Promises

I’ll take a promise from you

And put it in my pocket

Just to keep it safe until

I buy a little golden locket

I put it safe inside

To see that it’s not broken

Hang from a chain around my neck

The promise that was spoken

I wear it all the time

Keep it safe against my heart

And take comfort from your promise

When it gets a little dark

When ever I’m not with you

Not standing by your side

I whisper sweet things to the locket

And the promise held inside

Copyright Aarron Mondello

10/7/2018

Ragged

Ragged

 

Give into my safe keeping

The coldness in your heart

With the warmth of all dreams sleeping

I will kindle the spark

That sits weak and sodden

Drenched in cradled woes

Baring marks of the downtrodden

Ragged in beggars clothes

 

Place into my open palms

The tears shed from your eyes

Let my whispered oaths balm

And guide you through the lies

Dripped from twisted tongues

To blanket the powdered snows

Setting fearful feet to run

Ragged in beggars clothes

 

In my pocket I’ll place you

Cracked and splintered sight

Borrow your eyes to borrow your view

Of a dusty night

Where broken dreams give comfort

To broken dreamers on death row

And lay down a starlit blanket

Over ragged beggars clothes

 

©Aarron Mondello

6/7/2018

 

My brother wrote music and made this poem a whole new experience in song.

Of you’d like to hear it please head to my facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/myworldsinwords/

I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. The music is beautiful

Fractured

Fractured

 

Sharpened claws digging in

Serrated edges tearing skin

Screaming loud for attention

Haunted voices of addiction

 

Darkness in the mind abides

Darkness wherein serpents slide

Screaming out for sustenance

Words tinged with childish truculence  

 

Tremors quaking, heaving the world

Rocking the ground, all sense hurled

To lay broken against a shattered heart

Obsidian psyche torn apart

 

Pestered and badgered by a thousand voices

Stumbling blindly through a thousand choices

In confusion drowning fast

Swearing fealty to a splintered past

 

Jealousy in the constant scorned

Forgotten smiles lay never mourned

Contradictions in hidden dreams

Fractures bridged with rotted seams

 

©Aarron Mondello

22/6/2018

A Quick Tale

 

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

 

The Poetess

 

 

The Poetess in her overalls
On a stump atop a hill
A breeze ruffling through the grass
Though all else around is still

 

Her head is tilted back
Staring up at cloudless skies
Visions of her life
Flash across her eyes

 

In her hand she holds a pen
A book rests upon her lap
A graceful flowery hand
Covers pages front and back

 

Her mouths hangs wide and open
Her soft singing on the wind
Notes becoming letters
As they spiral through her pen

 

The letters splash like waves
In shifting changing whirls
Forming graceful poetry
As her many tales unfurl

 

Her poems grow slowly stronger
Carrying her pain away
Painting happy memories
In a light as bright as day

 

She sat in timeless stillness
Until every page was full
Put down her book, walked away
And followed heavens pull

 

©Aarron Mondello
6/6/2018

Twisted Tales

 

Three little pigs went out one day
Were caught by a butcher and brutally slain
Never again did the pigs complain
About the big bad wolf who wouldn’t go away

Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the treats
Basket on her arm she was tidy and neat
Out in the forest she was too slow on her feet
Pounced on from behind the wolf started to eat

Hansel and Gretel in a sweet cake hut
Gretel’s back swollen in welts and cuts
She weeps silently when Hansel’s time is up
The witch cackled loud when she spills his guts

Young flying Peter from another land
Dueling back and forth on the white beach sand
With a pirate who sports a black hook for hand
The sand turned red with spilled blood of the Pan

Snow White lying still and cold as death
Barely seen is the rise and fall of her chest
Along comes one who steals her breath
Strangled and suffocated Snow White is dead

Twist it, taint it, make it hollow
Take the light and cast it in shadow
Tales told in a voice pitched low
In the flickering light of a candles glow

©Aarron Mondello
27/4/2018

 

Flee Yourself

Flee Yourself

Running down a pitch dark track
Isolated, don’t look back
Running on to freedom gained
Running ever from the pain

Never turn to face your foes
Never give in to your woes
Never tackle it head on
Never stop, the road be long

Running on till nearly spent
Only then do you repent
And begin to call for your salvation
While creeps behind you, your damnation

Thoughts come on you in a flood
Memories mingled in your blood
Crooked heart begat your evil
Crooked heart held by the devil

And as the nighttime shadows pass
Finally caught up, here at last
The screaming of your fate arrives
Dragged below by gleaming eyes

©Aarron Mondello
9/4/2018

 

A Land Passed

 

An ancient ruined
Battered keep
A home for the dead
Hear them weep
Forever here
In eternal sleep
Forever trapped
In a ruined keep

Green grass swaying
Around full grown trees
Spoken softly
On the breeze
Words unheard
Yet understood with ease
As spirits rest
Amongst the trees

All but forgotten
Denizens of this land
Forever untouched
By gods hands
Prisoners in glass
Within times sands
The long dead people
Of this long dead land

©Aarron Mondello
4/4/2018

 

Fall From Grace

 

Floating lights behind my eyes
Thudding pain, pressurized
Wholly sick of coloured lies
Called out loud in honeyed cries

Sink ye further in the pits
Of blackened tar you did dig
Let it glue your puckered lips
Quieten your lies laid on thick

Slick with oil is your voice
But lo, black one, you made your choice
Yet there you stand and make your noise
And think you safe upon your hoist

But come a day you will know
On that day you’ll fall low
And eat the fruits of seeds you sowed
Your fall from grace will sure be slow

©Aarron Mondello
1/4/2018

 

Lost Storytellers

 

How I yearn for days or yore
A time I only know from tales
When storytellers would sit before
An audience in raptured silence

Youth to Gama’s and Gaffa’s aged
Would hear words come to life
Told with voice full of grace
Of adventure, war and glory

A time when ones imagination
Took them to worlds afar
Tellers wove for them destinations
And they rode there on captured hearts

How I yearn for those times again
That I know only from tales
When for an audience one would wend
A path through distant lands

©Aarron Mondello
31/3/2018