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Some Half-Mad Comments

^{A few poems for any who will listen}

[The Half-Mad Poet]

Respen Starym's Poetry

Wonder

Why must a man stare to silvery moon,
Wonder while wind caresses thought,
Webs, illusion, weave through the air
Each a star's ethereal lust.

Why must the blue sky taunt us so?
Entrapping the golden orb
Warmth raining down, holy storm
That refuses to penetrate soul

Every blade slaughters the life
Innocence can no longer bear,
Yet to cast away each familiar knife,
A price very few can afford.

We dance to a tune that is no longer there
For a loss we no longer care,
Yet each platinum smile flares down for a while
Hidden, indifference we share.

Why must the wall obscure the view
Every man should wish to gaze?
False, the beauty, brick of lead,
The truth we all abuse.

Why must a man stare to onyx night.
Wonder to why all is lost,
Empty eyes, his tears cannot find
Forsaken, they no longer care

Ebon Sky

Strewn across the ebon sky,
Gems of glittergold,
A shine in beauty, a shine in light,
Life’s essence they hold.

The silver sphere hangs above
Azure waters still,
Amulet of love and power,
Divine its holly will.

Ebon thread weaves it all,
Together yet apart,
In awe we mortals stare
At nature’s loving art.

Night

She blankets us in darkness,
Withers life away,
Her beauty strikes one blind
Usurping the day.

Her eyes’ silvery shine
Fall upon the lake,
All mortals seek them
Yet tremble in her wake.

To flee her is impossible,
To hide is naive,
Always will she catch you
Always will she leave.

To her, love is freely given,
Yet love she will not take
Uncaring in her kingdom
For mortals short lived fate.

Fell

Fell wood
fell fire
fell devour soul,
devour, devour,
take it all
mayhap they'll never know

Farewell

I bid Farewell my fellows fair,
all who stood with me,
who held me strong in shadowed times
and listened to my mumbled rhymes

I bid farewell, substantial light,
that guided me steadfast,
advisors both sure and strong,
i listened to each honest song.

I bid farewell, yet never fear,
for when we all are part
memoir of our golden times
will echo forth, eternal rhymes

Dark Ribbons
^{I wonder how obvious this poem really is?}

Dark ribbons bind all sight,
Clouding answers true,
Onyx blade opens wounds
That hope and love ensue 

Hallow thought barrage the mind,
Empty, words strike my soul,
Wondrous eyes peer into heart,
Emotion I’ll never know.

Mystery, your cloak
The night, your raven hair
Silence, a melody,
Wondrous, your absent stair.


The [Half-Mad Poet]