Gwynbleidd

Wandering Words

In The Bed Of Blades And Love

Wine trickles from my dripping blade
sheathed within your beating crimson

Drums pound upon a snow-white field,
our body’s entangled in silk-twined war

Ruffled sheets stained, scorched
with liquid fire forged deep;
interwoven hearts
locked, by blades

Primal rivers course eternal,
I am but a savage flurry
destined by divine
chains

bound by bitter planes linked

to conflict
to hate

Wading amongst whirlwinds,
knives baring aimless fangs
that cut and scar
your petals

But, Cytherea you still twirl
through my storm to take

my hardened hands;
lead me

to bathe in bliss-soaked
ecstasy, entangled

strung up by your
unconditional caress

We are lost,
engulfed by the everlasting flames
I am cursed

We are lost,
traversing enchanted woods
painted by your passion

Sensuous charms of
temptress gaze,
longing touches
promise

forever embrace
to the rapturous clutches
of,

your bed
our bed

Coils undone, this welcome and
familiar war breaks

And I do not know why
I leave, but I do

Warmth forsaken

Cold mattress stained
with your tears
left

in pain littered background
as I go

To seek answers
over a horizon of false
misplaced dreams

The only dream I need
is that which I left behind

Perhaps, one day
your flowers will bloom
undying

upon this lonely sword.

Wandering Words

Our Quiet Raven

Still and silent sat the sagest me,
Upon grey hills fortified by roughest sea.
Bleak be the clouds blotting sun above
As dark water below seizes with a mourning glove.

Wait, wait, waiting for weighted words,
Woven with whispering wings.
Perched I have yet to be, but sitting
I see when he flies to me.

‘Hello,’ I say to my oldest of friends,
‘Quiet raven, what news do you bring?’
Speak he does with muted tongue
That only heart can comprehend.

Darkness he says to me and says no more
But I will not accept his silly play
And let him hide under blackened feathers,
‘Oh quiet raven, tell me true what you mean to say.’

Raven true he says no more,
But the deed is done and the mind whispers
Darkness darkness darkness
Combing through the forest but I am lost.

Black spirit of the sky
Will you aid me on this journey
Through the being maze?
But raven true he says no more.

Surface scratches yet I cannot grasp the gravel
My oldest of friends so easily sinks his talons,
He soars above the forest and sees
My madness mazing me.

Waiting for the light, to see the inferno
And that’s when the quiet raven
Silently laughs with beating wings,
Raven true he says no more.

Cursed friend what is the darkness
That you speak to me, I see
The forest but not beyond,
Take me to this midnight sea!

The quiet raven ever mocks with his laugh
As I fall and fumble upon my path
Through brush, branch, and woodland grass
Until at last I see the clearing.

Ashen trunks and crippled leaves
Broken oak, the wind sings to me
Of sorrow tides, go back go back
The darkness can ever wait.

But the road grows ever clearer,
A trail of black sand in between
This neverwhere, this creeping death,
Trees pointing bony fingers to the cavern.

Ghastly beast upon rocky wall
Jaw agape, beckoning me
With silent promise, answers buried
Deep in the withering where.

Engulfed, the darkness soaks me
Inside the endless midnight sea
And so I stroke to swim a way
Not to drown in this lonely place.

No end to the cavern with its banks
Of solitude flanking upon all sides,
Oh how I wish my friend the quiet raven
Could seek me out and lead the way.

Ah, but there the light flashes upon the walls!
Flickering with the dance of fluttered wings,
Out in front a sight I see that is beyond beauty
Ever captured upon the page.

All alone, nestled amongst the cupped palms of darkness
Rests a shimmering sapphire pool that glows,
Flickering tendrils kiss the walls with lightest touch
A flash, the soul itself so pure it eludes the pen of man.

I have beaten and I have won
The secrets of the raven will be no more,
I step forward to peer into the liquid gem;
What I see haunts me forever more.

Youth has grayed but dark remains,
Upon the familiar cliff I shiver
On the sill of nature, perched
Was the most foolish me.

Darkness understood ever so foul
Like the speech of my raven,
If only I could hear him then
I would have stayed in the forest.

My oldest friend is gone or is he with me,
Drowned by darkness I am deaf
With madness but no escape
But that which awaits.

One final glance to the great beyond
And I stretch my blackened wings
Diving as the wind sings to me,
My quiet raven is no more.

Wandering Words

Dear Child

Sweet, sweet child
please stay put in that pose
from that picture on the wall

The one where you still smile
staring back at the lens
looking at me,
and then…

We touch

Kindred souls separated
by time.

Wandering Words

Full Life

The fly is cast and lure splashed,
Water ripples and here I fish
In ponderous wonder of it all.
Lift my glass and take a sip,
Near coming to the bottom
But I still have many an autumn
Spring, winter, and summer
To trickle down my lively tongue.

Be the best and sprint to the finish
For the desired win,
That’s what they always said to me.
But never had a smile on their faces
Like those of my childish awe
At my first catch from the river.
Simple wishes always been the
Best to me.

They have worked and I have played
Upon my little island in my imagined
Sees of marveled memories,
Mind always minted with meaning.
Architect I am, have built a house
In the tree where my branches
Will remain to touch those
Yet to come.

Soon one day the droplets will fade,
The glass shall be emptied
And I will take my boat to neverwhere
To fish simply eternally, but not
A barren patch I leave;
Instead a lush garden to cherish.

Wandering Words

Johnny Came Home One Day

Johnny came home from school one day
Thoughts imprinted ever to remain
Stories of the previous brave do stay
With promises of glory to claim

Age old expressions revived
Blood and iron and duty
Packed up in a travel bag
No raffle hat, he would go, by choice

Johnny left home one day,
Poured into the crucible
Where elder smiths mold him
To their iron design

Clothed in honor and sacrifice
Selflessly armed with heroic bullets
Individual broken down to one sculpted gear
In the churning bravery engine

Johnny went to the jungle one day
Equipped belief of dutiful will
Draped in red and blue stripes
Painted with dreamed ideals

First steps down the darkened
Jungle corridors, halls of vine
Leaf green life casting shadows of,
The unseen

Camaraderie charm keeps the ease
Til' one man stepped out of line, and
The mine says "One less brother in arms."
With blood trickling from fiery tongue

Dark nights lit with bursting terror
Never sleep with death on the doormat
Knock, knock, knocking
With double tapped fists

Johnny felt the dark that day
Creeping fingers of the reaper
Carved down his spine
Etching the echoes of inevitable loss

Heat scars with steamed sweat
Mud and rain drowns the face of hope
But the boy closes his eyes and tries to remember
"With a will of iron, you will be great."

Old voices silenced
Blood and bodies form
Trails from My Khe to Saigon, to
Darkness that swallows whole

Johnny stared into the jungle deep
Infinite black unafraid of iron shells
He walked in and walked out alive, but never came back;
Johnny came home one day.

Wandering Words

Ms. Passion

Rested upon that winter throne
Sits the darkest queen I harbor
Take her flames as my own
To try and break blackest armor.
Lustful love liquefied, a
Cup full of sinner’s fire
To take an everlasting sip
Of the burning venom
Wrap its searing coils
From throat to heart
Curtained mind blinded eyes
But pulsing passion bleeds
That stained crimson kiss
From dark mistress lips
And over time she will remain at last
Or ever always fade in tears of ash.

Wandering Words

Invisible Men

Here we slept, the Chosin
frozen upon winter beds;
corpse mattresses, blanketed
by blood-caked snow

Abandoned, we were
unremembered, we are
yet here we live
final few

Standing in line
at the market

next to you.

Wandering Words

The Wandering Mind Of The Poet

The words are whispered
Across brush stroked fields
Painted,
By the muses of our minds
Welcome, tired stranger
Come relax and drift
Within the pools
Of this wandering soul
Floating,
Upon weightless words
Weighted by whispered wounds.

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RPGC#8: Snapshot!

Space cowboys, anyone?

Lol, jk. Jk.

Maybe.

RPGC#8: Snapshot!

I'm going to write about a platypus named Petey.

Really?

No, I'm not actually going to write about a platypus named Petey.