My poems

I just want to explain my poems helped me with religion and my mental illness looking back I'm not to proud to be associated with them but I feel better that is what I think

Another poem

Dew tho you'd see arrows roses and thorns in timbers often grown my eyes has loose who is adorned Gown of garland danced the first twirling in circles for the world giving sacrifice swirling swords. Favorite hearts burning bend s danced without shoes for you under ythe moon Rode you rode the darkened night a battle wars surged moonlight hoods flaming swords in your counties turn o can you go where the howling calls and depart with THE strength you shine on the clouded fog o silver and gold polishing the mercury a stars coal mine engagement ring In the caves nights he weilds and combust the rivers flowing down the moons galaxies and make believe promises dedicated to someone.

A Poem

A champions fight At the vicer of the world Enchanting the black and white Thought of the blazon floor Potionary The globes rules Round Tao The roses of the wrongs Throne Disguise the alarmed Universe, Horror

CALL OF FRIEND

!Gentnle breeze of skys,blue white casper sheets of grassfaling Persian catsfields of yellow echo the chords of a familar string Lines the rays of sunshine. The sweet leaves in The side of gentle cornhusks Rollon fearher friends Inside the smudge.

Stars

A  Fantasy   Rainbow  Steers the Skys
The  Sword of Thunder   cuts the  Night
Push Time
Headless   Clouds  Ride  Horses  Again
Blue  Glass  House's  the   Princes   Eyes
Bridge   A Walk  A Flowing
Gargoyles    HYme
Never  Touch  Earth  Again.
 

Sweet is God

Silver    Bullet   Slayer  Ride the   Star  Trails,   Paradise   Desciple stir  the earth's air.
Eternal  Flames of the  Mountain   Lairs ,  throat of dust emerge    from streams.
          Sun  Sun  Sun
At the lonliness of the universe.
Attack in   fields hung downstairs the  Skeleton's   keys
Midnight  Robes ,   Purple mage invisible  marriage   Rings
Bid  ye  well ,   Symphonies  Ink.   

5/20/2014

Black as the  cloth of a  Midnight Walk,

      Beauty  Queen,  Painted Flowers   Framed   her face ,

 

                                                 Like a   daffodil.

  Littering the   Ground,   the  Lovers Flower  Bed .

                 Silent   Pictures   Gathered in a   Pile   what the  man   didn't   said.

        

 

 

                                                       Black  and  white ,  day and  Night  of his 1st  Hunt.

       He  still loved her .