they trust why, acquire gifts without a quip

Or quotation lifts to folk around with a tired nation?

In a virtual, reality.

Filled with curfews and banality.

I'll verse you, and that'll be the proof that the cavalry's

Behind me,

Guardians of time, we see You.

Watch over us while we end the War,

Which they sleep through.