Original Poetry

The dying sun sheds crimson gloom
Across the sullen bay
The witch-wind howls through naked trees
And lashes ocean spray
Down a darkened stony trail
A traveler makes his way

A tattered cloak hides mighty thews
Wind swept hair veils eyes
Tear drops glisten on his face

His gaze on scarlet skies
A muffled sob, a shattered dream
The bleeding sun, it dies

Other dreams have gone before
Yet this one hurts the most
His golden angel shining bright
Is but a fragile broken ghost
Pain gleaming in his eyes
He walks alone along the coast

He stops to gaze around him
Smells the keen salt air
And glories at the twilight
As the wind whips through his hair
Standing tall against the night
A fortress resting there

The silver moon rides soft and slow
It's light burns bright and clear
Moon beams dance among the leaves
And shyly hover near
They play upon his lonely face
And touch a glistening tear

They stroke his rough unshaven cheeks
Kiss his fevered lips
Along his strong and hardened chest
A gentle finger slips
Another's playing in his eyes
Where crystal water drips

Bringing peace on wings of love
To the traveler in their light
They set his soul aflame with dreams
And now his eyes glow bright
As he sings a song against the wind
And strides into the night



-Anarchistbanjo

I've seen the ocean
Through friends
Its depths, colours
And mysteries
Heard the pounding surf
Laughing in joy
Weeping in sorrow
Daily with the tide
Tasted salt water on
My tongue-sharp
Like tears
In constant motion
Smelled restless, wild
Air and learned of things
I've never known
Touched its heart
As I touched others
I've felt its power in love
My friends in love
And now I want
To see the ocean



-Anarchistbanjo

The groping blackness swirls
As a lonely planet hurtles
Through a star littered space
An abstract thought unfurls
About the human race
Tell me, Who am I?

Majestic galaxies I spurn
But for their coldness I yearn
For what I feel is pain
As my eyes start to burn
And glisten with the rain
Tell me, What am I?

The sands of time I trust
But they slowly grind to dust
As endless hopes and dreams
Crumble into rust
And nothing's as it seems
Tell me, When am I?

Streaking past the stars
Leaving vapor scars
A comet seeks to find
Beauty as it mars
Strangely I don't mind
Tell me, Where am I?

Of the emptyness of space
There glimmers more than a trace
In darkened chambers of my heart
But please, as I hide my face
And try to act out my part
Tell me, Why am I?



-Banjo

The beautiful blonde maiden
Dances before the bridge
Her sensuous naked figure
Trembles and sways
In the silver moon light
Her soft musical voice
Lures me, under her spell
I can not think
Only follow as she
Leads me beneath the
Dark stone bridge
She is mine
But even as I touch her
She oozes through my fingers
And quietly, swiftly, slips away



-Anarchistbanjo