Poem....Letting go

Together as one
Thoughts intertwined
Two wings in flight
Never only one
But that day has come
As surely as storms must end
As surely as rose petals must fall
Our paths in different lights
Clinging to what was one
But knowing one isn't so
Knowing tis time to let go

Poem....Wall of Now

Wrapped around me
That solid Wall of Now
Not penetrated by If, What or When
Blue birds composing their song
Clouds forming mythical creatures
For my interpretation
Not concerned with hours and days
Or things to get
Or to see who pays
Only know this for sure
Thoughts in the Now
Are ones that are pure

Gothra....A Gothic SciFi adventure on Social Media linking Old 14th Century Paris to a mineral rich Planet(Gothra) in a nearby Star System. A SpaceTime Portal is discovered that is being used by an Alien Society, the Gothrans. SpaceShip Mission is on a 20 year mission and discovers a Human, Gwen who was accidentally Ported to the Planet from the Spacetime Portal located on Earth in the City Of Paris. The Gothrans and the mission Spaceship Crew become locked in a psychological battle for control of the Portal. Gwen , a Dark Poet who was rescued from Planet Gothra, Ports to 14th Century Paris and is selected by the King of Paris to be the King's Court Poet. The Adventure switches back and forth between the Dark Gothic Period and the 21st Century with the Spacetime Portal connecting the two. There are possible other Portals on Gothra linking to other Planets which would greatly simplify Space Travel for humans and at the same time possibly interfere with Gothran mining operations in the Galaxy. You can follow the Gothran Adventure at Rexeaglenet on Facebook, Gothra Group.

Poem....no title

Beauty
Standing tall
Floating through air
On wings of a butterfly
Crawling over forest floor
Under shell of mosaic brown and black
In the loving gaze
Between mother and cuddled child
All around it speaks it's timeless tale
Of Life and Love unfolding

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Poem...London Dream

Cobblestones with flickering orange
glisten under the old oil street lamps
Snorting of horses with clopping sounds
Couples in finery head to Castle invite

Tall Clock Tower sounds the hour of eight
Beggers on the street saying their alms
Light foggy mist starting to fall
And London slips into another dream

Dark Poem....I must go

There is a place I must go
A place as cold as fallen snow
Where rows of stone grow like trees
And faded names once did please

A place with blackbirds calling names
And cold silence answering sames
A place of visitors with sad goodbyes
And eternal quiet meets darkened skies

Dark Poem.....Lowly Ink

The chain on her ankle
Connected to old rock wall
A reminder of anger expressed
A symbol of brash words
Flung at his royalty

Beside a goblet of water
A container of porridge
Lies pen and parchment
For her beg for forgiveness
While awaiting her lashes

The Darkness creeps in
Throwing shadows on cobblestones
Would she hold head high
And wait her fate
Or find her future in lowly ink

Letters on a Stone

Poem....Letters on a stone

He gathered wealth
To fill a void
To quench an unquenchable need

He gathered possessions
In many places
Traveled far to see

He made many acquaintances
Those like he
Seeking comfort in more things

And in the end
The things scattered
And He, letters on a stone

Rex

Molly

 Poem...Molly

And then there was One running
Not knowing whether from or to
An unseen light pushing her through

And then there were Two running
Not asking the whats  or why
Only knowing a reach for the sky

And then there were Four running
Getting a glimmer of the Why
Helping others with confidence to try

And then there were Hundreds running
Joy building, shoulders touch
Knowing excuses no longer a crutch

And then hundreds of thousands running
Across vast  Oceans of Blue
Running with Molly with visions anew

Rex 08/2013

Poem....That day

Poem....That day

Seems so far off
That day I walk alone
Your smile a memory
Your touch a tear
But as the rain starts
And as the Earth turns
That day will come
But until that day
We walk together
Holding Hands
I marvel at your smile

Poem....These tangled Webs

Poem....These tangled webs

Spinning silver strands
Of complex thoughts
And compulsions to please
Where nothing can penetrate
The strong web we weave
And in layered complexity
Only we perceive
Life rushed on and
Unknown to us
We continue the creation
Of these tangled webs

Capt Rex

Poem...Things turn on a dime

Poem...Things turn on a Dime

Dark creeps in
Creating weird shadows
Portent of things to come
Feelings of things not right
Feelings of hurried flight
From things meaning harm
Or things hidden in their plots
First rays of morning sun
And fresh air rushes in
And optimism glows anew
And things turn on a Dime

Capt Rex

Poem....It crumbles

Poem.....It crumbles

It crumbles in my hands
Even as I try so hard
To attach meaning
To the pieces of Life
To save the compliments
And never to speak
Things to be done
Or promises to be kept
They slide through my fingers
Like dry Ocean sand

The next step

The next step

For she knows
That which lies ahead
Is in the passion
Of the next step
Taking her to places
Never having dreamed
She would go

Sailing toward Untrue

Sailing toward Untrue

Don't get lost
In the world of things
That brand new house
Those diamond rings
That masters diploma
Hanging on the wall
That new position
Feeling ten feet tall
That object on shore
That love you once knew
Keeps getting smaller
In sailing toward Untrue

King's Poet is chosen

King's Poet is chosen

There he sits
In all his finery
A flick of the jeweled finger
Sending subjects scattering
Writing decrees on parched paper
A battle here and a dungeon there
Candles flicker as Gwen reads
The Court deathly quiet
The King nods and smiles
The king's poet is chosen

Capt Rex

The knowining discerned

Poem...The knowing discerned

It's the dark places
The angry faces
Broken laces
It's the cracks in the wall
The broken tools
The broken rules
It's the missing pages of a book
The unspoken words
The averted look
It's the lessons learned
The gratitude earned
The knowing discerned

That invisable force

Poem...That invisable force

There always stands
That invisable force
Of doubts and predictions
Between dreamer and success
Justfied by rationalized relenting
Perhaps trying anew
Some other day
Perhaps not meant to be
Not coming my way

Poem....Here we are

Here we are

Here we are, Funday
A time to pray
A time to sing hymns
A time to question
A time to say why
A time stand tall
A time to be free
A time to thank Evolution
And all those gone before

Poem....Brand New Tattoo

She soared off on tattered wings
From daily life and what it brings
From other's wants and other's needs
To a beautiful mountain top
Covered with trees
And there She will find
In freshness anew
Her wings are repaired
And a brand new tattoo

Reaching for dark poems

She speeds toward solitude, pieces of her life shedding like windblown shingles, reaching for dark poems to light her way, evening is closing in as shadows confuse, pretending a reality from a fleeting desire

Moon's reflection on armor

Moon's reflection on armor

Oh those tears, coming from my fears, the dark stormy skies, brings images to my eyes, of you on beautiful steed, departing for your creed, moon's reflection on armor, my wait evermore.

Those bagpipes awhining, raised swords ashining, commands being shouted, fearful glances touted, hooves anxious for the charging and you on beautiful steed, moon's reflection on armor, my wait evermore.


Breaking night's dark claims, I hear horses under reigns, moving slowly toward my direction, fear swelling in my projection, beautiful steed not among them, but double saddled I see him, we cling to each other, my wait nevermore.