Vikings In Burning Eyes

In bitter winds, by violent sea
Watching long for Norsemen strong
Upon the hard rocks sits she

Eyes of sky, locks of wheat
Waving o'er rose petal cheeks
Tender fingers blue and meek
As the days and nights 
Span into weeks

O waters high 
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home

Like the lightening cold and stark
Riding Storm and thunder
The Vikings come from old Denmark 
For conquest and for plunder 

Turning the waves into weapons 
That are swift, forceful and sure
Like great eagles with sharp talons
They descend upon the shore

Striking horror and bloody terrors In the dark of night
Then in early morning and dawning tides flooding 
As dragon boated warriors swept away out of sight

The raiders became unknowing captives 
In spite of their awesome terrible might
For a boy's burning eyes beheld the motion
Of the quaking Asgardians' flight, 
Upon the deep and blue molten ocean 
Waves and swords flashing in the blinding light

Gone from the land a terrible blight,
Yet In fitful sleep he hears them alright 
The Mother tries to calm her child's fright
But the moonless shadows keep on singing
A Ghostly song Ringing, a calling out in the night
Chanting, boasting, shouting 
With gusto and bloodthirsty delight

O waters high and
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home

Run

Run

The sightless watchers -are kingsmen come

More necks do they spy

More lives do they seek to plumb

They In Godless harmony

Run
To a quiet place get out now

Take the hog 

And the sow

Dog and cat

Horse and cow

Don’t look back

Run for your life

Or you will end up 

like lots wife

Run
Go to the Synagogue

Drink of the Decalogue

Go to the church

Open up every heart and cry

Heaven thy soul to search

Get ye to a nunnery

Find a sacred tent

Before the bloody leftists

Take thy soul to rent

Go now to monastery

Seek out the apothecary

Run
Teach your children well

Lest the girls say "add to me"

The boys " cut mine away to hell"

There is no place for elders

No place for the child

Spokesmen kill with actions

With flowery words beguile

Run

Who said it’s wrong to question

Or some were weeds to pull

Who offered a final solution

Gave education and media’s masses

A pollution of sullied lies to cull

No place for God in heaven

Unless there’ll be some killin

No place for the Messiah

Unless violent or false religion

The turned around

Can no longer turn away

For the lies whispered softly

Have turned their minds to clay

The compassionate heart melts

Gone in the taken day

But even as blind men bluff

Others see love’s way

To hope and trust enough

In truth’s final play 

Run
Listen and understand

Hear what the wise winds say 

When the leaders

Follow a fallen star

Broken, deceived bleeders                 

Chasing power from afar 

Little birds, the weak and children

Plead: "no molestar, no molestar

Rising above the world’s cauldron

With creation they utter a prayer

Groaning in consternation and with fear

“Save us oh Holy One, save us                                                                                                  From From the tyrannical, pain, tears, death and despair”

epilogue... for see they do yet come for us all

Travel On

They like alligators

Slip into the passing flows

Out from the paths

They follow a rose

As into the sunset

My mind goes 

On to better places

Leave the day behind

Some treasure lost

In the night to find

Back now

To the wanton belly

Of the way –

On the fast pace

Of the black river

Back now 

To the vanishing horizon

Of this event

The curve of the road sinks

Beneath the wheels

My thoughts are left behind

The projected vision

Of red tail lights up ahead –

Locked in a film noir

Of blacks and greys tonight.....

Climbing climbing – pulled

Like a moth in the moonlight

By the magnet of life

The words are gone ..

The pics are gone...

and so am I for now....

Travel on, travel on,

Travel on my friend...

Little Girl

Little Girl

Who took the joy from your eyes little girl

Who stole the glow of your pearl

Who took the sun away from your shine

Why in your glass is there no wine

Gone is the day, left only blackened ash

Where is the love in your cup little lass

Tis not lost on those who see little girl

That thread of pain in your words little girl

Who put the dark in the way of your sight

As you wither from sufferings in the night

Sweetest one, who emptied your flash of light

A curse on those who have robbed you little girl -

Will not right the past nor the ache that you feel

So I pray that peace set your mind and heart to heal

As fair winds fall gently upon your flowing tresses’ curl

That you may dance and sing o’er field and heathered world

And Jasmine dew fill your life with good once again little girl.