Ancient: A Poem inspired by my visit to Turkey and Greece... a year ago.

Atop the mountain

Pillars of marble from millenia past

Gleaming white

Polished by the ages

Glaring stone

Bright as flashing steel

Around the barrow's crown

Shards of clay upon the ancient brow

Hallowed forms

Once a pleasure to the eye

Now brought low

And lying silent in the dust

The valleys deep and broad

Filled with crimson memories

Growing up thick

To form the family quilt of the lost generations

Dyed a uniform sanguine hue

To take our eyes from the glory now lost

What fatal mercy.

Sons and Lovers: A Poem inspired by D.H. Lawrence's novel of the same name

You said you'd try to save me

But you should save your breath

Cause your inconsistency is showing

And you might catch a cold to death.

Now that the bitter fruit is broken

The juice is filling up your lungs

So with every word you've spoken

A tune of scornful pride is sung.

A child is not a lover

And your heart seems immature

But one day you'll give your heart forever

Though you were distant the day before.

Give me liberty to hold your heart

Or let love die and let us part.

Lonely Leviathan: A Poem

A deathlike face now living

Ambition's folly realized

With cold hands filled with murder

The fallen angel demonized

With sorrow his sole companion

And sin his only aim

This son without a father

Made of Man and Man's own bane

Will none pity the man of Legion sorrows?

Will none mourn with the lonely Leviathan?

Not tears of pity but of hate

Will wet the sinful grieving hands

Man's monstrous fate self-ascribed

And his executioner: Man.