POERTY by Dale Eldon

Ballet Love
By Dale Eldon

I have seen love, with thine eyes.
Love that burns deep, eternal time.
An enchanting song, ballet of soul.
In tune with each step, no control.
Intricate, intertwined, we're whole.


My Dear Sweet Wolf
By Dale Eldon

You're the fangs of my lust, and the mane of my heart.
The taming of my madness, the candle in the dark.
My partner, my lover, my friend,
My support, my strength, you never pretend.
Dear wolf of my heart, from the pack you're set apart.
Captivated, I wish to follow behind.
But you're a ghost, I've lost my mind.
Dear sweet wolf of mine, ferocious, and kind.
You're with me still, by ballast sublimed,
Dear sweet wolf of mine, I've lost my mind,
My madness locked in a box like a mime,
Scream all I want for it to break, waste of time.
But my queen, the wolf in my heart, you're forever mine.


Lovers Till Death
By Dale Eldon

My dear, death is coming for us.
But our love blossoms in defiance.
A flame electrifying dust.
A culling into a lover's alliance.
Death be damned, and so shall be,
Anything that denies us, you and me.
Time or distance will never change,
The intertwinement of our love.
Call me crazy, call me deranged,
For your touch, I can never have enough.


Wingless Phoenix
by Dale Eldon

A Phoenix must die before it can rise.
But what of those who can't die?
Caught in between the lines,
Linger in the ash, praying, why?
Take me now, take me here,
I'm ready to fade, no fear.
I can't move on until I disappear.
Give me wings so I can fly.
Let me go, let me die.
Please, now, so I can rise.


The Writer's Oath
By Dale Eldon

I've lost my mind, in these words I hide.
Writing is the serenity I find.
Outside of these pages I can't survive.
Spilling ink and creating is my life.
I have no purpose other than to write.
In wealth, in poverty, in health, in blight,
I am an author, and words are my might.


Ascension
By Dale Eldon

As the future becomes now, the adolecent demons from past wrongs mature.
The goodness in family and allies dwendle, I don't know if I can endure.
On a razors edge of eternity, observing the examples of a broken man,
Lessons for me to learn that he failed to master or understand.
The temple within his body, lays demolished in ruin and ash.
Reasoning with him fuels anger, his pride strikes out in a lash.　
The demonic forces that inhabit the ruins hate good and reacts.
They refuse to leave their home, and blind the man to facts.
I sit and watch and learn, this could be me down the road.
Only so many chances to change direction, to maintain control.
Slay the demons now before they can grow to fruition.
This is my time to relfect, my time to heed cognition.
Can't change the fate of others, or their direction.
Can only worry about my own fate, my ascension.


Just a Writer
By Dale Eldon

Just another day with no words written.
At the bottom of a dark hole that I've fallen.
Another day at a dead-end job that I hate.
I refuse to accept this; I refuse to let it be fate.
The sensation of words swelling up inside.
I can’t keep doing this I'm running out of time.
Too long in food service has chapped my sanity.
Warped my nerves, and disfigured my reality.
Once a decent man with an ambitious dream.
Now tainted by the world cracked at the seams.
Deep in the dark hole clawing at a wall of mud,
The sky above losing light, I need a rope to tug.
No desire for sympathy just for the ability,
To rise up doing what I love with finical stability.
No money for a car, no money to replace worn things.
Arthritis clamps down on joints to add physical sting.
However, I’m too stubborn to take no for an answer.
The biggest threat is myself if I allow this cancer.
Setting myself up for failure is not an option.
If there's anything left in me, it's the gumption,
To continue even on the days I can barely function.


Bad Daddy
By Dale Eldon

You're growing up too fast,
Fleeting seconds of the past.
Every moment away from you is a year.
No one will ever know how many tears.
I’m sorry my little angel I’m not able to be there.
If I could I would, be the father I always wanted.
Instead I'm stranger to you, leaving me haunted.
I love you my dear sweet child,
Always my little girl no matter how tame or wild.
What kind of father misses your birth?
I missed your first step; I missed your first word.
I missed your first birthday, and I miss you.
Apologies don’t quite cut it, but I'm sorry.
One day maybe when I can be a good daddy.
I'll keep trying with what little I have.
Barely able to see your smile and hear your laugh.
Nothing I can do now about your father’s stupidity.
But I don’t regret you, the brightest point of my legacy.
I pray that one day you'll know me well.
The shining light that would pull me from hell.