The Keep

War!
A keep sits nestled inside a walled castle.
Outside these walls war rages.
Fires light the night and arrows fill the sky.
But the walls hold.
Soldier after Soldier crash against the walls.
Bodies litter the the fields outside.
Inside the walls the keep sits untouched.
Its newly constructed walls hold.
Days pass and the keep stands tall.
Armies fall to the wall.
Its layers are deep and its engineers clever.
After many battles the wall has been reinforced and improved.
But as the months press on and the armies rise and fall.
Something makes its way inside the keep.
Or rather Someone.

Ronin

A Ronin wanders the country side.
He follows no road.
He carries nothing with him but hurt pride.
His feet move with out purpose.
He carries on with his sojourn because he can.
But something troubles him just beneath the surface.
He has wandered lost for sometime now.
Looking for answers to the past and the future
He struggles not with the why but the how.
With out a master he must press on
He must find his new purpose
Until then he will start his life a new every break of dawn.

The Painter

A Portrait hangs in the painters studio
The image a tale long told
The paint was once fresh and bright like life
Its wetness allowed him to shape the story held with in
The sculpted Colors bringing a tale to life
But the paint is not so wet anymore
Its become dry and brittle, the color faded
The surface hardened by the slow caress of time
The Painter sits at his easel
Brush in hand it weighs heavy
Its weight like a truck resting in his fingers
The Painter's pallet covered in dried paint that once whispered tales
Now they are covered again by fresh wet paint
Vibrant paint ready to shout their tale
The Painter's canvas white and bright, like a future
A small area covered in paint begins a tale
Its still wet and fresh
A new Tale not yet told
A Tale left ready for the Painter to shape

Its been awhile

The sea is so much a mystery
filled with such beauty
it stretches as far as i can see
I sit eagerly on my shore
looking out to her blue vastness
her beauty touches me to the core
I long to be set free
free to travel in the blue
able to get lost in her enchanting sea.

Push

The music hits and off i go
My feet hit the ground
The wind so cool on my face and in my hair
The motion charges me
Each time my foots hit the pavement
The music pumps in my ears
The beats are hard and heavy
Like my feet as they push me forward
My muscles tighten and energy rips through them
Pick it up pick it up
My second wind kicks in and it's euphoric
The sweat drips off my face and crackles with energy
Just a little further
The music beats with the energy of my body
I can see it in my sights
Don't stop now
My legs push on and my arms tighten up
This is not where i want to stop
I push on a little further
I stop and am very tired
but filled with so much energy

Ca$h

My hands are bloodied from work
but the thing$ i have are here for me.
My time is $pent so far away
and not with whom I love.
The dollars can $tifle your heart
and cover your eyes.
Can it truly buy happine$$?
It can truly take it away.
A pauper has the time
to be a richer man than I.
And when im long and gone
what will be my worth?
measured in happiness
and not the size of my pur$e.

Edge

An oldie but goodie. i wrote waaaaay back when i was in high school.this one is actually in the national library of poetry.

For some it is honor
For some it is skill
For some it is an instrument of death
Its use is historic
Holding importance in war
For over a life time
Its skill is awesome
In the hands of a master
Its purpose more consuming
than a simple pull of a trigger
It demands skill
Concentration and discipline,
It separates the strong from the weak
On the battle field