Feeling Of Death

Feeling Of Death

by Lord R.e. Taylor

What was he feeling

Was he scared

Did he feel pain

Did his soul leave his body

Or did it stay too long

What was he thinking

Did he see anything as he died

Could he say his final words

Or were they trapped in sealed lips

No one will really know what happened

All we know is that the rope tightened

And his life was taken

But when did he know it

That is the question we will never know

© Poem – VIII/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Living Fire

Living Fire

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Watch that fire burning

How it appears to be alive

Being tortured by the heat

As it reaches skyward for help

Listen to the screams as it crackles

Almost crying for it all to stop

Watch as pieces of it float away

Carried away on the slightest breeze

So next time you want marshmallows

Or to dry your socks after a rain

Remember that the fire you will use

It may have feelings and fears

The flames just cannot tell you

Not that you would listen anyway

© Poem – IV/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Do Not Tell Me

Do Not Tell Me

By Lord R.e. Taylor

Don't tell me what you want me to know

I am not going to listen to any of that

You will make things up or twist them around 

Pepper it with your own opinions

Then give it to me as the gospel truth

The thing is, I do have my own mind

It has all of my own thoughts and ideas

And I know that they are all my truths 

So take your ideas and look at them closely

Then come back, and we can have a chat

We both may learn something 

Once we both learn to listen

© Poem – II/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Fairy-Tale Kingdom

Fairy-Tale Kingdom

by Lord R.e. Taylor

You see it ahead of you

A beautiful land surrounding perfect water

Ruled by a king and queen

Created by generations of royalty before them

They keep the land peaceful

Hoping their people live happy lives

Even ships coming from a thousand miles away

They travel for months to land in this kingdom

Everyone is made to feel as if they belong

Because they do

Each citizen makes sure they feel at home

Maybe this land is a fantasy

Created by stories heard when you were a child

But what if it is not

What if all of the stories were true

Wouldn’t that be a great place to visit

And it’s even better to settle in

© Poem – I/III/MMXXVI

LRET

 

The Land Of Sleep

The Land Of Sleep

By Lord R.e. Taylor

If only dreams could come true

If just one thing we see at night

If they could happen in the light of day

Maybe one or two of the magical creatures

The ones who made me laugh

Or maybe the one that made us cry

Just something to show us they are real

That they hear our wishes

And that maybe we can have some hope

That just maybe our dreams are heard

And that maybe someday one will come true

And maybe the dreams we chase

Are not meant to stay asleep.

Maybe they wait in the quiet,

Listening for the one heart

Brave enough to believe in belief

Maybe they walk beside us,

Unseen but never far,

Carrying the pieces of hope

We thought we lost.

And maybe—just maybe—

They choose their moment

To step into daylight

And prove we were right to wish at all

© Poem – XXV/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

My P.I.N.T.A.

My P.I.N.T.A.

by Lord R.e. Taylor

We all have to deal with it

Some more often than others 

No matter how well I do

It doesn’t matter how hard I try

There will always be someone

Most likely someone close to you

Saying  that this is wrong

Or that is wrong

Eventually, you just give in

You'll do it their way

Not because they are right

“They rarely are.”

Rather, just to shut them up

© Poem – XVIII/II/MMXXVI

LRET

 

Nighttime Terrors

Nighttime Terrors

by Lord R.e. Taylor

He doesn’t know the time

Hell, he doesn’t even know what year it is

Sleep has to come to him soon

His eyes are nothing but slits

He can see the TV hanging on the wall

There are no sounds coming out

Just the grey snow of a lost signal

Snow, which reveals twisted faces

And monsters, he would not dream about

He knows that everyone else is asleep

Still, he sees shadows move around his room

His mind says that they are not real

There is no way they could be

But his nerves say the shadows are after him

So, he doesn’t sleep until the Sun comes up

And then he sleeps with one eye open

Just in case

© Poem – XVIII/II/MMXXVI

LRET