June 29, 2010

An Everlasting Rose


A mountain stood before me
Challenge to my soul
No one bade me climb here
It's crest my only goal

Each step would push another
The fee I paid was time
And though the way seemed brutal
The journey was sublime

As day wore on to sunset
Quickly came the night
Feet were bruised and broken
I had vowed to win the fight

Dawn would serve her glory
On a pilgrimage of pain
Cuts now long forgotten
Thoughts adrift and barely sane

The summit seemed illusion
As my knees embraced the ground
Though victory felt certain
This valiant quest was down

The breath in me was stolen
And my eyes began to close
I spied mid devastation
The beauty of a rose

Alit in shining silence
Atop a granite spire
Rooted in the bedrock
It's shade a raging fire 

Reaching slowly over
I caressed the alpine gem
Had the mountain grown this beauty
Or just hung upon it's stem

Never could I end there
Where this seed had clung so high
Broken through earths mantle
And in brilliance touched the sky

Pushing ever upward
Renewed of life and power
Stride and I would conquer
The ordeal met on this tower

Oft times inspiration
Is less random with it's grace
Yet there above the tree line
Revelation found a place

Risen as she rose
Frozen in the hour
Time had led me where
A world adorned a flower

 Thanks and admiration
Where the wind forever blows
To the soul of perseverance
In the beauty of a rose 

-Hermit King-

Dedicated to
Sophie Rose Barton
On a mountain taken too soon

June 18, 2010

Trophy of Our World- The Cup


Trophy of our world takes place
Where mediocre holds no grace
Eye to foot or head the ball
Vuvuzelas sound the call
Trumpets shaking land and space
Men a field of every race
Earth's elite have set the pace
Sporting stars stand proud and tall
Trophy of our world
Nations war to our disgrace
Millions die without a trace
Greed and rage fulfill the fall
Trumpets speak to one and all
Taste a kiss and last embrace
Trophy of our world


-Hermit King-

June 3, 2010

Extraho Spiritus

Do Not Step Timid or Weak Into Time.

 Do Not in Misery Weep This Journey 
As Demise. 

Leap Fierce and Confident into the Unfolding of Your Seasons.

 Celebrate Each Day Renewed. 

Realize Youth look to the 
Wisdom of Your Council. 

 Ancient Heros Have Graced You with Command.

 Know Truly Your Time is Not Fading. 

Your Time Has Come!

 Lead Bravely 
Into The Future of Your Own Creation. 

A Masterpiece has Just Begun. 

The Masters Brush is Yours.

-Hermit King--