Oh Sweet.

By: Aaron Hill

Oh sweet, pure sweet, oh mon amour, No other name could be as sweet.None as the name of the one I adore, The bless’d name of my pure sweet.

Oh how fair her skin, how soft her hair, How lovely she is compar’d to the restA twin of Venus could only be so fair, As she is nothing less.She’s like the light which greets the Dawn, She is Aurora herself.She’s like the graceful Moon upon The sky’s most heavenly shelf.Those eyes they hold the stars, Shining grandly in the night,Those lips are just as red as Mars, In all of his splendor and his might.

Oh what I’d give to be with her, To what lengths I’d dareth go,All just to finally be with her, But sadly this cannot be so.For Cupid’s arrow hath her pierced, She loves another man,A man in training for the ranks. I’ll never live up to that man.

I’ll never get her out of my mind, That wonderful girl I met.I’ll never be able to leave behind This tale that we have set.

For I liked her, and she liked me, But Cupid made false fire.For it was doomed to end painfully, Thus I lost my heart’s desire.

Oh sweet, pure sweet, oh mon amour, No other name could be as sweet.None as the name of the one I adore, The bless’d name of my pure sweet.

Distrust(From a play being written by Aaron Hill. Title not figured yet.)

By: Aaron Hill

How be it now that we be friendsWhen then we could not make amends?Confused be I, so lost in daze.Is this but just a wicked phase?Or do you, my friend, if call you such,Have other plans as I think much?Your eyes are dark and cold like mine.I can’t be sure with eyes so fine. Your eyes do sit and show me goodThey say to trust and that I should.But take to heart my mind says “Nay!His eyes shall lead you far astray!Don’t trust his eyes, no matter how calm!Don’t trust his eyes though sung sweet psalm!”Don’t trust his eyes through those fake tears!Don’t trust those eyes with devil spears!”My mind hath said these things to meAnd how I act, we both shall see.I know not now if trust be called,But in your memory this I’ll scald, If you so but make one mistakeYour head be left upon my stake!

Madness(Inspired from “Ophelia’s ‘Mad Scene’” from the opera Hamlet)

By: Aaron Hill

I see you in the waters here,I miss you, please, come to me, dear.I know that you don’t mean your words.Your lies attack like angry birds.You feel now sorry for lies you tell.But now all has been made all well.

You’re embrace I so deeply crave,I reach for you. You don’t come save.Why won’t you me from waters hold.Come now you don’t wait till I’m old.I see you all the place I go.Why won’t you come, this I must know?

You’re in the fields; you’re in the skiesYou’re in those blissful lullabies.In my own dreams you haunt them, dearIn my own life you haunt me here.How be you in your continence Knowing you act with this impertinence.

To ignore your love like they’re not there?I look at you with blissful stareAnd you fail to notice me as person.And as I go, the problem will worsen.You can’t deny our love is true.How be you that? What say you?

I guess to find my answer, dear.Into your waters I’ll disappear.

The Lake(Inspired from “Ophelia’s ‘Mad Scene’” from the opera Hamlet)

By: Aaron Hill

I sit here by the pond so calmThe birds do sing as if it’s psalm.The waters move so quiet nowSometimes it makes me wonder how.

I’ve come to write, but thoughts do fleetAs hands and mind do fail to meet.I set my book and pencil down,I watch and listen for a sound.

I hear the wind come blowing byI hear it whisper, hear it sigh.I hear the blades of grasses chatterAs if the wind it soon with shatter.

The waters clear, clandestine sheetOf translucent truth and dare discreteTell you in your saddest times“Come see my secretes so sublime!”

It says, “Come in here, if you willWhat I hold will give a thrill.Your answer to your problem liesWithin me, in here underlies.”

I look at you and take the choice,I ask myself, in silent voice,“Do I take this chance at will?”I accept it, plunge, and take my fill.

Psalm to Thunder

By: Aaron Hill

This blissful time of discontentMarked only by the clouds of grayBe this the time that we hath spentIn this, this stormy May.

The glorious flash doth strikes asunderAcross the plains and hills.I gaze at all this splendid thunder.With light, the sky it fills.

And for this I sing a joyous psalmTo all who hear mine words.To every man of gentle palmAnd all high flying birds.

A power it doth through me surgeUp through to my own spinal cord!All feelings of all weakness purge!A power from t’ mighty Lord!

Now ‘tis the song I so doth singOut loud with joyous sound!A song from solemn church bells ring!A psalm for Thunder’s pound!

An AnwerBy: Aaron Hill

In darkness hidden there it liesThe answer to my questionHidden down behind they eyesLies the home of the sweet conceptionOf all the answer to my pleasOf wanting to know but justOne word required to answer me!The one word, I beg you, tell me please!

I wish to tellBy: Aaron Hill

Since that fist day we met I’ve feltA drive to be with you, not part.But secrecy allows us only be.To the world I wish to sing in jubilee.

I wish to shout our being loudUnto the land, into the clouds.But caution comes and warns me naughtTo tell for fear of ridicule.

Our love is new, not yet be tested,By life’s storms or loves great tempest.But I feel it should work it throughAnd navigate this storm so true.

But for now I shall keep it silent,For only us and precious few know,But one day I shall tell and shout!I wish to tell our secret now.

Analysis On LoveBy: Aaron Hill

Love is but a funny game,With points and players, victors few.All run around as if insaneMaking partners, pairs of two.

A boy to girl, a girl to boy,A confused and jumbled mess.For frequent change of pairs are madeSome changing more, some changing less.

But every once a time players pairWith person of same make.They’re ridiculed and teased for funAs if the sport has changed.

Some, though in secret want to pairWith both of each one makeBut fear the ridicule of the playersAnd continue in the norm.

Love is but a funny game,With points and players, victors few.All run around as if insaneMaking partners, pairs of two.

SecrecyBy: Aaron Hill

My life to you I have now toldConfided ever secretYou trust me, too, with secrets bold.Swear me now to keep it.

The SongBy: Aaron Hill

My voice doth tires from this song.I always want to cease,For I’ve been singing forever long,I only now wish peace.

Calm the storm of my poor heart!The war ‘tween love and sense doth rage!Like actors playing savage partUpon my heat’s red stage.

My heart one way bids go to you,My mind bids me go the other.Though both do know, and always knew,To you, your love for me is less than brother.

This song continues on and on.I wait for its sweet end.For only then may I not fawnFor your own love and my life mend.

A Poem For YouBy: Aaron Hill

My heart is clutched in your own handsYou dare not let it drop.And for this I do thank of youAnd ask for it to never stop.

You have, so far, been good to me,Never unkind a word was spoke,Only words of gentle weightOnly words of kindly hope.

Though crazy and insane you be,Though silly, funny too.I still do like you for who you are,And I will always love you.

EmotionsBy: Aaron Hill

Unending, twisting, maze-like hallways,The hare in hat and drinking garb.So serial life seems to meWhen living the drug that is emotion.

Whether love or sorrow, joy or rage,The spectrum goes on and on.And thus Fortuna’s wheel does spiralTurning life ever upside down.

The gods all laugh and playAs mankind lives this wheel,And no attempt is made to ceaseEris’s ending hold upon our lives.

Chaos is the lasting queenO’er all the feeling of man.No conquering of her is ever gained.So all to her we bow.

My LoveBy: Aaron Hill

You make me happy and joyful,The look of your face warms me.You are my Helios, make me whole!With joy your arms ‘round me be.

If only I could shout my joyous newsTo all my surrounding men,But secrecy still must be ruleFor now we are but outsiders.

The Game of LoveBy: Aaron Hill

Love is but a tricky god.He plays and toys for fun.And all the while doth Venus stareAnd laugh in stark amusement.

Her fair son, Cupid, Ares’ loin,Doth fly from soul to soulAnd play the harp of human hearts,Whilst laughing very loudly.

The trick of love sometimes is trueYet mostly is for naught.For Eros flies and shoots his trickAnd laughs as he takes it back.

To them, the gods of love, it beAnother lovely game.Another chance to watch with smilesAnd laugh at men again.

Two Small StanzasBy: Aaron Hill

Our love was tried and then it failedTime wants us part for good.How dare you try to disrupt fate!The will of God is done!

Not sure am I if this be love,But it feel as such it be.I feel safe in arms soft as dove.I love it when your words are for me.

Man’s MindBy: Aaron Hill

A funny thing be man’s great mindIn how interpretation lies.You call me jerk for not knowingWhat I discovered only recent.

Then say you now it be not Christian!You insult me ever sweetly!No bad intention on your tongue,But burns my flesh, that words have done!

I want to live a happy lifeAway from people as you!Let you judge, but do so silentAnd let me, through God, be glad!

My ties, for this, I break with you!An insult great you upon me threw!For this I wont forgive you lightly.Earn back my trust, this you must do.