Hallowed Ground
Beneath the city’s hallowed ground,
Lie promises and memories drowned,
Bought from liars by the pound,
Dreams of hounds and kings uncrowned.
Towers overlooked by guards,
Gamblers playing with no cards,
Dancers, acrobats and bards,
Kind regards lie in shards.
Gods’ and jesters’ burial mounds,
Beneath the city’s hallowed grounds,
Lost things never to be found,
Beneath the city’s hallowed ground.
Trolls and Regrets
Trolls don’t sleep at all at night,
They keep their dreams and hold them tight,
Each troll keeps memories in his sack,
Knowing that they won’t come back.
Dreams of bridges, stone and wood,
Memories of where cities stood,
Little crumbs of past regrets,
Promises, and unpaid debts.
Trolls look on with eyes unblinking,
Though you reckon them unthinking,
But their dirty, hairy heads,
Yearn for soft and yielding beds.
The Train
We cut a path through wood and stone,
Broken dream and shattered bone,
Turned away from hope or sorrow,
When we set to reach tomorrow,
Getting lost down winding track,
Knowing that we won’t be back,
Inside the world inside the hole,
Inside a train we don’t control,
Dreams quite simply start to drown,
Spirals always spiral down,
Upon the tracks we’ve always laid,
Beneath unanswered prayers prayed.
Kitten Dreams
Kittens smile when you’re away,
For an hour, or a day,
Kitten know when things are wrong,
When you’ve sung your final song,
Sitting at your grave all day,
Mad they didn’t get their way,
Though they loved you, they are vicious,
And you would have been delicious.
A pavement where poetry goes to die.
