Thought I would share some of my poetry. I know people could check out my gallery for it, but...what's the chances of anyone actually seeing the link? So I would like to share what I can. I have learned from many famous poets and learned the famous styles we all know and are familiar with and have even written some poems in those forms. However, I have a philosophy about all my artwork. In the beginning all my instructors have told me, "Art is about freedom of expression". If that is true there are no rules to how art should be and is, it is merely your expression of an idea or feeling. So I say learn all or as many of the rules as you can before you break them.

My poetry reads very differently so I apologize if it's a bit off to you. Some of these works still need tweeking and some just need to be read out loud by my voice. Enjoy what you can.

Note: Since some of my works need some critique I will tell you which ones and I'd appreciate Feedback being sent to me via PM. Thank you.

Poems that Need Critique:
The Storm
Way of the Druid
Blind, Deaf, and Dumb

Hark!
The time has come
my brethren!

Do you hear
the trumpets of fate
call in the ether?

To arms we go
but what we fight
I do not know.

Will we fight kin?
Brother or sister?
Friend or foe?
again I do not know.

Those who wish us harm
I'd rather fight
one by one
or as a horde
they will come.

So raise your weapons high
and let them hear our cry
for tonight we fight
as one body and mind.

But one question
still remains
would you join us
and fight for the lady?

Or would fate
have you fight
against me
my friend,
and rend my heart
asunder?

The ladies love
is endless and
resolute

all she asks
is for your
acceptance.

Take a chance
on her?
And be with us?
Or serve
an uncaring deity.

No matter the choice
that has been made
I'll accept our fate.

Whether you are slain
by my hand
or at my side
guarding our ideals.

Like the lady
you have
all my love

And no matter
what happens
this storm will come.

But take heart
in knowing
that as you draw
your final breath
my love will still
radiate for you
like the sun.

And will honor
the memory
of you
my friend.

D.O.B: 10/14/07
Notes & Things: I would love to have some feedback on this one for sure. The title is still one I am working with. I've come up with other titles such as "Path of the Druid," or "Druid's Path," still not quite satisfied with what I have though. Even though I tweeked this piece when typing it up (as I always do) I would like to see if anyone has any ways for me to possibly improve it. If so please PM me a note of critique specifying the poem. Thank you!

-Start of poem-

I am of an ancient peoples
who has long since
cease to be.

I follow a well-worn
forgotten path
laden with leaves.

I exist beyond this realm
and exist within it.
I exist in a place
that is not a place
a time that is not
a time.

I am a child of
the lord and lady
I am the physical vessel
of my lady
as I watch my body
shift into the phases
of maiden, mother, and crone.

I follow a path
that has been
battered, war-torn,
and stained with the blood
of its own brethren.

I value friendship, love,
honor, and carry a torch
for art and nature.

Like the mighty trinity
I have three disciplines
to study, that of
the ovate, bard, and priest.

The All-Father
is our strength
within us all
carefully guiding
our path
when all seems lost.

The Goddess
is our shield.
We find comfort
in her warm
loving embrace.
Illuminating the darkness
so we may see the way.

I am a Druid.
Proud of who
and what I am.
You shant see
anyone as stubborn
as I
in defending
my spiritual pride.

What can I say?
No mortal words
can eloquently put
what my soul screams
for me to tell you.

How do I show?
Love is all around me
and I know
for it resonates within, outward.

I can convey
my thoughts and feelings
with fairly great ease

however I seem
unbearably incapable
of truly painting
how I feel.

I thought I wrote
and strummed it
well enough
for you to
see and hear.

However
it seems to fall
on deaf ears.

You either chose
to listen
or it went one ear
and out the other.

You may have read it
but did you truly
comprehend?
Or merely
glossed over?

Perhaps it is you
who simply do not
understand
the gravity
of the torment
that I bear within,
for both love and sorrow.

Yes,
I do bear that burden
for both our sakes.

And believe me
when I say
no one loves you more
then I
nor sheds more tears
then I
for you - my sweet one.

So say the words
I long to hear
let not fear
temper you from
your ardent task
at hand.

Before time passes
us by
without a second glance
even if there is
no sand left
within the glass.

Say the words
that set my heart ablaze
and free our souls
forever
from this tormentive
cycle.

Give me that peace
at least.

What is this word, love, you speak of?
Is this emotion truly worth my devotion?
The word reminds me of a mourning dove.
Tis the name of some poisonous potion.
To separate leaves behind an incredible wound.
It is deep as a gash in the floor of the ocean.
No matter how many times you may be wooed,
Tis always still the same harrowing emotion.
Walking along a path, you happy pair,
Leaning over whispering sweet nothings,
Swinging hand and hand with such a happy air.
Never knowing this is an all for one short fling.
~~~~~~I really do hate this terrible emotion so,
~~~~~~But still, I find myself enjoying the flow.

Title:Immortal

Must I heed
the call?
Must I obey?

When all
I ever get
is nothing?

Tell me this pain
is all worth
something

and I will make
my way

I feel
the darkness
creeping closer

And I watch
the shadows
consume all.

I ready
my mind and body
for what lies
ahead

But must I heed
the call?
Must I obey?

Show me
tell me
is this my sign?

I am of
a greater
light

and I will
make my
way

to the field
of battle
where it is
I am a
servant
I must obey.

My blade
will cut down
this
unseen foe

should I fail
my body will
be engulfed.

But my soul
shall light
the path

where all immortals
shall make
their way
as I have done
before.

And they will
know us
when they
see us

They will know
our purpose
and sense the
power within

For we are
immortals
and we are
forever.

This is our
finest hour

it is now
we make
our stand!

Title: We Stand Alone

I stand before
the gates
of time

Empires come
and go
still I remain
alone

I have lost
my way
back to paradise

Sword in hand
sundered wings
my only pride

Show me
the light
teach me
the way

So I can
take these
broken wings
and learn
to fly again

What components
do I need
to repair
the damage
done?

Take my battered
soul
give it
rebirth

Each of us
stand in
the blackness

as stars
unto the
night.
In this
vastness
of it
all

we stand as
silent sentinels
guarding the
blissfully
ignorant

In this
we come
to know
our purpose

And we know
we stand alone.

When the time
does come for
war
to be
waged

it will be
in that moment
we realize
we stand alone.

i love these. i knew i recognized the storm.

lol I would hope so. I sent it to you or something didn't I?

i elieve so, but before even that i had read it in your gaia journal.

Ah I see. XD

i've moved on mostly to lyrics rather than poetry for the past few months...