Poem/Story Thread

[rocky the paladin]

Glass of Time
Me

As I looked through the glass of time,
I saw once a spring time of joyful blind.
Though now the sun is fade and worn,
back then was great no hate no scorn.

I sit here now staring with paranoia,
at the door which protects me from ya.
A tap on the window made me jolt,
for if it were real I'd have to bolt.

The lock twists and turns to make a sound
in beat with my heart's fearful pound.
I reach for my tool to ready for the fall
as the phone rings is that you who calls.

The banshee screeches as it spins by my ear.
The sound echoed in my head as a ducked in fear.
Her sister struck sore at my finger tip
as I wounded it's master by shooting from the hip.

I stood, eagles raised ready to swoop
down for the chicken fleeing it's coop.
slowly yet steadily a drop of sweat falls
a strike of the ground gave a signal for all.

Was I too fast for thee
or your too full of me.
For there you lay in the doorway,
waiting for the almighty to take you away.

Though anger, revenge, and fear had fueled me,
I felt grief for what I've done and fell to one knee.
The glass of time or so they call it,
was steadily working to say you nit wit.

A tear they say can heal the one you love.
But can it heal one you also enjoyed to shove?
A spirit will call you to take you to heaven,
but will the one you love be there waiting?

I looked to see that I too was wounded.
Silly it is what adrenaline does till found.
as I lay on you for we're bound for the heavens,
the last beads of sand slid to join there brethren.

 

[rocky the paladin]

going down
lonely road of mine
yes I'm going down
how was I so blind

I met her way back in school,
as I chased the innocent sheep
I thought I was so cool
though I was only a little creep.

A red swirl danced in the blond hair
Such a soft sweet succulent voice
I could listen for hours here and there
but She said I must make a choice

so I'm going down
a lonely road of mine
yes I'm going down
I was so damn blind

I chose love over rep and after
three hellish years of torturing turmoil
she left me as a single father
so just as the spring coils
I'm cursed to walk alone

and Go down
a lonely road of mine
To turn around
would be so kind

after the suppressed memories of college
I move back to take responsibility of what I did
She stayed around like she had pledged
a saying I remember when I was a kid

If you have a Kid
Marry her in respect but
if she leaves like your mum did
keep on till she's in your tiny hut.

days go by
years may even be said
but as the boy grew High
His mom came closer to my bed.

Going down
a lovely road of mine
going down
No longer blind.