Retired Eyes


A lonely castle built by Poe
Words upon pages flow
Hither, tither, to and fro
Hear a blackbirds crow
Carried by winds that blow

Please if it will, that I may
Tell of a tragic tale

The nights are cold in the city
Frost seething down on the ground
Shuffling feet, scraping beat
There ain’t no sunshine coming now
No, tonight the air wears a frown
Sadness comes from everywhere
It looks at you, it looks at me
Wondering, is anyone free
What if…
A glow in the distance grows
Light against dark, contrast
Turns to a blue, bright as a morning sky
With wisps of puffy white clouds
Hope springs, could it would it find
The sun shining through brings a smile
Survived the journey of a midnight mile
To seize the day anew
The yesterday, like the wind blew
No…
Just another pause in a time
That lets breath take in deep
Expelled with a final sigh
Slowly fades to black, retired eyes

Ax

Star Seeds


His heart pierced, the desire within is fierce
Journeys in time, to worlds near, far; how sublime
Riddles of life sought, defeats and triumphs fought

An ache inside thrashing about, the urge to scream and shout
Misplaced on a rock spinning round, velocity lifts from ground
Eyes closed shut, imagines an Eden through galaxies that erupt

A lost seed planted on this earth sprouted in birth
Shallow roots spread short, failed to hold from bitter frost
The want, no, the need to leave so great, consider it greed

Reborn in death, a path that leads to a new first breath
Like a distant love, the kind dreams are made of
As told in faerie tales through storybook fables

Ax

Healing A Soul


Fell in love so many times, tears outpours rain
Under sky, the one this world eyes
A gift given to all of earths living creatures

All the stars that twinkle at night
The wind blows, like a kiss it cools
Bronzed by sun, glows the colour gold
The ocean sprays its mystic fragrance
On snowy days take comfort by fireside
When will it be enough to praise what is ours
Why choose a name for the divine who is the same
O’aught to be, this planet evolved for us to be free

Enslaved to work in bondage
Enslaved to owe a debt
History remains the same
Present and future has us chained

Yet, stirs the heart that pumps life through veins
Rushing, churning, what’s inside of us
Spiralling down a burrowed hole
The silhouette of a white wabbit
Looking up, wonders
Does a poem make one feel
Would it matter if lines stuttered
Breaking into rhymes, syllable after syllable

1 2 3, A B C…I See You, through the vibe of wifi
Loving every inch of space that comes through
Healing a soul, trapped in a world that spins hot and cold

Ax

Carousel Dreams


On a ride that gleams in a child’s eye
Round and around, everyone the leader
The music gets louder, galloping faster
Spinning, spinning, bursting with laughter
Carousel dreams, in a saddle sitting high

Painted ponies gallantly trotting
Wolves on a chase through the enchanted forest
Deer in a meadow seems to leap the furthest
Snuggling with a rabbit, hopping madness
Carousel dreams, a hearts gentle throbbing

How simple and dear when the young allowed to dream
Like a coin tossed into a fountain, pays for a wish beholden
If it comes true by miracles grace, fate brings out emotion
A tragedy when left hanging, the end of the ride heart broken
Carousel dreams, that ends perhaps licking up ice cream

Ax

Skipping Stones By The Shores of Kitchi-Gummi


Sunrise to sunset, never tires, these eyes that begets
Land that spreads wide, in this Ojibway forest
Rains fall in spring, mingles and flows as the snow melts

Rushing waters flood, through creeks to rivers trough
Running down twisting, turning, churning white froth
“Paddle to the Sea” when an Indian journeyed south

A tale told in a wooden canoe, carved as a toy
Each glide of the blade, shapes the mind of a boy
How far can he go if set free in search of spirits joy

Life all around lives breathing, creatures lay weary
Trespassers gawk to watch nature tell its story
In awe, leaves the mouth hanging, open, filled in glory

Blackbirds perched, peering down beady-eyed
Moose feeding in a bog, antlers sway side to side
Every sound heard, irks, rabbits to bounce and hide

When the heart respects space, exists tranquility
Skipping stones by the shores of Kitchi-Gummi
High as fuck, taking life, nice, slow and easy

Ax

Stories of the Past and Future


When did time create the first story
Was it written about the past in glory
I wonder, was it about hunting an animal
To feed, clothe, a tribe living in the jungle
Grunting verses told by primitive charades
By fire, under moon, a wolfs howl fades

Stories of past explorers and sailors
Crossing seas in search of futures
A new world, there had to be one
Planting, growing, evolving on up
Look to the stars, a journey beyond
A kaleidoscope of colours and song

Wars that eliminate species and races
Recording a history of greed and violence
Lessons taught to the young at heart
Not to repeat what ills man has rot
But to set an open course and unite
A world as one, for a future we may write

Ax