I'm standing at the

crossroads of my life -

nothing to lose.

Each path leads to oblivion,

whichever one I choose.

Rising from the ashes of my plight

I traverse filaments of light,

that permeate my ethereal form -

on omnipotent threads I'm born.

Unto a place where I can find

a balm to ease my troubled mind,

that I may glimpse things

yet unseen,

a world not grey -

but evergreen...



And can you blame me -

is it such a crime,

to crave for one small piece

of heaven that I can call mine?



For years I have waded

through bland mediocrity,

watched my hopes sink

in a mire of negation.

Yet why pay the cost for a

paradise lost when here is

an Eden of natures creation?



Sisters of servitude-

fearful and fair,

Who herald good fortune

and mete out despair.

Take pity upon me and

give back my soul,

so that I who am 'empty'

may once more be 'whole'.



SPIRIT VOICES:

"Mortal be silent -

take heed as we speak,

not lightly will we return

that which you seek.

True wisdom walks hand in

hand with adversity,

knowledge exists on the

brink of uncertainty."



The moment that I saw her face

my lust I could not hide.

She knew me as no other -

viewed me through a lovers eyes.



A vision of sensual delight

pervades my senses -

and ignites new feeling

that I can't define,

desire for this succubus sublime.

Sister, mother, virgin, whore -

she is all these and yet still more

that I could hope to understand,

she takes my heart -

I take her hand ...



And can you blame me -

is it such a crime,

to crave for one small piece

of heaven that I can call mine?



All my life I have yearned -

how my spirit has burned,

to taste the fruits

that my tonsure forbade.

Yet here was a beauty so pure

she could truly outshine any

star that the Lord God has made.



Sisters of servitude-

fearful and fair,

Who herald good fortune

and mete out despair.

Take pity upon me and

give back my soul,

so that I who am 'empty'

may once more be 'whole'.



THE FAIREST OF THEM ALL:

"Brand look no further -

for that which was lost can

be found in me if your

distrust becomes troth.

I will bestow you with

riches untold,

for I am your 'harvest-home' -

I am your soul.



Come walk with me through

the vale of eternity,

for you must know ere you go -

I go with thee.



Corn is the gold that

will shine in the Summertime,

leaves are the emeralds

you find in the Spring.

At Autumn they turn and

as copper they burn,

then fall like the diamonds

that bleak Winter brings.



>From the beginning when hour -

frost and flame collided -

the birth of the world

to proclaim,

your lives have been guided -

decided by fate,

unaltered by chamges that

you try to make.

The world nkeeps on turning -

men still live and die,

though many have questions

so few even try,

searchfor the answers

that you have found here -

unaware of the threads in

the web that is wyrd."



Drowning in the waves which carry me

'cross oceans of tranquility,

lulled by the eddies of my mind -

washed up like flotsam on the

tides of time.

I've no desire to return

from whence I came I came

now I have learned,

within us all resides

a dream of days not grey -

but evergreen...



And can you blame me -

is it such a crime,

to crave for one small piece

of Heaven that I can call mine?



For years I have waded

through bland mediocrity,

watched my hopes sink

in a mire of negation.

Yet why pay the cost for a

paradise lost when here is

an Eden of natures creation?

- * -

All that is left of those

times are my memories,

days long since past into

realms of antiquity.

Tales round the fireside

from old men who reminisce,

speak of lost youth and

the age of 'Mythistory'.

Many a cold Winters night

she has come to me -

easing my sorrows and

soothing my fears,

in the dreams of this old man

a soft voice still comforts me,

made young once more by

the words that I hear.



"Come walk with me through

the vale of eternity,

for you must know ere you go

I go with thee ...

I go with thee