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expectations
By Everett A Warren
August 14, 1992

trailing glow
of the stars
hiding belief beyond
unseeing fantasies
unravel wishes
there to find
expectations

from behind a knowing smile
eyes of infancy strive
to discover
constructing a world
with knowledge claimed
first creates
expectations

glimpsed from afar
across the bay
lost with salt spray and the tide
and then again
singing to darkness
rushing under pebbled beach
you capture
expectations

guided by times long past
echoes of moonbeam
caress the heart
fields of fallen hopes
smothered leaves
under snow of winter
leave unmet
expectations

echoes of a dreamer's fall
By Everett A Warren
December 30, 1996

words swirling silent
as the bitter rain pounding
cascading down in my heart in my mind

fear singing softly
of the depths descending
spiraling down ever down encased in vertigo

and we wonder
what course we might take
for we know that if we hit the ground
then we shall never wake

minds shutting swiftly
in blind ignorance denying
never trying to reach the heights the reality

do we hit the ground or do we wake
another choice remains

i will fly

little ghosts
By Everett A Warren
August 26, 1998

where does your anger come from
and where does it push its course
so much seems to awaken it
that without it
you would be a hollow shell
as meaningless
as kindness collapsed

you seek respect
you seek redress
you see strife as your tool
so much hatred
fills your soul
you live no more

how many battles
bring peace
how many victors
are praised by those they've slain

you are beneath contempt

the daredevil girl
By Everett A Warren
February 25, 1999

precarious
her position
atop the world
balancing on the rocking horse
her hands held out to the side
as she casually looks around
at first
grinning
proud of herself
as if to say
look ma no hands
but then it is old hat
and she rocks back and forth
while looking to and fro
as if it was no concern

and when
the gate comes down
like a rocket she tears
up the stairs
almost standing for each step
and down the stairs
after completing her mischief
and if you blink you will miss her
turning
looking
and then she comes running
from another direction
climbing atop the couch
climbing over any obstacles
(including you, if you happen to sit for a moment to catch your breath)
and then she leans in for a kiss
or more likely a hug
if you are big brother you are lucky and get both
and then she is off again

they call her ricochet rachel
fastest girl in the west side
thirteen months worth of
ohmigods and other
minor heart attacks

Musing
By Mina Ellyse Warren
February 1, 1997

Poetry
speaking from the heart and the mind
and the soul
Words
poured forth
Dreams made tangible
to bring dreams to others

Criticise:
"poor cadence
wrong choice of words
make it better
learn to write poetry
Take a class
make it correct
Write not your soul
nor your mind
nor your heart
rather what others
before you
have done"

Write as the critic wishes
perfection
A gleaming jewel
of emptiness and proper form
Make it non-art
but manufacture

Poetry
sweet blood more life-giving
and life-forgiving
than that which flows in veins

Each word
a work of art

for a picture is worth a thousand words
yet a word is worth a thousand pictures

Your work is your own
not to be compared to any standard
not to be held to criticism's false ideals

And the critics,
their power disrupted,
shall protest
Listen to what they say
Take heed of their mockeries
For in their words
hear their impotence and fear

The muse within each one of us
is far more powerful and potent than any from without

evolution
By Everett A Warren
August 26, 1998

long have you hidden
in the trees of the valleys
nestled in the boughs of time out of mind
wordless have you risen
although every breath is song
greeting each morrow without a thought to what's behind
seeking what may be
in the thorns of yesterday
hoping at last that it may be less than kin yet still more than kind
seeking to build a world
with the seeds of truth
but when it has taken root and all is said and done, i wonder what shall you find

perhaps nothing more than another lie

motionless
By Everett A Warren
December 15, 1998

and so you say
prepare to stand alone
i'm almost gone
and so i say
that i'm sure you will stay
don't leave me i want you by my side

when i say i love you
you say that i lie
when i want to hold you
you turn away

it's been a year
since you first said goodbye (this time)
and i don't know what to do
to make you change your mind

what good are words
that are never heard

and so we linger
together as we stand alone
with love almost gone
still we stay
even when we no longer know what to say
afraid to set fallen dreams aside

shining soul
By Everett A Warren
February 23, 1999

do you care to see
beyond the superficial
to find what lies beneath
the heart of mankind

is any soul
so pure
that it can be held
blameless
to the light

does it shine
even in the darkest
night
does it despair
of hopes that fail

and in the end
when you look in the mirror
what do you see

The Seventh Sea
By Everett A Warren
May 4, 1989

Ethereal blackness, illuminations of the night...
Rise...
Shake a thousand years...
Asleep...
Awake once more.

Strange and eerie afterglow fades as thunder reaches fragile ears.
The night cascading black on black imagination strange visions,
Thunder claps, deafening ears, shake my head, try to shake this sleep
That has slowly crept in on me leaving me my mind...

Against a better judgement, I sound that all is well.
Tormented rigging echoes cries, wailing night winds fill empty sails.
Torrenting rain washes 'way doubts and blinds those who try to see,
Thundering waves crash salt spray hull groans in anger well kept.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

She cries out for those who never returned,
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Crushing waves taunting, Siren sings a song, embrace the night,
"Embrace our love," she sings, "Come to me, you'll not be alone."
Push her from my mind, deep down inside knowledge lies,
Embrace barnacle rocks she lures you, shredded lives she feasts.

Leviathan, creature of the deep, rises from depths unknown,
Ancient Earth Goddess cries for her children's aid, Leviathan hears.
Rises from depths unknown, undetected, lightning lights night sky,
Lonely vessel caught in stormy seas sleeps unaware.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

She cries out for those who never returned,
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Widow's tears fall sorrow pours like rain streaks windowpanes,
Waiting for a sign that her beloved is alive, eternal, watches day and night.
Heart given out resting at the bottom of the sea.
Tears flow for you, resting at the bottom of the sea.

Waves run and hide, diesel poisons, cold steel cuts the sea,
Whalers coming into port, polluted harbor parts reluctantly.
Young woman watches, beloved behind the wheel, she smiles,
Brushes hair from her face, stirred by a cold and chilling wind.

She turns to the door locked tight, looks to the windows closed,
Fear fills her heart, overwhelming sorrow fills the air.
Young woman's gaze turns to the sea, horizon oh so far away,
Ghost ship's sails filled with wind, ghost crew coming home at last.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

Lonely frail skeleton, pressured, lost beneath brine,
Soul surrounded by seawater, body long since gone.
Timber gave way, hull lost, resting at the bottom of the sea.
I watched life sink to the bottom of the sea.

Sea's stormy song fills the air,
Sorrow of the depths whispers...
I hear you calling me, I will not answer.
You'll not claim me now or forever.

I'll rest here, lost at the bottom of the sea,
Forgotten...
Trapped beneath the seventh sea.

Quid pro quo
By Everett A Warren
April 27, 1991

Glimpses of elder mysteries,
Forgotten places steeped in time,
Travel the lost path of discovery.

Knowledge and wisdom -- Held in the hearts of moss encrusted rock.
Strength and motion -- Flows in streams of consciousness.

And yet, see the crystal, hardened to a shine, the glory of light reflected around you.
And still, the crystalline waters cascade in rainbows of timeless light.

Hear the soft song of the restless brook,
Hear the cries of children playing in the setting sun.

Can you hear the edritch secrets as they're whispered in the trees.
Do you fear the cries of the whipporwill echoing past dark as they steal souls away.

Keep watch over the lonesome fens,
Can you feel the brooding silence threatening.

Lost in the 'midst of a dream,
Wandering hopeless and unseen,
What secrets do you have for revelation?

Peaceful waters
Obscuring human cacophany.

the hermit
By Everett A Warren
July 15, 1992

mists
of time
come down
and enclose
the weary mind
encased in solitude
as the vespers bell chimes
turn a deaf ear to the empty prayer

in
darkness
with the burden
heavy upon my heart
i await in silence for the light
shine brightly whilst i am so far away
the light of thine is not borne by eyes like mine
beneath the fetid glare of Moon i shall speak my prayer

but the years
have they not been kind
to a withered soul who walks the ways of night
the ways of the Mysterious

o lonely sky so far above the heightened sight i profess to bear
speak you my fate and i swear by the Moon and the Stars i shall obey
yet silent art thou so silent no leaf is stirred as you wander through the hills
leave me standing under eaves of a lonesome oak to ponder what life hath left for me

but none seek
my solitary company
to entreat with me the matters of the day
the ways lost to me

so i wander alone at night keeping counsel with the shadows
who lie silent hung from perches in the trees draping down and smothering me

shine brightly whilst i am away

The Woods Behind Grandfather's
By Everett A Warren
December 26, 1992

I walk down woodland paths
Paths where the rising sun gleams
Gleams on the frost crested leaves
That lay awaiting
I sew between trunks of maple and pine
Pine trees climbing to touch the clouds floating
Floating effortlessly above the carpet
Of fallen needles

I dream beyond years that faded long ago
Long ago when myths flittered through
Through the distant gray haze
Of tree trunks far away
I sense the sylvan majesty of the Kingdom Enchanted
Enchanted, dancing at the fringes of Man's eyesight
Sight alone not the sense that reveals
What is in the heart and mind

I leap nimbly into a circle of mushrooms glittering
Glittering with magickal dust that fills the air so sweet
Filled with sweet voices and songs sweeter still
That sing of woodland joy
And now silence! how curious the cacophany ceased
Ceased with the touch of my feet upon the groung
Upon the ground within the ring
Of faerie fungi

I walk down woodland paths
Paths where the rising sun gleams
Gleams on the frost crested leaves
That lay awaiting
I leave trunks of maple and pine
Pine trees lining the horizon behind the meadow
The meadow that coasts down
To Grandfather's farm

Father scolds for the forgotten tinder I was sent to fetch for Grandfather
Grandfather tries unsuccessfully to hide a knowing smile
A smile when he asks sarcastically where the tinder might be:
"Lost it in a faerie ring, did ye?"

control
By Everett A Warren
February 10, 1997

you collide
so effortlessly
with your heart and mind
denial of reality
for you yourself are false
how can your senses
speak of truth?

worlds hiding
behind worlds
within worlds, within dreams
residing in recesses deep inside
worlds masked by words
insisted upon
yet not felt
yet they are so
so you say
and it is so

and we seek
power
yet we can reorder
the universe at will
and we seek
wealth
yet affluence
slips through fingers
whilst eyes win yet another prize
and we seek our
dreams
yet we teach the youth not to
dream

to find a reality
that lies within the bounds of what has been
controlling it
limited to the past
which is not the present
for if it was
there would be no
future

nameless, faceless, homeless
By Everett A Warren
September 11, 1997

when you're walking in the rain at night
are the tears upon your face your own
silent in your destitution
finding no comfort in the shelter
no warmth to be found in company of others
reaching out your arms
realising they are holding only the pour
the lightning
and the cold
fusing heart and soul
washing away all the feelings that remained
all the memories and the dreams and the lies
that leave you cold
stealing your life away
dark rainbows of the night
your solace
in loneliness
for in the light they hover
under cover they laugh and play
and they wonder
for you don't try anymore
to keep the rain at bay
while they huddle together
wearing their misfortune like a badge of honour
given them
by another
in a society of victims
they shrive their guilt and absolve their blame
with pointing fingers as if they were instruments of truth
and they wonder
who made you
for you are
colder
and more distant
than the moon
and you can not cry anymore
the wetness in the corner of your eyes
is just the rain pouring down
but the tears upon my face are yours

carry on
By Everett A Warren
May 28, 1999
For Fernando Pomales

and in the setting of the sun
we see our lives undone
and there's nothing we can say
and there's nothing we can do
to stop the sun from going down
to stop the world from crashing to the ground

and still we must
carry on

and in a distant cast off dream
we shrive ourselves of our golden mean
and there's nothing to make it stay
and there's nothing to make it through
can't stop the sun from going down
can't stop the world from crashing to the ground

hopeless fate we feel
has left us with no give and take
only to take away our hopes and dreams

and still we
carry on

caught in a dark perspective night after night
warmth becomes a distant fleeting glimpse
thinking to put the past behind you
don't forget to turn towards the morning light

and
carry on

Tribute To A Life Long Past
vii: Glassen Prose
By Mina Ellyse Warren
May 28, 1990

Deciever, I decry, dictator of delusions,
Masterful mind behind maelstroms of magnanimity.
Hearken to the hoary cries of the holocaust,
Qualify the quiescence, greet quietus with open arms.

Guiding light, once so bright, now it's dulled to nothingness.
Taken away, frail yesterday, now I stand all alone.
No, never shall I bow to you, in solemn vows I break the spirits that bind,
I'll not stay in tranquil realms of your device, I will be free.

Sensing mesmeration, drifting into sleep I'm led.
Endless machinations, the gears work my flesh, I am torn apart.
Senseless inspiration, guiding my every step.
Ending visitations, facts I seek kept out of reach, I am torn apart.

Divine pretensiousness, cold undying, expressionless.
Defamation reprehensible, accusations of vindications.
Innocent compunction, impudent, remorseless.
Abstinence of temperance, atonement for faithlessness.

Withered to the eye, you stand among men then you die.
Blasphemies you speak, fall to your knees and prey on the weak.
Crying to the stars, they'll not answer you my friend.
Dreaming of the end, it will come soon.

Delerium, dementia, delicate degenerate.
Perspicacious, penetrating, passage to permanence.
Pious profanity, blasphemous believer.
Nimble navigation, numbness to nonconformity.

As you live, as you grow, you see your life expand.
As you live, as you grow, you taste the sweetness of life.
As you live so you die, as you grow so you wither,
Live to die, die to live, it's all the same in the end.

Memories linked to yesterdays memorialize the artificial,
Rationality of eccentricity, enthusiastically embracing superficial.

Ascendancy, mastery, to the victor go the spoils.
Triumphant advantage, victorious, unbeaten.
Exultation, jubilation, burst of laughter.
Elation congratulation, I'll live on another day.

Tribute To A Life Long Past
vi: Oubliette
By Everett A Warren
May 28, 1990

In darkened dungeon walls I place your memory,
The seeds of forgetfullness cast unerringly, in times of sorrow I will recall,
(Knowing that I failed you.)

Is this the way that you'd want me to be?

You have long since fled the world and I remain,
Should it be that the world never feels my touch
(Only the legacy that remains?)

Is this the way that you'd want me to be?

I look back on the past years, years since you were gone.
I am the beast of burden, held by reins from your grave.
Is it wrong to devote my life to one who will never be again,
I should live on, or should I die...

Tribute To A Life Long Past
v: What May Follow
By Everett A Warren
April 30, 1990

When will it end?
They wish to cleanse my life,
I hear the darkness whisper to my soul,
All my sorrows cast away as I enter a new life.
I cannot help but cringe when I hear your voice among them,
You who would be with me forever, now you lie on the other side.
I call it deception as you beg for me to join you, oh you know that I hear,
The chorus rises, singing unholy praise, I hear your dulcet tones leading them.

Beauty before my eyes ravaged by the hands of time.
All truths revealled as fallacy.
Madman's inquistion at the hands of altered superstition.
Grinding down beneath the weight of the ages.

What am I now that I'll not be then,
It wasn't me if it's not the same.
Shells will change and crack away,
I am alive beneath the tender skin.

Restlessness takes hold under the burdens that grow old,
Casting shadows in a dying sun expand.
Questing for a realm of though that will bare beyond,
Lying awake, the sound.

What am I now that I'll not be then,
It wasn't me if it's not the same.
Shells will change and crack away,
I am alive beneath the aged skin.

Glorious sights forever alive seem to die, as they must.
Incoherent attitudes cry to the night time sky,
They plead to be heard by you and I.

Tribute To A Life Long Past
iv: Passage
By Everett A Warren
November 10, 1989

Through the silent halls of the unborn,
Through walls of time and space I find my way.
Crawling between crying planets that scream out their pains,
Unknown in the ether of common thought I find my way.

Dreaming of stars that fly in the night, the edge of a gulf that looms below.
Deadening mists whisper to my soul, the lure of a thousand dreams.
Never too late to see the vision of what has become me, myself, and I,
I can't explain the path on which I find my way.

The hand that guides clasps tight around my soul,
It drags me on and on and on.
When will my journey end, when will I be free to walk the earth,
When will it end?

Destiny's bell tolls, ringing through the madness, it calls my name,
Ecstasy in vertigo, I see myself in you, I see all in everything.
Mystic places that transcend, angry tempests devouring,
Shores eroding constantly, minds in withdrawal, pain never felt.

Tottering towers of humanity cast in the madness of the sea,
Now I see.

Through the silent halls of the unborn,
Through walls of time and space I find my way.
Crawling between crying planets that scream out their pains,
Unknown in the ether of common thought I find my way.

Dreaming of stars that fly in the night, the edge of a gulf that looms below.
Deadening mists whisper to my soul, the lure of a thousand dreams.
Never too late to see the vision of what has become me, myself, and I,
I can't explain the path on which I find my way.

In destiny, I find my way, I lead the blind leading the blind,
I see no more than what's behind me now.
In prophecy, I can't recall, what's never to be and never to be,
I see no more than what's behind me now.

The instability of insanity rocks like seas unknown,
This journey to the beginning of all time that they take us on.
Walls resound with pounding sound, grinding deaf ears, minds are closed,
Floating in a dream-filled world, light never reaches eyes that cannot see.
I cannot see.

The known and the unknowing, they clash like titans 'midst the starry void,
When time is lost and dreams are found they hide themselves between ourselves.
Hands that guide in delicate motion withdraw their feeble grasp on our souls,
Their touch fades into the void leaving us alone, time echoing from boundless walls,
Calling out my name.

Through the silent halls of the unborn,
Through walls of time and space I find my way.
Crawling between crying planets that scream out their pains,
Unknown in the ether of common thought I find my way.

Dreaming of stars that fly in the night, the edge of a gulf that looms below.
Deadening mists whisper to my soul, the lure of a thousand dreams.
Never too late to see the vision of what has become me, myself, and I,
I can't explain the path on which I find my way.

Find my way...

Tribute To A Life Long Past
iii: Tale Of The White Wolf
By Everett A Warren
May 28, 1990

Twice upon a time, I sat in candlelight, flickering dreams distorted.
What is reality when dreams are so easily envisioned.

Late at night I sit awake, I feel no warmth from the fires that give life.
I look to the shadows that move, twisted visions borne by an unsound mind.

Twenty five, they march in line, chanting, I blink once, the monks are gone.
What is this, that my life has come to this, I ask, shadows answer as one, I turn away.

Upon the face of the clock I see the hour approaching and I shiver,
Hate to face the hour alone.

From the corner of my eyes, blur of white catches my eye,
I stare into eyes reflecting turbulent skies, has the beast come to claim me at last.
Primeval howl breaks the silence as twelve strikes the clock,
I shake with fear as the white wolf bares it's fangs.
Across winter's path I travel, a slave to time, I follow the white wolf.
Blizzards rage around me, hailstones shatter my strength, wake from the dream.

Marble monuments crested in heavenly snow, I stand alone.
There is a name upon the stone, it catches my eye, it is mine.

Ancient grounds of ceremony lie dormant in their wake
As tired eyes stare wearily through measures of trusting solitude.
Tranquil thoughts of unsought rhymes speak to abstract falsifications of realism,
As I warm to candlelight, the white wolf fades before lifeless eyes.

The Elysian Fields

expectations

echoes of a dreamer's fall

little ghosts

the daredevil girl

Musing

evolution

motionless

shining soul

The Seventh Sea

Quid pro quo

the hermit

The Woods Behind Grandfather's

control

nameless, faceless, homeless

carry on

Tribute To A Life Long Past - vii: Glassen Prose

Tribute To A Life Long Past - vi: Oubliette

Tribute To A Life Long Past - v: What May Follow

Tribute To A Life Long Past - iv: Passage

Tribute To A Life Long Past - iii: Tale Of The White Wolf

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