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
16/3/2018

 

Shadow Thoughts

In the dark of night when shadows roam

I feel alone

In the quiet sleepiness of my home

Where all the shadows roam

In the midnight hour they wake

Creeping sneaking sounds they make

I pray softly they don’t take

Me, to the shores of their dead lake

Through the darkened halls they come

Putrid evil songs they hum

While I hide and hope someone

Will save me before the night is done

As I cower in my bed

I envision scenes of dread

And all about the Shadows tred

Shadows that live in my own head

©Aarron Mondello
27/2/2018

Shared Dreams

How I hate to go to sleep
Laid back in my bed
For all I know my dreams could be
Memories of the dead

Perhaps, maybe, we close our eyes
And around us time will cease
For a short time we end our lives
Temporarily deceased

Perhaps our conscious mind
Reincarnates unaware
And our dreams within that time
Are the memories that we share

Maybe each day across the globe
Sleeps one who dreams our lives
How would we ever know
Where the true dreamer lies

©Aarron Mondello
22/2/2018

The Edge of Sleep

By Aarron Mondello

7/2/2018

On the edge of sleep I lay
In the twilight of this ending day
The room is silent, still and calm
The coming rest my spirits balm
Sheltered from the world outside
For a time I will reside
Deep within my conscious mind
All cares I shed for a time
As a foggy cloud rolls over me
I wonder briefly what I’ll see
I relax and let my eyes drift closed
Feel my breath begin to slow
The distant call of dreams arise
Bare me aloft beyond the skies
As my waking thoughts slowly drift
Phantoms many begin to lift
My mind above my sleeping self
Leave for now that mortal shell
And gaze about with growing wonder
Surreal horizons stretch off yonder
Past a point where I can see
The line that blurs reality
And separates self from the dreams
I plunge myself into that scene

©Aarron Mondello
7/2/2018


Image

https://erisiar.deviantart.com/art/Commission-for-Aliquamcaelum-660924600

My Strange Dream

By Aarron Mondello

12/1/2018

I’m in a crowd
I see a stage
To my left
I see a cage
A man repenting
Full of shame
The crowd is chanting
Words of rage

I scream out to them
“Let him be”
All eyes turn
Hard on me
I only wish them
Just to see
The innocent man
Should be free

They demand of me
A sacrifice
To sate their lust
Their greatest vice
I’d walk away
If I’m wise
But I can’t abide
This shameful sight

Now I’m being
Marched under guard
All eyes follow
Stone cold and hard
In my hands
Is placed a sleek guitar
And the caged man sings
With a hopeful heart

I’ve never learned
To play a note
I struggle hard
Begin to choke
As if by magic
Talent is stoked
And in my soul
Music woke

The crowd is quiet
As I play
Never a note
Going astray
My heart beats sluggish
My blood is clay
Can I win free
Or will I pay?

I feel a great
Strong surprise
As before me
My fingers fly
Then all strings snap
And wrap so tight
Around my throat
Squeezing life

The world goes dark
I lose my vision
I’m filled with
The supposition
That I should not have stepped
Beyond my position
But it’s too late
To learn that lesson

I feel myself
Falling down
In a void
I begin to drown
Then I awake
And look around
I’m where I started
In the jeering crowd

To my left
I see a cage
I hear the crowd
Full of rage
I don’t speak up
To my shame
I leave the man
To his fate

The deed is done
Blood on the floor
And as if opened
Some hidden door
I awake and dream
This night no more
But I remember him
Doomed, forlorn.

12/1/2018

This is an actual dream I had on the night of the 11 of January 2018.

I hope you enjoy the quirkiness of my mind…


Image found here https://www.quora.com/Strange-dream-what-does-it-mean

 

Inner Thoughts

By Aarron MONDELLO

7/1/2018

Walking through a corridor
Made entirely of my own thoughts
I take a peek behind each door
Unsure just what I’m looking for

Do I look just to see
Or am I gripped by some strange greed
Deep down I think I may be
Looking just to find my me

Sometimes lost here in the dark
I follow the sound of my beating heart
Unsure if I travel far
Under myriad thought born stars

And still I walk ever on
Searching for that favorite song
I feel I’ll find me ere long
And the homeward journey we’ll embark upon

©Aarron Mondello
7/1/2018


Image https://www.bookish.com/articles/transformation-station-great-spiritual-journeys/

Of Creation

Here is the first little snippet of my world Galdenya that I am building through story and poem. I have been slowly growing this world for the better part of a year. This is just a tiny piece, a drop in an ocean, if you will. 

Ilkahliel, nameless, void. The Void.
Awoke and spoke and heard no echo
Cried shinning tears in solitary sorrow
They cascaded down and all around
To Ilkahliel, The Void, they bound
And The Void first knew light.

Of the Creation. Penned by the hand of La’Tail, God of light, life and all green things that grow, during his time with the Vor’Dalee.

©Aarron Mondello
2/1/2018


Image http://earthsky.org/space/ten-things-you-may-not-know-about-stars

My world is growing

First of all I would like to extend my utmost gratitude to the people who have followed me during the last couple of months. There are a few of you who I see have read almost every one of my poems and that is truly a profound experience for me personally. You have my undying gratitude. 

Now, I have been writing poems and short stories for over twenty years and only about three months ago finally found the courage to start sharing them. It has been, and still is, a scary ride. A lot of my words hold deep meaning to me and to open them to an actual audience is frightening, yet exhilarating. I find I am almost addicted to it now and despise the days when life prevents me from writing or sharing with you all. And at this time of year those days seem plenty. At least to me.

I would ask a favour of any who do read my words though. A small one. I would like critique. Constructive criticism, if you may. As much as I truly appreciate the likes and follows, I have spent most of my life hiding from the world at large and would greatly love to know what you think of my words.

And now to the subject of my title. My World Is Growing. In April 2017 I was consumed by a tale that needed to be told, one I have not yet shared here. It was a feverish need to get this story out over the course of four days. Surreal to remember now how every moment I had a pen in my hand writing it. And the few times I could not actually put words down my mind was racing and over flowing with the words that came next.

For the most part, over those four days, I had no idea what I was writing and often stopped to exclaim surprised to my lovely lady “Holy crap! He found a boat half buried in the ice!” Or “He is the blood of Vor’Dalee!” She had little idea what I was talking about. Until it was finished I would not share much of what I had written to even her.

With the courage I have gained since starting this blog and my facebook page I have begun to build this world further. And it is growing. Calling to be coloured and asking that soon I share it with others.

I have you all to thank, anyone who has ever read anything I have written, for the courage to build this growing world.

I look forward to the day I begin to share the world of Galdenya with you and hope with all my heart you enjoy seeing it as much I have enjoyed carving it from the block of my mind.

Thank you all. May you have a safe New Years and a prosperous 2018.

Thank you.

Aarron Mondello

31/12/2017


Image is my pages waiting for me to fill them and the sword with which I carve my worlds.

Lies

By Aarron Mondello

12/12/2017

They lie to protect your feelings
They lie to save their own
They lie to keep their dealings
Secret and unknown

He lies because he’s too scared
To admit to himself his flaws
He lies to try and keep his skeletons
Locked safe behind the closet doors

She lies because she’s ashamed
Of the memories in her head
She lies to keep them from finding
The monsters she hid in her bed

They lie keep the belief alive
That the magic still runs wild and free
They lie to have the children love
The myth of Santa’s Christmas tree

Some lie to gain control
Of a desired situation
Some lie to keep you on a leash
Through ill truth and manipulations

Still others will lie with pure intent
To support and help strengthen spirit
But if you speak with me cage the lies please
Honestly, I’ll respect you for it.

©Aarron Mondello2017


Featured image found in Time Magazine

https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/76086793/posts/1695598326

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