Take all the wonderings of the world.
Take all the maybes, the ifs and the onlys.
To squeeze all the questionings into my palm.
To take courage,

To delineate, to reason and to distinguish
To come to the overwhelming conclusion
To eliminate the impossibilities, to arrive
At the improbable truth.

That perhaps, I alone
Sit festering at the root of all these problems.

The Magic Garden

Tell the wind that echoes back your troubles my sweet,
Let the wind bear away your worries to a brighter land,
Let the rustle of the leaves wash over your hurts my love,
Hear them whisper in the soothing tide
Deeper, deeper you go.
To a kingdom of whispered dreams

Tell the moon that beams down on you my sweet,
So that the sky may shed a thousand starry tears,
So that the stars may leap from the skies my love,
Hear them twinkle as they dash and dance
Bursting, bursting all around
In fireworks of golden light

Tell the dew that pearls upon the silver grass my sweet,
Mayhap they'll shiver in sorrow on slender stalks,
Mayhap they'll freeze in the chilling night my love,
Hear them sigh with the silence of frost
Colder,colder they grow
Their bodies beading in the dawn

If the wind and the moon and the frost shall fail you my sweet
Could you think to fall within my widespread arms-
Could you wonder to seek comfort here my love?

To seek the ears that hear, the eyes that see my love
A breast to wet with your tears, that blooms
A field that blossoms with your tears, outside
A window with no latch, just a curtain drawn upon the panes
To keep you warm, and I will be your garden

The Man of No Mercy

I seek the blue planet,
With shores of burnished gold.
The sunset that bleeds like the flesh of men,
Pierced by the mountains old.

I wander toward the forgotten lands,
For a maiden clothed in green,
Her hair woven with sea-grasses
Her eyes, of violet sheen.

Upon her blooms a thousand roses
Her arms are lily white
But between her lips clasped the sweetest blossom
This flower I pluck'd in the night.

At once her breath, honey sweet,
Let out a rattling sigh
And the lily white arms clasped about my neck
Fell back, withered and died.

Gallant knight, in your shining armor,
You bring death in your wake
Death to the innocent, the beautiful and young,
You sow, and the reaper takes

Run, ride and gallop away my knight,
She is no maiden fair
Do you not see the glimmer in her eyes
That whispers of your despair

Truly, she wishes for the sweetness
The ambrosia of your youth
The glint of your gilded armor
The glimmer of your couth

The knight thus warned flees the crone
Draped in the kirdle of the maiden fair
Weeping beside the lake's rippling waters
Raking the weeds from her brittle hair

Oh Gallant knight, had you seen from your heart
The maiden that you'd left
Once past the dale, her age fell away
The maidens heart bereft

Shakespeare Ramble

Mercutio lays slain upon the ground, while Tybalt flees the scene. Romeo gives chase.

Romeo: halt Tybalt, thy tyranny knows no bounds of reason; thy cowardice hath moved thee to stab an unarmed man. Though we are of one blood and one house, even if you consider it not, it would be a shame upon my duty were I to let you smear the sin of murder upon our house without it being cleansed by blood.

Tybalt: Gallant Romeo, thus is your colours revealed in the flag stained red, draped across your kin’s limp form. Gallant Romeo indeed! I will reveal you for the villain that thou art. I implore you, stab me if you will, and rid yourself of this city. Show you and your motley crew no more in the unstained streets of Verona, else I drown it in your blood.

Romeo: Villain I am not, and gallant, I am yet not. These hands will be dyed with Capulet blood before the sun dips below the brow, and yet, I will not be merrier for it. What I do, I do out of duty; though the passions of my soul howl for revenge upon your head, I will not revenge for revenge’s sake. I mourn for thee Tybalt, and my heart bleeds for the tears that Juliet will shed.

Tybalt: Get you gone from my cousin! You are not worthy to stare upon her fairness, or to kiss the sods upon which she treads. The sin of murder hath tightened around my neck, let it. A man once hung cannot be hung again. Let me cleanse Verona of the foulness of the Montague house, and may the Capulets sing of my glory after justice has been done.  

Romeo: I would entreat you to surrender yourself to the mercy of the state, a vain effort. Thou hast forced by hand; let it be known, that Romeo dreweth upon his kin not for the pleasure of revenge, but in the name of justice.

Tybalt: the occasion for talk has passed. Defend!