On shaky legs I stand
A pressure in my chest
Noises in my thoughts
That scarce allow me rest
Thumping in my ears
The rush of blood so loud
Like storm winds lashing heartstrings
With boiling, blackened clouds
That bare down upon on me with
The weight of a world behind
Yet when I hold your eyes with mine
Peace is what I find
©Aarron Mondello
19/9/2018
He held her gently and began to cry
This twinkling apple in his eye
She breathed a softly whispered sigh
And his years began speeding by
Before he blinked she was walking
Next he knew she was always talking
Such joy she found in asking why
As his years went speeding by
On her first day of school he was full of pride
Tears of joy he shamelessly cried
It seemed the next day she stood shoulder high
As the years still went speeding by
She graduated and his heart swelled
He asked her to sit for a spell
So they sat and they talked for a little while
And his years continued speeding by
She was married with children and loving life
He remembered her glowing when she became a wife
Now his grandchildren filled his eyes
And her years were suddenly speeding by
©Aarron Mondello
10/9/2018
The first one on my own
And turned my tired, weary tread
In a direction I knew for home
You walked along next to me
And ran through the blinding dark
Your footfalls thudding on the ground
Counterpoint to my heart
You fell to floor beside me
And lent to me your wisdom
Passed on to me the strength I needed
To battle for my freedom
Where were you when I finally saw me
When the darkness finally receded
You were the whisper in my mind
The one I rarely heeded
Where were you? You were with me
For you and I are one and the same
I’d just lost sight of myself
Until that cleansing earthen rain
©Aarron Mondello
29/8/2018
Do you have some sad words
That I can put down on this page
Or perhaps some fiery angry words
That make you scream and rage
Where are your profound words
To make me stop and think
To challenge all my beliefs
And place them on the brink
What about your jealous words
Tinged with hues of green
Or melancholy bittersweet
Words of things you’ve seen
Can you find some words for me
Of joyful laughing times
Heady happy memories
That I can fashion into rhymes
Sit a while and tell me words
Of all things in your head
Words that I can twist and turn
Into tales to be read
©Aarron Mondello
8/8/2018
Step lightly on the edge of the blade
On one side doom
On the other you’re saved
Which do you choose
Which is your way
To the dark of night
Or the light of day
Step careful on the mountain path
The road is long
And often hard
Straighten your legs
And strengthen your heart
Only your hands
Can touch the stars
Walk surely through the roads of life
Sure of foot
And head held high
When it seems for naught
That you strive
Seek the comfort
In a loved ones eyes
©Aarron Mondello
2/8/2018
Forlorn they cry where shadows lie
And husbands leave the home
Sons and brothers, uncles and fathers,
Across a dead land roam
Skies of black above their backs
Shoulders hunched by woe
A weary tred as legions head
To face the tyrant foe
For rest they yearn while fires burn
Beacons on the horizon
Terror signs of evil times
And shadow hordes arising
A shifting cloak of boiling smoke
An acrid rotting smell
Hid beasts of death with poisonous breath
Eyes lit with fires of hell
Face to face with weapons raised
In a land gone black with blight
Brave men roared when arrows soared
Shadows called delight
On that field did no man yield
Each and all were slain
The shadow hordes and Midnight Lords
Marched on to bloody reign
©Aarron Mondello 29/7/2018
They’ve been broken
They’ve been bent
They’ve been left alone
They have spoken
To the memories
That lurk inside their bones
They’ve disdained
And reviled
Pushed at those who tried
They’ve felt shame
By their actions
And by themselves they’ve cried
They’ve reached out
Mended bridges
Found their feet again
They’ve screamed aloud
In frustration
Felt more than half insane
Fought their way
Back uphill
Apologies they’ve made
Tall and proud
They’ve accepted
The price that must be paid
They have struggled
With the search
And finally found their grin
Though it pained them
And exhausted
They’ve accepted all their sin
They’ve dragged themselves
From the mud
Scraped off all the oil
Cleansed the landscape
Of their souls
That silhouettes despoiled
They’ve stood bravely
With a straight back
And faced down every foe
Held the hands
Of an angel
As they fended off their woes
And while they struggle
Some days still
Bogged down in a mire
They found the spark
And the strength
To feed their growing fires
©Aarron Mondello
14/7/2018
On a dusty track through a dusty mind
Shallow footprints tracked through time
He follows them to see what he’ll find
When he reaches the horizons line
A beaten path through thick bush land
Never farmed by any hand
Holding aloft a burning brand
A weary traveller in clothes once grand
In a large grass covered clearing
With the sun overhead baking, searing
Listening close to the voice he’s hearing
This great journey’s end is nearing
On a rivers shore of pale stones
Stands a figure all alone
Dull in colour like sun bleached bone
No longer does the traveller roam
©Aarron Mondello
8/5/2018
I see them sleeping peaceful
No lines upon their face
Features set blissful
Nowhere any trace
Can be found of stress
Or any heart sore care
When deep within their rest
None can touch them there
When one I love sleeps sound
Lost in a world of dreams
Affection swells profound
Bursting at the seams
And I see the true beauty
Of a soul travelling free
I feel it is my duty
To protect them in their dreams
©Aarron Mondello
15/3/2018
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
16/3/2018
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