This is my poetic and metaphoric way of ranting about people in my life. I give them different names base from how I view them. The poems are in 10-syllabic quartet with triple stanzas per person. These figures may be a part of my past or present…

To Lady Sophia of the Goodman Clan

Noble Lady Sophia pure of heart
To you this message I must so impart
Choose wisely and carefully, please be smart
Should have foreseen agony from the start

Dark knights linger around this humble earth
They spread trouble even before your birth
Your love and your passion are not their worth
They are arrogant and you’re down-to-earth

You had lots of pain in your recent past
Guard your heart keep the key so it will last
True love will come unannounced like a blast
Your world will no longer be overcast

To Yehanne of Marah-Scalc


There’s a friend, Yehanne, her name shall be
She came, she smiled, tried hard to be funny
Faith and esteem she has procured from me
Alas, ‘twas a mask worn in front I see

I view the mirror, a fool hypnotized
Musings flooded, reasons antagonized
Why has the friendship been so terrorized?
Now it’s broken and pain immortalized

There’s my friend Yehanne I now left behind
May she perceive happiness she can’t find
High and low she would search amongst mankind
Same friend that’s me, so true and very kind

To Yohannes Guillaume Vouteillier


My friend Yohannes Guillaume Vouteillier
Made me feel no longer a foreigner
Showed me all of heaven, his love, his care
Yet the sky got broken filled with despair

To you I gave the roses in my soul
Made you embrace them to be in control
Yet you left them scattered in a hellhole
A huge mistake a terrible loophole

My friend Yohannes now left with confusion
Trapped in the pit of imagination
All tied up with stress of his profession
That’s all I can say, that’s my confession

To Drako the Hunter


Oh Drako the Hunter this Damsel states
Bed of roses not offered at the gates
Although souls had the chance to fornicate
‘Twas very wise to just emancipate

Time was locked with chains and can’t find the key
Lady Rienne held it tight, ‘twas not me
You Sir Knight forever shall always be
Not my love, nor dream, not my destiny

This I say to you Knight of the Dragons
That “I love you” is an oxymoron
For the path we walked on has been long gone
Blessed be I say, move on, carry on

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