Ramblings From Me, poems..I guess

I wrote this a few weeks ago and was quasi happy as to the way it turned out...
A few people have suggested that I turn it into a song but, alas, I know not how..eh..such is life...
enjoy

Dream sweet under Nocturn's blanket.
Lupercus's blessings this night.
I will be in oblivion soon as well.
Maybe we'll meet in the otherworld.
A dance?
A glance?
A tender moment under a sunlit, starry sky.
Maybe a walk on the ever churning ocean?s tide?


Dream sweet under Nocturn's blanket.
Lupercus's blessings this night.
Dream of the days that have been
And those to come.
Love that was
And love that is waiting
Under a pail moon
And a veiled mask


Dream sweet under Nocturn's blanket.
Lupercus's blessings this night.
Know that while you are in Night?s embrace
And the Wolf?s care
We are under the same sky
And breathe the same air.
Even though I am here
And you are there.


Dream sweet under Nocturn's blanket.
Lupercus's blessings this night.
Know that
One day
Some night
I will be here
You will be there
And, across the abyss of dreams, we will dance and touch upon the ever moving tide.

Beatutiful Personally, I'd reformat some of the shorter lines for a slightly different feel. At least in the last stanza. But I like what it says, and the way it says it A conversation via dreams. Via dreams in the night. A moment to ponder, a love lost, a friend found. Thinking on a subject, ohh so far away. A moment of piece, a moment of reflection, in the shadow; the veil, of the night.

Thanks for the input,Aaediwen.

I had thought about doing away with the repetition and just leaving it in the first stanza..and merging some of the shorter lines.

somethign like:


Dream sweet under Nocturn's blanket.
Lupercus's blessings this night.
I will be in oblivion soon as well.
Maybe we'll meet in the otherworld.
A dance?
A glance?
A tender moment under a sunlit, starry sky.
Maybe a walk on the ever churning ocean?s tide?


Dream of the days that have been
And those to come.
Love that was
And love that is waiting under a pail moon
And a veiled mask


Know that while you are in Night?s embrace
And the Wolf?s care
We are under the same sky and breathe the same air.
Even though I am here
And you are there.


One day
Some night
I will be here
You will be there
And, across the abyss of dreams, we will dance and touch upon the ever moving tide


but I may keep it as is and try to find someone to put it to music..
thanks again

Or you might put the two tag lines first and at end of poem like bookends.

A few more ramblings

She's no here


Shelley's not here anymore

Oh, that's her on the floor

But Shelley's not here anymore.

She's left us all with a single trip and fall

A stumble sent her away

Shelley's not here anymore

Oh, that's her in the corner

But She's not here.

She's gone away

Lost in her own world

Set adrift on dark winds

Shelley's not here anymore.

Oh, that's her cowering in the dark

But she's not here anymore.

She's lost in her own boschetto

Screaming in the darkened woods for a release

For an escape from her captors

Shelley's not here anymore

Oh, that's her locked in that room

But Shelley's not here anymore

She has been locked away by her fears

Screaming for release from herself

Dying from within

Shelley's not here anymore

Oh, that's her in that husk

But Shelley's not here anymore.


Grey's Creed

I am a sinner and a saint
I am a murderer and a savior
I am a thief and I am honest
I am a liar and a prophet
I am everything and nothing .
I am the beginning and the end
I have never existed , I will never exist and I don't exist
I have existed since the beginning of time and will exist
forevermore
I am perfect and I am flawed
I am the greater good and the greatest evil
I exist to bring life and to destroy it as well
I am mankind's greatest hope and their worst nightmare
I have been persecuted and exalted
I will live forever and I am forever dead
I am an angel and a demon
I have served good and evil
I am your closest friend and a perfect stranger
I am all you could ever want and none of what you need
I am all you love and everything you hate
I am the yin and the yang
I am push and pull ,
Purity and corruption
I am exactly like you and your exact opposite
I am real and I am a phantom
I am a priest and a warrior
Within my soul bums constant turmoil between my dual sides
My kind will be the deciding factor in Armageddon
We are ourselves
We are you
We are human
We are immortal
We are Grey .

Love is never doubting
Never waivering
Never wanting
Love is in the eyes
In the touch
In the caress
Love is a filling of your soul
An emptying of worries
And a faith in the other that surpasses all other emotions ever known in any corner of the physical or spiritual world-M.R. Lovell

Damn good. Now get it through your head, that's how we feel about you. (well, maybe not the caressing part )

I'll argue(or arm wrestle) with anyone who says that writing isnt a creative, productive and healty catharsis.


I walk the wild path
Where few dare to go
Past the beaten trail
Near the hidden hollow


I walk hand in hand with the goddess
Travel along side the horned one
And listen to the secrets of the green man


Down the hill
And past the grotto


I?ve walked the shores of Avalon
Drank in the meade halls of Valhalla
And Prayed in the temples of Shangri-La



Past the darkness
To where the hazel grows


I have found peace in a storm
Quiet in the rustle of the leaves
Life in death
Power in stillness
And importance in the smallest of things


I walk the wild path
Where few dare to go
There are many things
And many wonders
Take my hand
And together
Down the wild path
We will go

NIIIICE!!! I like reading this thread your writing reflects a new mood in you, Urian. My favorite of yours so far has been "The Grey" But your latest post here is wonderful as well

Glad to see you back, and keep it comming!

It?s the hours between dawn and dusk that it happens.
When ghosts walk the earth and memories stand on the precipice between creation and oblivion.
It?s this time that the past comes calling and the memories wrap their arms around us like long lost, deceased brethren holding us close with love and smothering us to death;
It?s the instant eternity when what is real and what is a dream dance and become one; when the ethereal touches the material and the past becomes one with the future in an orgy of ecstasy and hope.
It?s these moments that we have all we want and yet are still empty handed.
This is when the veil is thinnest and thought becomes reality; wishes become stone.
In this time and we are together. In my soul and in my tears we live hand in hand and arm in arm intertwined together.
In these hours between life and death we still are and still exist. We still laugh, caress and still love.
It?s in this place of reality and dream, hope and whisper that I am whole.
-me

more of a free verse and train of thought than a poem..but I felt like sharing

Just posting links to these. not because they are "inappropriate" ...just..far removed from my norm.


you know me

your voice

you hate me