Spilled out of a Pen


I like to tell the tales
That come into my head
With pen, ink and typed out text
Or pencils filled with lead

I try to paint a picture
With words, what’s in my mind
And lay open my universe
To see what others find

I’d like you to come with me
I invite you free inside
I hope you accept
And for a time reside

Walk the lonely hallways
Traverse the magic lands
Fly through the far off skies
In dark forests I beg you stand

Ride to war with princes
See a mind of darkened thoughts
Walk a road to market towns
And witness battles that I fought

All that I have written
Comes from deep within
All my facts and fictions
Spilled out of a pen

©Aarron Mondello



Embrace of the Night


I feel the cool nights peaceful embrace
Ethereal arms wrapped about me
A breeze like gentle kisses caress
What skin I have laid bare
And under the smile of a full moon bright
His light piercing my every fiber
Standing as a statue carved in crystal
You’ll always find me there

Wrapped in the nights cool embrace.

©Aarron Mondello


Summer Girl

Sitting thinking Summer Girl
What thoughts twirl through your mind?
Before you lies the entire world
What wonders will you find?

I see you hiding Summer Child
For you shine bright as day
With your spreading laughter tinkling mild
What do your smiles say?

I see you smiling Summer woman
My heart like you is growing
I’ll watch you like a strong rose blossom
And see the Summer Girl still showing

©Aarron Mondello


Human Waste


Reek and refuse
Vile aroma
A stench fit to
Induce a coma
Trash and rubbish
Line the streets
A midden heap
Of human feet
Tramping filth
With every step
Polluting the air
With every breathe
To rot and ruin
Has gone man
It’s almost more
Than I can stand
To see the scowls
On every face
In every park
In every place
Like no-one left
Knows how to smile
Reek and refuse
Demeanor vile

©Aarron Mondello




Little trails of raindrops
Lace on the windowpane
No one little trickle
Tracked a path the same
As it’s brethren running
Down the windowpane

Outside the day is gloomy
The wind blew in the trees
Clouds flowed across the sun
Almost night it seemed
Forks of jagged lightning
Reached down for the trees

Thunder rumbled loud above
Angry in the skies
A sound like giants throwing
Massive tumbling dice
Across their wooden tabletops
Hidden in the skies

The storm outside is growing
Lightning strokes are glowing
Violent winds are blowing
Rain seems never slowing
Nature’s power showing
As the storm out there keeps growing

©Aarron Mondello


Shadow Games

The Shadows on the wall are playing little puppet games
Flickering motion come to life in the candle flame
Twirling, whirling, prancing, dancing all across the wall
Hypnotizing, mesmerising I’m watching on in awe
As cavorting little shapes and giant swaying beasts
Match their shaking movements to an unheard beat
Choreographed, a perfect match to the outside breeze
Tiny little shadow people dance the dance with ease
Swaying heads, shimmy shoulders, undulating hips
A taller one twirls a rod with tassels at its tips
The night grows late to my chagrin all the different shadows
Bow and walk to the edge of the wall it’s time to end the show
I lean to blow the candle out and when no light remains
Back they flee to the shadow realm to play their shadow games

©Aarron Mondello