Rhyme and Reason

I've spent the last few months of my life trying to find a rhyme or reason to my sudden failure to write something and why it angers me so. Perhaps the springtime rains will bring forth some new ideas on fantasy and reality and help me once again start creating things as I did a long time ago....when I was happy.

Over my desk in my office is the poster for my first "personal" novel. As much as I would love to give the name out right now to those who have been reading my blogs since I first started writing them, I have a funny feeling that the people who are in the book who will subsequently receive my version of "shock and awe" are one of the many who are reading this and are still following my life. Perhaps it's a way to not completely lose track of me. Perhaps it's fear of what little they knew I was capable of doing when pushed to the outer limits of what a person should actually take. Or perhaps it's mostly to understand now what they couldn't understand then. I don't think I will ever have the chance to find out. But if my daydreams are true, then maybe I just might get the chance.

It's by this uncertainty that I still am able to write. Not because I have "The Urge" as I've called it, but mostly because it helps me to forget and focus on the tasks ahead. There is still much work to be done on my novel and concurrently with this one, I'm working on a couple of others. Needless to say, the task is a great one.

But I will always have time for those who have long enjoyed my poetry. For you few people who are reading my essays, I thank you and I value your opinions. You are the reason that I will continue writing. For as long as I know I am writing for more then myself, I will continue.

I said to a Canadian friend of mine not too long ago, that if I had the time I would dedicate the next poem that I worked on to him. I'm a man of my word and I will honor him in a poem.  Justin....this one's for you....

There are times I'm awakened
in the night with great fear
that these could be the last days of men
and the end draws near.

There are rumors abound
of wars putting
crown against crown.

The people they suffer
and wonder if ever
if they will find a leader
who will beg the world to differ.

One thing is constant
of this I am sure,
these times are not pure,
we are children no more.

Forgetting ourselves,
forgetting great laughter,
it is our own vanity
that most of us are after.

Lifting my eyes and what should I see,
but the essence of winter
falling so neatly.

I kneel in respect
to that which created me
and say the prayer
which asks so sweetly...

"I ask unto you,
oh Heavens above me,
for years I have wondered
has love bid the world adieu?"

"Can it be so
that the world is so empty and cold?
Like an answer to my dreams,
I leave that up to you."

 

Until next time.
© Archangel 2008

Warmth of Spring

The winter sky is over here in my small part of Heaven which I call Texas. I can tell it's over just by the disappearance of the hunter in the winter sky. Of course, I'm talking about Orion.

Of all the constellations in the sky, he is the one I watch the most all year long. I guess it has to do with the fact that I've always been close to stories about warriors and mythical creatures. Or maybe there was a time when Orion pointed to something more special in my life. For whatever the reason, his time is come and gone. I'll wait for him for a few months and I'll know winter has come back when he's arrived.

I've taken a long break from writing. I've been trying to clear my head of past ideas that never worked and ideas I have yet to put on paper. When I was younger I remembered writing stories about places that I could see only in my dreams and how I would one day get to see these places. I guess my mind knew that I was lacking for ideas of what I feel I should be writing and I'm suddenly a child again. Filled with the memories of places long forgotten and people who I left behind.

To all the new people who've stopped by my blog and have wondered where I've been, I apologize. Even writers need a time to gather their thoughts every now and again. But thank you for your kind words about how much you like my writing and look forward to when I would be writing more. I'll try to be a bit more consistent this year, but I'll make no promises.

So, I guess it's time for a poem. After reading a few of my past poems I noticed that I don't really have any love poems besides the ones I wrote for the new year. I never was one for sappy love poems because anything you've ever wanted to say to someone you love has already been said by someone else a million times. But I would think the real challenge to writing a poem penned by love would be to be able to say something that has already been said and be able to say it better than they did. Maybe now, I'll give it a shot.

 

Forever watching
a moonlit covered sky
filled with millions of stars
that remind me of your eyes,
I lay here with you
and quietly slip into what would be reality
if holding you in my arms
was merely a dream.
 

Letting cool winds cover us
to send a chill through your body
and a message to my heart
to warm you with my love.

And until the time should come
that we should part from
this petite part of paradise,
I shall forever be with you
long after the moon has set
and the stars no longer twinkle.
 

All I ask until then
is for you to love me the same
and when you utter who you love
let it be my name.

 

Until next time

© Archangel 2008