Midnight Rain

Rain at Night
Rain at Night (Photo credit: Cat Sidh)

Today I am lonely


I do not have a thought in my mind


but for my lonesomeness


I crave a fellow soul


I thirst for sweet passion


I am lonely today


and I act as a dead poet would


I weep at cherished memories


I sob at moments lost


I want to walk in midnight rain


let it soak me


let it fill


my empty heart.


I am lonely today


I curse life and wish to die


if only I never dreamed,






Oh cruel life you may walk past me,


But do not look back at the shadow you missed


for I no more need you


than a  Brahman needs proof of God.


I am alone today


But the only desired midnight rain falls


from my short-sighted eyes.


Enhanced by Zemanta


The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson's The Lo...
The shards of Narsil in Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Note that in the book, it is broken into only two pieces. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All that is gold does not


Not all those who

Wander are lost;

The old that is strong

Does not wither,

Deep roots are not

Reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire

Shall be woken,

A light from the

Shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade

That was broken,

The crownless again

Shall be king.

-J. R. R. Tolkien,(The Fellowship of the Ring)

I love this poem from the book. It has so many different meanings, I think to everyone it means something different, but the theme is perseverance. It is written about Aragon and his fallen Kingdom, but to me it is about hope that one day

The Crownless Shall Be King.

Now I know everyone is  going to think I’m such a loser but I get teary eyed every time I read the Lord of the Rings books. I just love the philosophy in them and I find their “footprints” in almost everything I read. And the fact that I’m an Elf-lover might be another reason.( I heart Legolas) 🙂  I’ll probably end up writing a poem to go with this, that I will post later…

Birth of a Star

Hubble Sees Pinwheel of Star Birth
Hubble Sees Pinwheel of Star Birth (Photo credit: NASA Goddard Photo and Video)


I’ll spy the sun

As it engulfs you

In its fiery wings

And glided threads

Weaving elaborate

Patterned figures

Chiseling away on

Your ivory flesh

Leaving only

Echoing halls

Where no soul shall wander

no voices heard

is the old saying true

“When a tree falls in a lonely forest, and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?”

Will you be heard?

Emerging from your burning shell

Remitting your greetings

Vibrating gently

Across the solace sky

Stirring what once was still

Into chaos

Attracting the courtesy

Of all the abyss

For now,

you exist.

Poet’s Prayer


To deny my faith


Would be denying the truth.


Is it possible to deny the blood


That streams my veins,


With legions of unknown




with dreams


and hopes


and promises


made and kept?


Can I deny the love


For estranged




Whom I wish to please?




No I shall not deny


I shall not be proud


I shall cower


And beg for love


Because it takes


Only a pure heart


to distinguish false from true.


Lovers block

English: Cartoon expression of Frank Jackson's...

I sit here with a blank head

Holding pen in hand

No thought comes to mind

While I ponder what to rhyme

Shoe and blue?

Bear and care?

Disease and breeze?

What do I write about when I’m feeling blue?

When no thought comes to mind but pictures of you?

Your smile your hair

Your outrageous stare?

Should I write about the blush that feasts

On my body when I sense you near?

Should I reveal the truth of my existence

Is being with you?

Or should I just confess that to you

I don’t even exist…

Is love that hard or am I

Too weak to prove

I’m not a failure

and have nothing to lose.