“Who are you?” I ask, “That haunts my window?” From my bed, I see a man Transparent and worn from time Donning a tattered white cloak And chains cuffing his wrist It clawed at the glass and howled in grief and agony Its shackles ground heavily against the earth “Slave to nothing, who sent thee?…

Who Art Thou?

Who art thou That grace my home I ask how You came to roam   To this place Cast from your land Clear and safe From sin of man   Gently made Woven by light A kiss laid To ease our plight   I question Why you have come Ambition Or are you numb  …


Such a cold, bitter pill Forced down our weak, feeble throats What good do they serve? To better the lives of man? Or twist our reality? -EaglePoet 20170914


What’s the use in knowing? Here we stand On the tower of life Left to fall into nothing Because we ponder and guess “What is below this structure?” “Is it gold or immortality?” What fools are we To willingly hop into the flames Heed me well Turn from the inferno Look within yourself For there…

Feeble Creation

Feeble creation Come to your pedestal You are everything in the eyes of man You flash and scream You capture the souls of the weak Return them For they have a future; unlike you Return to ashes And remember, the hands that crafted you Can also bring forth your destruction -EaglePoet 20170830


Thine hands Cradled by bliss Revealed by light Divine builders However, on the other side They can falsify meaning Complicate understanding Yet, here they reside Gifts of power and creation They are Word makers Story tellers Chain breakers Allow them to do good Allow them to spread joy rather than pain Who tosses a gift…


Haunting Fragile images Pictures That line peeling walls Coated in gray Drenched in red Frames crooked Glass shattered But, what cure is there? -EaglePoet 20170815


Has the clock ever stopped? One hand forced in place Can time be halted by will Then propelled by ignorance Help me to see the benefit Given to those lacking wisdom Knowledge means nothing When you dwell in comfort Wisdom births greatness Gives life to legends But still, we sit We wait For greatness to…


Twisted concept Ideals of jesters Less than moral, less than human Taking the demon’s hand Calling him brother Father Mother Savior How lost can we be? When there is a light And a switch within reach -EaglePoet 20170807

My Hero

Take me to your world Birth from light Crafted from grace Save me from the lies and secrets  Deliver my eyes from hate, misery, and grief Lift me to the clouds Show me a life above vanity Lacking sorrow and pain Be my hero Be who I can’t be -EaglePoet 20170801


Deadly wind and rain Birthing chaos within Mine soul, heart and mind Your spell of grueling anguish Trapping me in mine own bed -EaglePoet 20170607  

Top of the Line

Our mental anguish Bred from corporate lies and shame Sold in stores only -EaglePoet 20170601