Tag Archives: Storm

Carry Me Away (day 2114)

Clearly when I stepped aside
I should have worn my trench-coat
A bitter torrent swept me off
Into a dreary day
Umbrella was of no use
For it was quickly laid to waste
And I, naked
Lacked any hope of saving grace
And the storm rolled on
As my footsteps carried me away.

Storm (day 1897)

Picture if you will
And together in a spell
From the start it was a myth
And you cried as if unearth
My tonic was the birth
To last unlike death
Gathering wind
Gathering storm
Gathering the eyes
Of ten thousand hungry men
Entrapped, entranced
In a stately march
Will I live alone?
Will I seek a heart?
And to the end
I collapse once again
Longer then our wind
Thicker then our storm
And then all at once
Dropped, it was to end.

To Be Ready in thy Soul (day 1725)

I wish I could reach out to you
Hold out my warmth in arms
I’d be your blanket wrapped around
To keep thy soul in tight

I wish I had the strength to grow
As the tree grows up and down
I’d have protection under me
To shade thee from heaven’s rain

I wish I was wind beneath
Your sail so taught and ready
My breeze would cool on warmer days
And speed thee through thy storm

I wish I had a bent back
Worn from thy service to thee
I’d be rags to keep thy feet
From ever touching hard ground

Storm is on the Ni’ (day 1696)

Weathered by the storm one night
I lay awake in bed,
Trusty steed loose outside
To fare for his warmth, amidst.
I’ve got a heart of gold and
I left my shoes tidy by the door.
Stayed up all night watching
Stars shoot through the sky,
And you told me twice that I
Had led you down the right road.
Now you come home and
Lay awake in bed,
Lay beside me when
Storm is on the ni’.

Down Below (day 1588)

Can you hear everything I said?
Is the light here turned down too low?
I am coming out of my oblivion
And I don’t think it’s alright
To mend those sidebars and widgets
Until the storm has passed
And we’ve long cleared the roar
Coming from the spear-tipped legion
Down below.

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Necromance (day 1523)

How can hallmark decay such strength
That whips about this storm?
A glass amongst dewy grass
Strays memories into this ‘bow.
I have called out to where I’m deeply lost,
I have called to whom I’m sold,
I have called upon a Prince
That left me floating in a sea,
Upon a piece of pixie dust
That was soaked into a cube.
Laying ‘mongst the willows in
A lost state of reverence,
A charmer came and held my snake
And fed me necromance.

Ashram Day 21 (day 1424)

Calm surrounds
A passing storm;
Alone against the world.
So begins
An effort to
Reason all that is.

Whisper Fire (day 1340)

Whisper to me
For I never want to hear you,
I never want my ancient soul
To remember what storms have passed,
I never want to recognize
Landmarks in my heart
That have emblazoned this day
Upon embers of the phoenix.

Rays (day 1252)

You billow out from beyond my belief,
Strangling storm windows
Which turns me blank with divert.
I cross out
Little errors that shape tomorrow
Without missing a beat.
Yet here I am,
Following little sounds
Towards curious places
And letting my soul speak and be heard.
How curious these rays become.

Rays (day 1221)

Billowing out from beyond my belief,
Strangling the storm windows
Which turns me blank with divert.
I cross out
Little errors that shape my tomorrow
Without missing a beat.
Yet here I am,
Following little sounds
Towards curious places
And letting my soul speak and be heard.
How curious these rays become.

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