The Jester Poems
|6.||Among The Trees||10/14/2007|
|7.||Master Of Thoughts||10/14/2007|
|15.||To Be A Soldier||10/16/2007|
|17.||An Enemy Of Love||10/16/2007|
|18.||Razed To The Ground||10/14/2007|
|20.||To Keep Yourself Alive||10/14/2007|
Comments about The Jester
I can but ever look within
The darkest regions in my mind
Where all that wants to be can want
For nothing, and I often find
That somewhere in the shifting shade
Twisted tight for hand to hold
Among the ashes, night as coal
Lies brilliant shards of broken gold.
I look upon them, cast out longing
Still they shy and start to fade
And though I cry and beg them splendour
To not to be these thoughts were made
But always linger in the shadows
Such desire cloaked and cold
Whisper boxes must be opened
Murmur secrets must be told.
A wave of understanding ...
Standing on a distant tower
Plains of green upon it's feet
Worshipping some hidden power
Secrets stone and fire keep.
Wind is blowing through the flowers
Darkness that a light must keep
Hope to doubt, a wand'ring shower
Falls as unsuspecting sleep.
Clasp a sword and hurl a spear