Cemetery Of Time

Air stands still.
No one dares to move.
Dust motes drift slowly down.
A shaft of sunlight
Illuminating figures
Stopped in time.
Their faces cracked,
Gaunt and solemn.
Even though Nature's fierce powers
Have all but blown
Their features away.
Brave stone statues
They stand in battle.
Weapons raised high.
Blood shed and courage,
Loyalty and betrayal,
Melded together
In this cemetery of Time.

The Butterfly and the Breeze

You are a butterfly.
A one second faster than I
Butterfly.
You distract meAnd hold my gaze
Every time I turn around.
I am a gentle breeze.
Not swift like you,
But moving on, forevermore.
Searching for something
I've yet to find.
But I'll stop for you,
Butterfly.
And we can join
Wing to wing,
Body to body.
Moving together evermore.
Always flying,
But this time
We have each other.
I'll search again
Nevermore.

Fallen Angels

In the start
It was all right
we understood
each other's might
we looked at life
with respect
and at you
with deep prospect
you weren't perfect
as we were all
but you were the one
who watched us fall
Those godless days
of destiny
we did succumb
to temptivity
we ate the apple
of the snake
ran from the garden
at winter's wake
opened the box
us monkey's three
saw, heard, and said
with evil glee
we stole from Greed
and lounged with Sloth
we spat with Wrath
heed the warning of Thoth
And as of Envy
to her we Lied
Gluttony save us
with help from Pride
Lust is one
we did not see
just the last monkey
laughing in the tree
Until we saw
the tiger crouch
and from theron
we did not slouch
he pounced upon
the whitest dove
for whom he had
no truth in love
in Dark Ages
we had no light
not a guide
to lead us right
Until you came,
Dear Lucifer
And took us back
to garden same
but now the bushes
were alight with flame
Where did you bring us
to him we cried
My new world
he doth replied
What land is this
where fire's aglow
where all is smite
in hate and low
Where is our father?
the one above
to him we still
harbored some love
Oh he
said Lucifer
his eyes dark
I left him one day
and with him
my mark
I had so much power
he wouldn't let me go
So leave I did
red blood on snow
We would never forget
that wrathful day
when we entered Hell
in fallen angel's way

Puddles

Sitting in my chair
looking out the window
a shaft of sunlight filtering in
Illuminating my face
A cloud floats by and blocks again
I turn my brightness
back to boredom
working hard, but as if
for nothing
more clouds gather
raindrops fall and dot the ground
filling up the uneven spaces
the earth is whole again
looking at a puddle
a face looms within
I turn around
but there is no one behind me
only myself
In the dark of the night
I scream to know, to hear, to be comforted
but no one is there
to hear my cry
only myself
My small happiness
at forgotten sunshine, locked away in
a box of rainbows
is lost
when I realize
no one is there to share it with me
only myself
looking back to the puddle
another face stares back
I realize
the one I have missed
is company with others
now I am reduced to Misery
Company is good
Friendship is better
Love is the best
but Loneliness
is man's own torture
so as I wait for you
in my chair
looking at puddles
everywhere

My Friend in All Seasons

Blue skies
running through a field
flopping down
staring at the clouds
laughing, chasing
each other across the grass
the smell of clover
in my head
sun shining
warming my skin
I turn around
there you are
laughing too
Orange trees
with red and yellow
throwing leaves up
in the air
brisk wind
a scarf around my shoulders
the smell of dirt
in my head
crunching through
the fallen foliage
I turn around
there you are
laughing too
Cold rain
dotting the ground
grey skies
skipping between droplets
a stronger breeze
blowing leaves away
sitting, staring
out the window
warm inside
still happy
rain doesn't bring
any gloominess
only the smell
of fresh wet ground
I turn around
there you are
laughing too
Buds on trees
wet green plant life
verdant on sepia
the purple flowers
on bare branches
cherry blossoms
float to the ground
we climb the trees
talking of life
found a robins' nest
in the tree
three blue eggs
lying speckled
the Earth around us
sprouting up
I turn around
there you are
laughing too
My friend in all seasons
don't leave me
I'll show you everything
the cycle again.

Ferranellas Fate:: Grand Opening

The humble opening of a weary blog is entranced with---- blahblahblah. Sorry. So this is the not long-awaited blog of the anonymous writer Ferranella. No, this is not a witch-burning site discussing fates of people like Ferranella. ("Hmm.. I think she should be drowned five times first, and THEN burned. You know, because it gives of such an awful smell when just dry cooke-- HEY YOU!! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT). And no, Ferranella is not a witch. She is a literary unpolished genius. At least, I think so. She's too modest to admit anything.

I discovered her manuscripts in a fugitive wastebasket in her home. At first, I looked at the crumpled papers and was distraught. My kind and earth-caring friend not RECYCLING??? Then, when she took a leaping pounce at me and tried to snatch the papers away, I, a pounce master, of course dodged out of the way and realized the importance of the papers in my hand. -insert dramatic gasp here- What I read was absolutely H'amaze Ing. Ferranella, who had -for the moment- passed out in a way (such a drama llama) did not stir until I tried to creep secretly out with the forbidden manuscripts. Ayeee, she cried (no, not really). I talked and begged with her. She stoutly refused to reveal her inner genius to the world. Later, after several expensive rounds of good donuts, she gave it. The first manuscript is in the next post.