The Ruined Halls

By Aarron Mondello

10/12/2017

Shadows crawled
Across the walls
Wearing the face of men
The broken bricks
Laying thick
About the rotted floors
Broken glass
Twinkling shards
Still hung in every window frame
And through the ruin
To a sombre
Sung by the wind a’howling
Trapped forever
Always dancing
Moved the Shades of the Past

Forrest marching
Ever closer
Towards the cracked brown walls
Wood beams rotting
Gaping chasms
Where termites ate the floors
Bleached white bones
Of little creatures
Stacked in one quiet corner
Yawning mouths
Leading deeper
Rot has devoured all the doors
Still, trapped forever
Always dancing
Moved the Shadows of the Past

Where flowers grew
In every hue
Now was dry and barren
And the path
Out the front
Was all but overgrown
Any gardens
That ever grew
Have long been choked by lawn
Only crows
Live in the beams
And shadows of the attic ruins
While trapped forever
Always dancing
Moved the Shades of the Past

Where little children
Used to run
Now there is only settled dust
All the halls
The voices stilled
Have become the den of rodents
Nothing left
All is gone
Gone to rubble, ruin and rust
Yet through the ruin
To a sombre tune
Sung by the wind a’howling
Trapped forever
Always dancing
Moved the Shadows of the Past.
©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: The Ruin Hall by Ehsartem

https://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Ruin-Hall-473606705

The Newly Departed

By Aarron Mondello

1/12/2017

Alone here I sit
The newly departed
Leaving behind
Those broken hearted

As through a window
I stare looking in
No breath do I take
No blood of the living

No sun on my skin
For skin I have none
No feeling in hands
Bodiless, numb

No emotion in me
No anger seething
No joy or jealousy
At those still breathing

No tears to be shed
At least not by me
From all feeling in death
I am suddenly freed

Like a soft breeze
I now roam this land
A breeze that once was
A real bleeding man.

© Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image: animated wallpaper for smartphones

What would you do?

By Aarron Mondello

29/11/2017

What would you do
If you woke up one day
To find all you’d known
Had been spirited away

All of your family and friends
In some unknown place
No where to be seen
Not one familiar face

Only strangers eyes
Everywhere that you walk
Each one as lifeless
As body outlined in chalk

Even the houses you pass
Look different and strange
Did god reach down from the clouds
And your world rearrange

Would you search for your family
Would you look for your friends
Or would you mourn then accept
Your old life has come to an end

Now what would you do
If you woke up one night
Tied to a cold table
With no one in sight

A light flickering weak
Yellow above your head
A small bench to the left
Fills you with dread

A scalpel and forceps
A knife and a hook
To terrified to stare
But where else do you look

A figure appears
At the edge of the gloom
Blood spatters their apron
Looking like roses in bloom

What would you do
When they pick up the knife
Would you hope to go quietly
Or beg for your life

Tell me what would you do
If one sunny afternoon
You happen to look up
And saw a crack in the moon

The tides would crazy
Without their guiding hand
Looters and violence
Ravage the land

All morals thrown out
It’s now flight or fight
In this destructive new world
Only meanest survive

The weak are cast down
And ruled over as slaves
Bent, broken and used
For the rest of their days

Would you fight to survive
And kill to remain on your feet
Would you live as property
Or one of the “elite”

Now just once more I ask
What would you do
If you looked about yourself
To find all your dreams had come true

Terror and fear
Still thriving abroad
But in your perfect kingdom
You are the lord

No goal is there left
You’ve achieved them all
Testaments to your success
Adorned every wall

Would a feeling so hollow
Spread through your chest
Now all your dreams have come true
There’s not one of them left

Would you relax and enjoy
The kingdom you’ve built
Would you see those less fortunate
And feel any guilt

How would you cope
If your life suddenly changed
Adapt or accept
Or madness deranged.

© Aarron Mondello2017


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http://www.healthguidance.org/entry/15549/1/How-to-Get-Rid-of-Nightmares.html

Unrequited Love

By Aarron Mondello

28/11/2017

She weeps alone
He sees there
Sitting upon
Her well of tears
For each of the
Glistening gems
That fall from her eyes
Drop into the depths
There they form
A sparkling pool
While he spies from hiding
Like a fool
And watches her
Falling tears
Watches her
Succumb to fears
Fears that he
Could never guess
Fears that cause
Her souls unrest
With a wordless cry
She throws herself
After her tears
Into the well
He doesn’t think
Or stop to dwell
He just follows her
Into the well
Together falling
Though far apart
She hears him calling
Out to her heart
And there they stay
Falling still
Until a day
One of them will
Confess to other
An undying love
Only then will they
Return above
The darkened tunnel
Of unrequited love.

©Aarron Mondello 2017


Featured image: Unrequited love by Cold-Tommy-Gin

https://www.deviantart.com/art/Unrequited-Love-583061241

Just a simple story

By Aarron Mondello

25/11/2017

I feel like I need
A small story to tell
I don’t want my head cluttered
I don’t want to dwell
On a million little details
Or a thousand made up quotes
Just a simple little fairy tale
One that kind of floats
Easily off the tongue
Like a feather in the mind
Just a little story to
Tell the children at bedtimes

Perhaps an adventure
About a curious kitten
Or lonely little child
And the bird with which they’re smitten

Maybe there’s a cheeky wolf cub
Learning how to hunt
Or a boy who flies on a plane
With the pilot up the front

Possibly a little girl
Finds a unicorn
With a shimmering coat of fur
And a magic golden horn

Or what about a sail boat
That held a beating heart
Deep inside its cargo hold
With which it would not part

So many little fairy tales
Floating like a song
The rhythm of imagination
Is the ballad they sail upon.

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http://mamiverse.com/fairy-tale-benefits-38059/

Goodbye Kiss

By Aarron Mondello

24/11/2017

She kissed me
If indeed a kiss it was
Her lips briefly rest upon
My own

Our hearts beat in time
Just for a moment it seems
Her lips jolting sparking
In my soul

And when she laid a hand
Upon my chest, I swear
All heaven’s angels sang
To me

Then she stepped away
And I fell ashamed
At the sudden surging lust
And greed

I want her skin on mine
Softly touching her heaving breasts
As our bodies intertwined
Become one

Just bare seconds in the day
Not even a fraction of our lives
Before she pulled her lips away
From mine

From where she stood
A pace back from me
I could smell her scent
So sweet

Them she smiled sadly
At my eyes and bent
To grab her bag and turned
Away from me

And now she has gone
No more angles I hear sing
For the road has taken her far
From me

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Featured image: Kingdoms Hearts-Goodbye Kiss by Kukla-Factory

https://kukla-factory.deviantart.com/art/KH-Goodbye-kiss-329770267

Confessions of a dead man

By Aarron Mondello

21/11/2017

Hush now spirit
Don’t you weep
Tell me your secrets
I will keep
Them oh so close
To my silent heart
Nary a word will ever part
From between
My lips shut tight
I will take them
Unto eternal night

Hear me father
Hear my words
I live here now
Betwixt two worlds
When breath filled me
I was a vain man
From all obligation
Ever I ran
Centred solely
On myself
Now I am in
This grey hell
Ever the colours
I ignored
And lived by the creed
The pen’s mightier than the sword
With script on a page
I pulled the high down low
And relished without guilt
In the strong cash flow
I lived like a king
In the material world
From others suffering
I built my Hold
Carved in blood
I provoked the ire
Of the innocent
With their fires
At the end
I was a drunken sot
When they came upon me
And cast me down to rot
My self indulged life
Thus did end
I met my fate
Without a friend

Hear me spirit
Know I speak true
Only the Father
Can judge you
Though I see
Why you tarry here
For we both know
Your damnation is near
Still you run
In death as in life
Cast out from the living
To this grey life
Escape it forever?
You can try
But your always under
His watchful eye
And now I bid you
Spirit farewell
Soon you’ll burn
In the fires of hell.

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Featured image is the confessional room at Macau Cathedral.

A Song on the Wind

By Aarron Mondello

16/11/2017

 

Across the ocean waters blue

The sun sets bright over you

Rippling waters glisten in the light

Pink and purple proceed the night

And if I listen closely to the wind

I can hear the whisper of you singing

A melody sung of lands afar

Welcoming the multitudes of twinkling stars

I join your song strumming my harp

Hoping you’ll hear me with your heart

For though the distance is cruel and far

Here we sit under the very same stars.

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Unwell child

We’ve had a stomach flu slowly work its way through our kids. Been a rough few nights.


By Aarron Mondello

16/11/2017

My body’s heavy
Legs unsteady
Eyelids want to close already
No luxury to be forgetting
Those others who rely on you.

The night lasted ages
Ruled by the dilapidated
And poisoned sages
Who at midnight’s hour serenaded
Me with vomits contagious song.

The sun it rose much too soon
Where is the night bring back the moon
So tired now I start to swoon
Long does the day before me loom
Vile and full of filth.

The night was long
As illness prolonged
Ripped through laughters usual song
As we exhausted waited upon
The illness to leave him to be.

But he awoke with sparkling eyes
No longer throat full of painful cries
Despite my already tired sighs
I’d take comfort if I’m wise
In a chap now laughing loudly.

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