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Little Girl Lost

She loved to play in meadowlands around the lilac tree,
And made her dolls all come to life and live so happily;
The boys she teased to her delight, to them she was the plague
That wormed its way into their lives to always pull their leg,
Forever she embarrassed them, to cease she’d be remiss,
For it was all such fun, you see, to chase them with a kiss;

But then one day she wasn’t seen, nowhere could she be found,
They searched for days in bogs and streams for footprints in the ground,
And just when they thought all was lost and hung their heads in gloom,
A shout was heard, she had been found there hiding in her room;

But who was she—this little girl? Whom no one could beguile?
Why could she not but lift her head to flash a little smile?
Where did her song and laughter go, and brightness of her eyes,
That shone to all the universe but now seemed in disguise?

And so she grew and blossomed forth, but with no one to mourn
The winds that blew in quietude, and grew till there was born,
The unfulfilled of visions failed and innocence deceased,
And raging storms from demon lairs of dissonance released;

It is as when a witch’s broth stirs all things insecure,
And casts its spell of ugliness on things that once were pure,
Like bounties of both rogue and knave, and treasures pirates bring,
Are stolen virtues of the heart, the scandals of a king;

O share the pain you kings and beasts a foul deed you’ve done,
You stole her very innocence and took away her sun,
That shone once on her meadowlands and fields where she had run,
Where now she lies in shadowlands of fallowed fields undone.

For had she known that strangers were more trusted than were you,
She’d sooner run into their arms than challenge what you do,
For what you did to my dear one I’ll evermore regret,
You punished she who can’t defend, and nevermore forget,

And now she sits upon her swing that used to ride the wind,
She cannot sit but quietly, with wounds of all who sinned,
So when the man who loves her true had come to be her prince,
He entered to a room he thought was full of innocence,
And therein found this little girl, although she was his bride,
Just like a stone she hid alone, a prisoner inside,
Though she may yearn for nothing more than love to there reside
She finds distress in his caress wherein her spirit died—
While in her heart longs just a child who wishes harmony,
A place secure outside herself, that she might cling to me,
And how I wish to set her free but do not have the key!

Who she is and who she was, I know they aren’t the same,
But he who took her innocence has left me all the pain—
If only I could have it now, the key to set her free,
Then she could come and claim the love that she deserved of me,
And I could have the little girl who found it in her heart
To give me all the love she had right from the very start;

Instead she labors all our days with hate and deadly sin,
While bonds we thought that we once had are growing very thin,
For she will always struggle in her loving trust of me,
Perhaps one day she’ll find a way, the key to set it free,
When all is pure in meadowlands around the lilac tree.

Well Vickster, if now it should be a college degree,
So many would find it absurd,
That an industry pays for the variant ways
Of meandering minds of the nerd.:nerdy:

Well, truth be known, just enough to keep the candle lit next to you, my dear bro ... :giverose:

My Father Who Aren’t in Heaven

My Father who aren’t in heaven,
Unhallowed be your name,
For when you stole my innocence,
I’ve never been the same;

You crept into my certitude,
That your will should be done,
But left behind these scars for life
With no place left to run;

And I have kept our secret,
For which I have no worth,
And should you go to heaven,
I’d rather stay on earth;

And hope I’d be forgiven,
For all I hate in you,
Though you think I’ve forgotten,
While you say it’s untrue;

So I’ll not ask the scepter
For life another day,
Because it’s far too painful
To find another way,
That I should ask protection
From my own wickedness,
While you will hurt so many more,
Though you think nonetheless,

That I pray not for memories,
Nor recollections past,
But that I be delivered,
From hate that holds me fast.

The Dolphin

Her love is like a folding wine,
Cascading ruby serpentine,
Descending to the deep abyss,
She swims the pool of heaven’s kiss,
And waits with earnest valiant eyes,
As sailing ships come in disguise,
On waves that crash and roll.

With drunken legs do sailors swash
Upon the roving decks awash,
Then comes a fate upon his trek
To sweep the helpless from the deck,
Beyond descent of rising seas,
Where silent cries and soundless pleas,
Are drowned in the sea-bell’s toll;

And gentle is the dolphin's mind,
With wearied souls of fading hope,
No judgement in her search to find
Of all who to the surface grope,
Beneath the wake of hapless schemes,
Consumed are they of broken dreams,
To search the island shoal.

And though he cry so plaintively,
But she who dives through twisting brine,
Though none are brave to set him free,
But she who fights the knotted twine,
Through barbs and nets of whaling ships,
She swims to prayers of parted lips,
To free the beaten soul.

And now they watch the circling brine,
From where those there did nothing good,
But watched the ruby serpentine,
Flow from her love misunderstood,
For pierced was she with heartless knife,
By those learned late to spare her life,
Who failed to see her loyal love,
That bought reprieve from none above,
A precious life they stole.

The Voyage

Once I sailed without a care, my passage was not sound,
I journeyed through a mystery for which no chart was found,
I sailed my ship on open seas of blissful ignorance,
Of how I came to be a fool in twilight’s ambiance;

For just as ocean wind and wave cannot of storms predict,
Or how these rocky shores of life in pain seem to inflict
A passion from the sea’s intent to voice the boiling deep,
While never quenching life’s great search for love it cannot keep;

So when I spied a wayward ship whence foam and sea abound,
I saw no wheel or ruddered keel wherefore she ran aground,
And lashed she was on battered shoals of deep ambivalence,
While amnesty could not entreat my quest to consequence;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;

While it was true I came to you, an uninvited guest,
A voyage long with sailor’s song, you were to be my quest
For I had searched in fathoms deep where undercurrents roll,
To steal the treasures of your heart, temptations of my soul;

Now who was I to feel so wrong to rob the souls who trust?
And those betrayed of false charades for all that they might lust?
And who was I but one who saw from where the storm winds blew?
That I became the very same for evil that they do?

Though haunted was my wanting heart profane for it to have,
To quell with balm its burning pain, that yearned to have the salve
And tenure of a noble ship possessed of something real,
Though I deceived its calm reprieve for what I came to steal;

For what was I? A buccaneer—my fortunes all but spent,
Contrived by virtue in pretense, I had no good intent,
For long ago my heart turned faux to all who had believed,
I told those lies with words so bold, to hearts that I deceived;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;

And foolishly I parted sea to sail within your heart,
A rover seeking just some gold who sailed without a chart,
But winds that swayed to guide my way and mast to steer me in,
To misty bays and tidal waves of dreaded pain within;

And then you asked me why I came, you swore me to no lies,
You made me struggle for the truth and words you’d not despise,
While nonetheless I did confess these ancient worlds within,
That desperation deep inside that contemplates all sin;

And while enraged this tempest waged its war within my soul,
And swept intentions from my heart wherein the sea bells toll,
Their final judgment of the night to morning skies of red,
Wherein my agonizing heart succumbed to all its dread;

While whetted were the winds that roared a truly deep remorse,
Within came calm before that storm from whence there seemed no source,
For all the simple hearts I robbed so surreptitiously,
I now saw wings of innocence that flew capriciously;

I was a ship of treachery, I sailed without restraint,
With fables bold my stories told with voices very faint,
Just plundered treasures of your heart from lands of discontent,
Adventures yielding nothing true for which my life was spent;

So now no longer do I sail for plunder and for thrill,
For bounties of such treachery cannot my heart fulfill,
They are but empty vagrancy from endless drifting days,
That bring the grave to every knave, for all his sins he pays;

But now I sail upon those dreams in search for what is real,
Devoid of compass, starry skies, with treasure not to steal,
For all exposed within my heart of which was not concealed,
Can never roam, nor return home, for all has been repealed;

And I will never sail again, nor deep the oceans ply,
But I will soar upon the winds where wings of eagles fly,
And search why clouds will ever shroud my final journey home,
From where none dare to raise a flag for fear that tempests roam;

So bid me not yet “fare thee well!” before my search is done,
For I will fly so far and wide to lands of midnight sun,
While rising from the seas of time are debts that overflow,
My pleadings are that I will pay to all for what I owe;

And I will be a cherished friend, who helps subside the pain,
Though I can never pay you back for nothing does remain
Of all that’s left in deep regret from which I do repent,
For empty is this hull of mine of fortunes that I spent;

Yet simple is this love of mine though we are far apart,
And it remains just as the day I sailed upon your heart,
And though it flutters high in clouds just as the winter dove,
It will remind you that I am an unencumbered love.

I was a ship with but one goal, to sail without restraint,
To travel deep within the soul, with voices very faint,
And every lie and story told, with all these I would taunt,
The one to whom I journeyed through with untruth I would flaunt;

But I am now an empty scow, that can no longer roam,
I have no rudder nor a sail to guide my journey home;
Though penitent, my treasure spent, I also cannot be,
The pirate ship that I once was that lived by treachery;

For was I meant to be content with deep sea wind and wave,
While I did fantasize for want, entanglements I craved,
Which brought me far too close therein, to stormwinds of the heart,
And I have no more steerage left, while seas tear me apart,

And I will lay beneath the waves and no more will I be,
But of a time and certainty when I sailed unto thee,
For I had sailed into your heart, and thereupon did yearn,
And voyaged far beyond the point from where I could return.