This passion, burning embers from within,Less like a scorching pain, but more akinTo hunger, longing, driving like a needFor sustenance.  A yearning now to feed.But not on food, nor matters of the flesh,For calories do not the mind refresh.This thirst can only by poems be slaked,For only rhymes may quench a heart sunbaked.If ever may […]

There are others like me,Wandering a void, a dead sea,Searching through the dirt and debris,Wishing life would make more sense. Sometimes I must wonderWhy I cannot find the thunderThat excites and tears asunder.All I’m left with is suspense. Ever optimisticThat my hunger is artistic,Though I may be hedonisticIn poetic indulgence. Still, I know they’re out […]

I’m hopeful for the future, moreThan usual.  What is in storeFor me as I walk through the doorThat signifies the past?I do not know, but for a changeI hunger to expand my range.And while my mindset may be strange,At least the die is cast.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Arabesque’s The […]

I really don’t have much to say;Too many nights without a dayOf rest begin to wear on me.But I will sleep eventually.I only need to write a bitOf poetry, and then I’ll sitAnd contemplate the time I keep,Before, at last, I go to sleep.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to D A […]

It’s time now for a change, I think.A shot at something new.I find myself upon the brinkWith quite a lot to do.I’m hopeful for the future now,As blessings I accrue.I only need to work out how,Then with that plan go through.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Hammock’s Everything and Nothing (2016).

Now wrapped in darkness, I transcend;The day and night begin to blendAs things I cannot comprehendInspire with their voice.The hour indeed is growing late,Yet still the words do not abate.It seems their lure is quite innate(I listen, though, by choice).                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Tiamat’s A Deeper Kind of Slumber […]

And now, their journey to an endHas come.  Yet more remainsTo be discovered.  Foe and friendAlike have made great gains.Tomorrow is another day.Another chapter waitsFor those who still have much to say.They step now, through the gates…                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Bygone – A Mystical Ambient Journey – Ethereal Fantasy […]

They travelled through the dismal swamp,And past the city rich with pomp,Before they had a chance to rompThrough forests fair and tame.The day is almost over now(And they are tired anyhow).Tomorrow, maybe, will allowMore of this epic game.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Enchanted Forest Music & Mystical Vocals ✦ Ethereal […]

Sometimes, I write a poem onThe day, and all the things I did.And other times, my mind long gone,I muddle forth from thoughts turbid.I oft find inspiration inThe shows I watch, the games I play,And all the things that underpinDiverse endeavors underway.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Inhmost’s Dying Days Light […]

I must now rest, and listen toThe ocean and her song.I should have heeded what she knew,Believing all alongThat water born of melodyEnds mourning, and hope brings.So now I hearken to the seaAnd all the songs she sings.                                                                               |           |                                                                              Written while listening to Enchanted Lands – Volume 1 (2017), uploaded to […]