Winter Warning

Winter night sounds strumming
Winter warning "colds a comin'"
Winter night is here

Coldly it is said
Coldly kin the walk of dead
Coldly breaking seas

Fading seasons down
Fading whispers of a town
Fading calming rush

Silence seeks the night
Silence speaks beneath the light
Silence stills the wonder

Home the wonders crawl
Home with every large and small
Home to hearth and cave

Chimes all set and staged
Chimes now singing songs engaged
Chimes of ice and warning

-Hermit King-

Bug Out

Gun, Axe, Knife, Match

4 if you Must Survive

Game, Fuel, Food, and Fire

A List to Stay Alive

Cover, Water, Caution, Kin

Again Rebuild Renew

Castle, Crops, Containment, Kids

Prep It May Ensue 

Courage, Faith, Talk, Trust

Lest a Testings Proven Ill

Breath, Aim, Alarm, Attack

Should Others Come to Kill

Limbo, Dirt, Heaven, Hell

Options with a Cost

Scream, Stuck, Survive, or Sunk

Living's Won or Lost

-Hermit King-

I Should

I do not think of my mother every day

As I did with my infant mind.

I do not dwell on her reactions to my deeds

As when a tripping youth I'd run astray

Long has it been since wondering what sleep she'd lost

Of teenage nights when midnight seemed an early end

Or pondering the silent prayerful tears she shed

When with sufficient age waged a war upon the wicked world

I seem to bless her in many passing moments now

When the victories and miseries in every sort of news

Prove True the value of her parenthood 

And profess the timeless greatness of her deeds

I am just a weave in the vital tapestry of her life

A grateful thread in her masterwork yet undone

A knot made to feel as worthy as any stitch

My proud display is claiming her my own

I do no think of my mother every day

I Should

-Hermit King- 2002

22 Push Ups

Perhaps we will be nothing

Not sure we don't know why

Ask us not a question

We are nothing pass us by 

Treat us like a shadow

Look right through us we are clear 

Forget and never love us

Walk away we are not here

Tumbleweeds unnoticed

Hands not made to ready hold

Rolling no direction

Lone wolves walk the bitter cold

Forget me nots set blooming

Push ye up a war torn vet

As 22 consider

The final lifes regret

-Hermit King-

Princess

Little fairy princess down

Hastened by a nervous clown

Sullied by the prince of fear

Little princess darling dear

Hit the bottom

Shot it up

Fairy princess

Drank the cup

Popcorn questions

Flooding eyes

Ghosts in answers

Spooks and lies

Running furies

Missing dates

Lifetime minutes

Tempting fates

Little princess darling dear

Sullied by the prince of fear

Hastened by a nervous clown

Little fairy princess down

-Hermit King-

for Chloe

The Weaver

Rise and take comfort

Put to rest this test of fear

Weaving hope to soul

Pain must be dismissed

There will be no cure this time

Weaving hope to soul

Live the greatest gift

Unto those who seek a fire

Weaving hope to soul

Hold to each good thread

Every one a dear embrace

Weaving hope and soul

Teaching earth and sky

To the value of a name

Weaving hope to soul

Love and calling sent

Finest choice to loose or hold

Weaving hope to soul

-Hermit King-

For Hope

Pearls

Infinite Wonder

Glory and thanks unto thee

For I am just dust

In celebration

I awake to creation

Each second I stay

Milky way close

I seek afar of marvels

Closer every day

I stand on our rock

Just beneath the breathing sun

Welcomed to the light

Spirits whirl about

Legions threading every sky 

Often I feel them

I take all from you 

Blessed I am found worthy

Thankful for the way

-Hermit King-

For Pearl

Soup

You've grown with us for some two years 

I've worked here but one more

52 and just 15

I met you at the door

Knew you'd be that special kid

With those dangerous cold eyes

Hair like Fierce Flamingos

And your saddness filled the skies

I was qualified as Father

Poet, manager and ref

But now had higher calling

Teen-soup treatment daylight chef

With you, like oh so many

the ingredients were there

Greater chefs worked all around us

I was blessed to stir the fare

Many soups have been deployed here

Alphabets both hot and cold 

Bisques of all the youthful wilds

Bouillon sweet and touched by gold

For you no preconceptions

As I'm told that isn't fair

That day began a journey

For which no one could prepare

Hurt has cut you deeply here

Venting demons often will

Self assessment can be toxic

And the cure a bitter pill

You must know you've seeds of greatness

That have flown a bit off course

Not unique the inconvenience

To the children of divorce 

Stand and walk the way to win

It's now you own the show

the world holds many poisons

Drawing moths into the glow

Fight only to be peaceful

Bless a world that needs your smile

Gift us with your music

Set the lights to shame with style

Never hold to liars 

Life can be too short

Live within each moment
Sailing strong to every port

If today's the last you see me

As with time all things must cease

 This proud old chef is smiling

To have served a masterpiece.

-Hermit King-

  

For Anna

The Keep

Garden, Ruin, Castle, Keep

Each to hold what men shall reap

  Lilies gather, stand, and bloom

Lay the prized possessions tomb

Deep in rubble of what's past

May a worthy trove be cast

Lofted turrets flagged on high

Wealth to worlds of all who fly 

Last I think tis to the deep

Far below foundations weep 

Garden, Ruin, Castle, Keep

Each to hold what men shall reap 

-Hermit King-

Davy's Garden

The rippled wave of scythes

Whip and seed the fallen grasses

Resting low a taken stalk

I have seen the grasslands

They know me

For in them are the resting sons and fallen

And the memories of my blood

-Hermit King-

2016

Turn on the Power

Avoid Obliteration

Exercise Freedom

Stand Before You Bend

Not Worships Adoration

Broken or Enslaved

Filling Fallen Cups

Renew a Generation

Crafting the Next Win

Warning Please Be Real

Mistakes are Desolation

All will Rise or Fall

Look Toward New Light

See Us as Inspiration

Water and We Grow

Time to Make a Choice

America the Power

Worlds Aspiration

-Hermit King-

A Measure of Life

What day 
What moment

Would I trade for time

From past to now

An equal measure of life

Some moments 
Too obvious precious 
Off limits at best

When we met, kissed

Wept for joy, made love

What day 
What moment

Would I trade for time

From past to now

An equal measure of life

Perhaps our first big fight

Perhaps the stress of work and school

The night the cat was hit and died

The day we missed the Cancun flight

What day 
What moment

Would I trade for time

From past to now

An equal measure of life

Hiding home for those two weeks 
we never missed Cancun 

The driver who hit kitty 
now a dearest friend 

Working and school made us
 better smarter organized and strong

And in healing that first fight
 we made a son

What day 
What moment

Could

I trade for time

From past to now

All 

Equal measures of life

-Hermit King-