Black Roses
 
Black roses on my doorstep found I
As I was looking up at a coal grey sky
Darkened clouds crowded me.
sending shivers of anticipation up my spine
Looking down I saw the flowers, the moment
of truth had truly come
One day I will understand why it happened,
but until then I will wear a black rose on
my coat lapel proudly.
Unending the Unendable
 
Shall I compare thee to a moonlit night
Thou art more forbidding and more unsilent
A gentle breeze doth whisk the dead leaves of Earth
And Autumn's veil hath fallen upon the land
Something of thy darkness always remains
And is oftern present even at thy season's end
And is always glaring, baring down upon us
By the deperateness of your vacant stare
 
But thy is to be ever present, even at season's end
Nor will thy lose thy desperate stare, glare
Nor shall thy ever end ;
 
So long as thy fallen leaves are blown up into the sky
So long will thy season never die.
Theater of the Night
 
The curtain of the darkness is preparing to fall, the players are on the stage
A full moon has risen into the sky, shedding it's ghostly light upon the stage
The players begin to move, in their nightly dance, each drifting across the stage like a spector of midnights past
Moving to anf fro, fro and to, in and out of the shadows
Each speaking their lines from some long forgotten script
The curtain is to rise, the lights flash on overhead
The players begin to fade, the play of day is about to begin.
Arcadia
 
Empirous land, across the sea
Land of our fore fathers
Where can you be
 
Arcadia, where are you now
Where has history taken you
 
Is it far beneath the seas
Or is it into the heavens
 
Do you still exist
Or are you just a vague memory
 
What lies ahead of us
For surely you lie behind
 
You are our history
But we are the makers of the future.
From the Heart
Fireflies in the midnight sky, open hearts that never lie
Swords aflame in the glitter of the moonlight, Chronicles of love almost in sight
Souls of pure pristine beauty, star of white light in the night
Hearts entangled in an intricate web, love most pure sure to be had.
The Irish Man
 
He stands there on a grassy knoll
The wind swaying the reads at his feet
Staring into the distance with a purpose yet unseen
Why are the grasses green
What is it he sees
He is the only one who knows exactly what
But, why is it he continues to look upon the land
The answer lies with him
The answer lies within his soul
The soul of a morning breeze
A picture of a land
But, who is he who looks upon it
He is the Irish man.
Empire of the Night
 
Oh glorious winter, oh glorious night
I am underneath you eyes
Your eyes of staring fright
 
Late in the earl of nigth
You stare at me with an accusationof most unkept fright
 
In you cold dark reaches
I can feel you there
Feel the frigidness of your stare
 
Was it not long ago, that someone once said
" It is colder than cold in the lands of the dead."
The Twilight Hour
 
In a deserted mountain cave
Alone he sits
 
Upon the walls, there are drawings scrawled
Each a silent tribute to a long forgotten people
 
All around him, everywhere he looks
The silent figures stand, frozen in time
Looking down upon him
 
The lone stranger rises, the light is growing dim Slowly, the stranger walks to the entrance And out in the growing night
 
Whistling softly, to himself
An "Ode to Twilight."
Legends and Lore
 
Myths and legends of times past, fortune and glory for those who clash
Love unending in hatreds place, castles of stone built by sword and mace
Evils folly has come again for good to battle to the end
Autumn's light has come again to bring day anew, now I bid you adieu.
The City of Sin
In the city of sin
No one can win
 
They draw you in
And make you think you can win
Until they decide to take their share
 
No one can win, everyone can lose
When you have played
And when you have lost
They pass you a chip and say
"Go on Boss"
 
And when you lost it all
They make sure you'll fall
And you end up a citizen in
The city of sin.
The Fine Line
 
To dream is to do what can't be done, for all life is a dream. A time of innocence, a time of guilt, a time for all things to be viewed in the right perspective. The right of the born to live, the right for the ill to die. A generation on the edge.
Darkness of the Night
 
And I saw a full moon rise,
A blind man gazing into a sea of darkness,
A child crying in the night.
The Man who would be King
 
He was a bold man, hardened by a great many battles. And wisdom, he thought and we thought that he had that too. But the many years had taken their toll, much of his courage they had stole. He knew his weaknesses, some of his people did too. But his people didn't want weakness, they wanted wit and wisdom. Things now that he didn't have. So, one night, when the time was right The man who would be king took his horse and rode off into the night. Never to be seen again.
The Hidden God
 
In shadows I travel walking from one lifetime to another
Listlessly awaiting the coming of the dawn
To gaze upon the face of the Sun God
To hide away in my secret grove
Away from his dazzling light
To search forever, to never have the curse of the mortal coil
And the earth was filled with light.
End of the Rainbow
 
At the end of the rainbow is not a a pot of gold, But a small black kettle filled with water. The water is the tears of all those who sought and sought a treasure that did never exist.
The Corruption of Man
 
I take the goblet from her hands, I look into her clear blue eyes. The goblet contains eternal life.
I take a drink of this dark red liquid, I look into her eyes again. But, this time I see them glowing feverishly red, her lips curled in a mock smile
I kiss her, she kisses me. I feel a sharp pain, my life begins to fade away, my consciousness spiraling down into oblivion
The corruption of life begins.
I awaken to find myself in her arms, her dark eyes staring down at me. My heart racing, I gaze all around me as if a newly born child, first looking out into the world
I am safe now, safe from all of the pain that this world can ever give.
Was there ever really a choice, or has this destiny always been waiting in the darkness for me to embrace it ?
Life
 
The dead man walks up to me and asks if I know the meaning of life
I look at him strangely, I ponder his question and his reasoning for asking it
He asks me again, do you know the meaning of life
Then I think to myself do I really care ? What is life, should I care
And I look into the mirror and see the reflection of someone that I do not know
And behind his eyes I see the heart, the soul, the mind of a stranger
All things change, that is the meaning of life.
All Poems within this Page are Copyright to Brian-Joseph Baker
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