An ode to poems lost

As life poured in to art,
to form angelic rhyme
expressions from the heart
blew forth to phantom time

But Abaddons breath grew stronger,
nature took its toll on man
taking life from memory
un-fossilised, un-formed

up from that lonely landscape, grey
life labored for a breath
one rung on lifes long ladder-
yet left for him to fall

Abaddon’s crafts were wicked,
as ink swelled upon her form
with last now coming first
Styx’s unyielding kilter true

and so, your grave approached you
with godless intervene,
sidling to thou grave,
un-lived and yet un-seen.

Once upon a dream....

life has many mysteries, discoveries and ploys

some which end in beauty and exponential joy

where others are un-sightly un-proud as yet un-voiced

but in this life a center, is but centered round a tree,

for this tree is life's true symbol ,

of a life like dream once dreamt

In this dream their was a mystery,

formulated in a leaf

For I was but one autumn bound in the middle of the spring

a pearl beneath the ocean-green,

i was surrounded by my kind

surrounded yet apart,

i was home,but yet alone

a leaf of different origins,

from all mother-kind

listless dreams and wakeful nights

where tranquility meets truth

an endless gap of torment within thou romanced scene

and so i pose the question, how can one be alone?

for a leaf on-top a tree, is but surrounded by its kind

as surrounded as a pearl, lying down on oceans floor

its intrinsic to its kind, like a sheep within a flock

it is an unfathomable mystery,

the mystery of life

as the laws of newtons universe bring us tumbling to the ground

yet, it was but a dream,

of a life far from my own

a life when trees grow from the ground,

defying gravity

as truth to ones illusion

as if within a dream

there i await eternity

awaiting you and me

What to say? i don't really feel like writing a poem and i'm too busy with school to do that anyway. Plus Itty hasn't come home and is obviously is not coming home which really sucks. I guess the positive thing to do would be to say Ive still got Ginge and i must say Ive gotten alot closer to him now Itty's gone... as gorgeous as he is though he'll never be my number one boy, that place has been taken and is going to stay taken because despite the fact Itty's not here theres always the vague possibility that he'll come back........it could happen.

Where is my Itty Kitty?

Its been three days and Itty still hasn't come home... I don't even know if he was here while I was away, for all i know he could've not come home in two weeks... *fingers crossed* for him, i don't know what id do without him :(

EDIT: over two weeks have officially passed.

So anyways, the last three poems were the ones for the days when i couldn't access internet, i decided i might as well publish them in one big blob rather than spreading them out or anything! Oh yeah im dedicated... :)

High above the land

we fly hand in hand

turning with loves embrace

the moments truth returns

thus,

with new days tidings do we part

for the distance i must travel

is a distance travelled alone

no we, no us, no anything

as mornings red foretold

and so, from human eye I go

waiting to return

Lifes' flight

Soaring like an eagle

above the long white cloud

isn't quite as peaceful

as the fairy-tales told

for above yon rocky outcrops

and vast swirling mass' o' green

the worlds a little tenuous

as if founded on a dream

a dream of ideologies

both ancient and new

of heaven and of earth-

where the god and devil play

a deadly game of war.

a war requiring victims,

through the tearing of the flesh

and confusion of the mind-

the innocent are slaughtered

within the eagles breadth

for up above the air

waits the vehicle of death

a boat, in the sky-like

river Styx

with death a slowly rowing

as the the war continues growing