Thank you

I want to take this moment to thank each and every one of you who read, like or share my words.
With around 400 people following my work across Facebook, Instagram and here on WordPress I have, in some way, touched more people than I honestly ever thought I would and in turn I have been touched and blessed by your support.
You have all helped me grow in confidence within myself in a way I find hard to express and words are not something I usually find a lack of.
So Thank You, everyone, truly and sincerely.
I hope you continue to find my poetry worthy of your affection ❤
– Aarron Mondello

The peace of you

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

Speeding years

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

Words

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

Steps

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

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

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

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

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

My Sleeping Loves

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