I am a Storyteller, first and foremost. This is my blog for poetry, prose, stories, excerpts of my novels and videos. Life poetry, prophetic poetry, poetry for all genres. I think you'll find yourself here if you read long enough.
The Realm of Sleep Walking in the darkness Drowning in the deep I see the things I cannot see Outside the realm of sleep. I see the dread and deadly things The strangers in the night I see the ugly, monstrous things That dawn keeps out of sight. I feel the ancient yearning for The knowledge I don’t know And reach for dangers in the dark That mystify my soul. And yet the urge to wander on Keeps me from drawing back Exploring continents unknown And swimming through the black. I walk a warrior in my heart My step, unheard and light I bound to mountain top and sea A creature of the night. In that dream world, I feel no fear I feel no self disdain I master every challenge there And dance upon the rain.
Not every sleep will take me there Those visits seldom come But when they do, I hurry in Like a lost child going home.
SHADOWLING
DOWN IN THE MEADOW WHERE THE WHIPPOORWILL CALLS AND THE WEEPING WILLOWS GROW THE MOON STAYS FULL MOST EVERY NIGHT AND THE GOBLIN WINDS DOTH BLOW. THERE IS A SHADOWLING BOY, THEY SAY LIVING IN THAT PLACE THEY'VE HEARD HIM LAUGH AND SEEN HIS TRACKS THOUGH NONE HAVE SEEN HIS FACE. UP ON THE ROOF IN MIDNIGHT'S DARK DOWN BY THE WISHING WELL THEY SAY HE HAUNTS THE VILLAGE GREEN THEY SAY HE COMES FROM HELL. WHEN MISCHIEF IS DONE, THEY SAY HE'S THE ONE WHEN SOMETHING IS FOUND AMISS THEY SAY HE'S TO BLAME, THOUGH NONE KNOW HIS NAME AND I'VE COME TO INQUIRE ABOUT THIS. FOR MANY MOONS, I'VE SEARCHED THE MEADOWS THE FOREST AND THE TREES AND CALLED FOR HIM, THE SHADOWLING BOY BUT NO ANSWER HAS COME FOR ME. I BROUGHT HIM ROSES FOR PRESENTS AND BREAD THAT I BAKED MYSELF AND WHEN I TURNED 'ROUND AT THE WISP OF A SOUND THERE WASN'T A CRUMB OF IT LEFT. ONE NIGHT IN THE STORM AS I STOOD BY THE BROOK AS THE DAY FADED INTO TOMORROW I THOUGHT I HEARD A LOW, LONELY CRY AND I THOUGHT I FELT HIS SORROW. IN THE LIGHTNING STRIKE, I SAW A SHADOW AND THE SHADOW STOOD ALONE I REACHED MY HAND OUT TO THE GHOST BUT IN THE NEXT BREATH IT WAS GONE. THE PEOPLE SAY HE'S EVIL AND MALEVOLENT AND MEAN BUT I DON'T THINK IT'S FAIR TO JUDGE SOMEONE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN. THE SHADOWLING BOY IS A FABLE, SOME SAY AND OTHERS SAY, A MYTH BUT I THINK HE'S REAL, IN MY HEART, I CAN FEEL HE'S THE ONE THAT I WANT TO BE WITH. I'LL SEARCH FOR HIM AS LONG AS IT TAKES TILL THE END HAS TAKEN OVER THE WORLD BUT THE THING YOU DON'T SEE 'CAUSE YOU CANNOT SEE ME IS THAT ......I AM A SHADOWLING GIRL.
Knocking Down the Walls When I was born, They didn't know what to do with me I wasn't an ordinary kid I liked the extraordinary, the different, the bizarre I needed things they didn't know how to give me And yet they loved me (at least for a while.) As I grew older, I began to explore The universe within my self, The universe outside my self The universe beyond myself. I didn't know where I fit in Or how to fit in, or if I fit in, Or if I ever would fit in And so I stopped trying to fit in And I became myself. The teen aged years were..... Shall I say, unhinged? I was a door that didn't know if I wanted to be open or shut So I just kind of hung there halfway open, Halfway shut, half way longing to know What I didn't know and halfway hoping That I would never find out. Because it was a lonely place Populated by one Though one with an imaginary community Of millions, billions, even......... Of wonderful, awful, fantastic entities Ambling through my mind On their way to some place else. Most of the time, I felt broken And broken in a way that no earthly doctor Could fix A Borg-like creature from another dimension With a mechanical brain And hands that could not touch, But a human heart that felt oh, so much. My room, my house, my school, my town My world........... Felt small to me and hardly welcoming A place to exist while I went searching For the place that felt like home. I knew too much And yet never enough For there was a hunger in me That nothing could satisfy And nothing could fulfill The walls were always so close I could reach out my hands in the dark And touch them, touch the ceiling Touch my own thoughts As they echoed back and forth to me In the box that was my life. But then one day I learned a secret And not just any secret But the secret to me And what I was and what I would become And what I would always want to be. I stood up there one night in the dark And I took an invisible hammer And I began to knock down the walls That held me in, that held me back And I began to see what I could not see before Because it was invisible to unseeing eyes And hidden from unknowing minds. I began to hammer away at the tangible Until I broke through to the intangible And uncovered the unseen, un-tasted world That was there all the time beyond a veil Of thinnest silk, on the other side of my soul. And I became And I became And I became......me Out of the box, out of the four walls of a room Full of emptiness. And to my wondering eyes, I beheld Others there like me, others there that had been Searching all of their lives For someone to tell them who they were And why they were and where they were going And why they were like they were Some one like me. And I began to tell them what I knew And they began to answer questions I had never asked But needed desperately to know And it was wonderful........... It was the beginning of a new day And a new world.......... And I flung the door wide open at last And I walked in.
