| Peter�s poem A lonely soldier marching- His drumbeat so abstract A wonder in his eye�s- Although, they appear cold and black, Straight he marches- But his soul weary and tired, The voices of the dead- Like a muse, For they inspire� An air of madness to this man, As His dark hair danced in the wind- The mystery that engulfed my friend, Was yet a suit of amour, for what lie within� This life, which his brilliance did battle- In which when he spoke to all, he often dared, But what lie beneath this life�s soldier Was a kind loving man- Who�s nature was to care. Yet this world had taught him something- But it was not all of which he sought, Perhaps it may have finally broke the heart- Which could not be bought. And now as if he was all a dream- His journey here has come to pass, And as the priest recites his final words And someone speaks of ash, My vision becomes all a blur- As deep despair stains my cheeks, And even as the time passes by- Each day perhaps, and weeks, I will remember the great soldier- That blazed creatively through life, Who waited around for no one- But yet somehow knew of so much strife. I will hold his memory dear to me- For he was one of the true, My friend, the soldier Peter, Darling, this one is for you� Written by; Mel C. Scott |
| ~ Rememberence~ |
| ~Untitled~ From within the shadows Forged by the sea Was created a man For only me Within his soul Lies quiet rage Within his mind Emotions caged As I whispered to the moon- And cried into the sea- I prayed quietly to my goddess for someone- Who was meant for only me.. As I sat upon the shore While the waves crashed upon the sand I wondered if it would ever be That I should find such a man And still I sit as daybreak comes Witnessing the sun caress the sea I begin to weep once more For the beauty of what true love can be� Although I know as I sit outcast Upon the warming sand I imagine myself sharing this with He While he holds my delicate hand Ah, yes I dream of such great things But it shall never come to pass For the man I am searching so hard for Is nothing more the sand and ash � Written By: Mel C. Scott |
| Waiting an eternity to feel the sweetest touch Listening for the whispers of your voice Which brings an endless rush Dying Is the light like a candle and it�s flame Holding my head up high Yet hiding out in shame Laughing playfully When I should mourn for thee Staring deeply at the story set upon in stone I violently pound upon for the life you gave to me Why did you leave me all alone? Dying with every step I take Living now in the black night Closing my eyes to slumber To dream of one great flight I soar amongst the clouds Drawing near the sweet kiss of dawn I stare upon your last dwelling place Wishing it was gone Far away to disappear But yet I now guard it with my life Now betrothed to the hallowed place of shadows As man and wife With this life I can see no meaning But death I know to well This is where I come to rest The hallowed depths of hell Forever shall my bond with you Make me roam this place I do it for one more look at you To see your smiling face Although I know you will not come I feel as if I should stay For at least I can be close to something That I loved each and every day�. written By: Mel C. Scott |
| ~~Stoneyard~~ Thoughtless words Grinding in my mind Echo�s of my sweet destruction Chaos running rampid Through veins that bleed so red A weary soul cries out As reapers bring death Hallowed halls whisper As stone stands gray and still Green as meadows wide As darkness brings the kill Tears spring to life and into death As shadows reap remorse The wind of change carries souls From light to night Of course And in this place where widows weep And sorrow brings release Is the silence and the flight of dove Which brings the shadows peace� written By:Mel C. Scott |