A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

Whispering Seashells

  • Hope beyond Hope

    Hope beyond Hope

    Hope was the laughter, The kind you can hear – And the kind you can see, In the eyes of the children, Hope was the meanings, Choosing to see to see, Not because we have, Eyes rolling in our skulls.  Hope was the trust, That every step I took, Was one step closer, To finding Read more

  • Due

    Due

    He said I was living two lives,And that multi-tasking is impossible.As he bled into his television,Becoming static,And cosmic background –He died,Instead of trying to understand,That two lives, or fourCan be as one..A princess and a scholar,A fairy and a daughter,Can rule, study, fly and grow,With the same heart. I lived from and I lived for,I Read more

  • The Eyes

    The Eyes

    The way you look at me,Is the way I looked at you –Honey dripping from the comb,Wet as servitude and naivety, Devoted illusions of the eye,Statistically happy and bled,By the book and by the look,Having and wanting empty shells,A thousand likes, a thousand hells, Then I stopped to see to see,And that fly that was Read more

  • The Usual

    The Usual

    Ruby’s waiting tables, waiting for her time,She’s got a full house and I’m flush out,She lays out the menu and says what’ll it be,The usual I say, if you’ve got room for me. As you like it, but might you want a change? Remember you’ll pay for who you’ve been,Shall I put the broken record Read more

  • Before I Live

    Before I Live

    Cold comforts are your frozen repose,The shield and the maiden’s frozen toes,Tipping in defence of Winter’s throes,Holding power only an Empress knows. Comes a conqueror’s horse and lance,A foolish heart must take its chance,And tempt with fate this mortal’s dance,Upheld in song – is love’s true stance. Here in my lines made to suffer still,Knowing Read more

  • By Babbling brook

    By Babbling brook

    Entire, I met him by babbling brookAsking not what this man and lord had took,Bereft in thy meeting, thy heart in thy hand,I let this soul, this looking man, stand.Took his confession by earth, moon and star,Love was looking, but too near and too far.Should that I feel for the love in thine eye,The moon Read more