Old Poems

my heart, Blackened by love

Her heart is black, Oh What a Shame!
The love, the hope ... 'twas all in vain.


Limerick I

The knight with his large sword,
Bravely rides forth – spread the word!
On to set free the eager damsel
Who has never had a visitor enter her castle.
Together they venture to territory unexplored.


The Cloud

The puffy white cloud,
Gay and lively, always laughing
Floating high atop of the world,

Free from all worries
She playfully flits across the blue sky.
Seeing her antics, one cannot help but to smile.
Yet as time goes on she fills with small raindrops;
Those small knives which she refuses to release.
The sky darkens and thunders, filling the world with anguish,
But it is not as dark as the cloud;
An ugly bloated thing, dark and rumbling she staggers along.
Distress, sorrow, despair permeate from her.

The raindrops, those great tears of hopelessness
Shed because her world is forever dark,
Never will she see light again.
Tears splatter against the street,
The steady drip of her stories and difficult life.
The people seek shelter from the rain,
It seems that no one listens.

One lone stranger stands listening to the rain,
Reveling in the storm.
But he is too insignificant to be noticed by the cloud.