Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one they call Degree,
halfway convinced that I hallucinated humanity.
For who under their own free will would venture
into this spiraling sameness:
this illustriously-in-debt, this Regal Club
of the Nameless?
I bellowed my voice into the air
(This great atrocity!).
But not a single student seemed to care:
So well fashioned they were,
adorned in their prized medals of mediocrity.
Along with their unwillingness to ever stray,
all too content to be but rainbows dreaming of gray.
I hung my head in such morose emptiness.
As I fashioned myself: the uniquely ubiquitous.
And what a fool I was to join the crowd - and yet so halfheartedly.
Striving for the cirrus clouds, the silver moon, and then the galaxy.
For my actions didn't match my cerebral creativity
I was statue still cursed with a meandering mind
(and other such extremities).
Exploding with hopes large enough for two
I sat clearly convinced languid leaps would do.
But one cannot daintily decide to dream the Dream
for it is merely the seed, another earthly deed.
You're not allowed to walk away, gandering as it grows,
for we are likened as the summer sun - keeping the rivers a'flow.
"Picturing profits in your hands
do not till the all too ready land"
explained the elderly gent with leathered palms,
"Someday soon you will understand."
And though we aim to be ourselves
brings us to the grid.
Imagination like a heavy rain;
we the paper people
so helplessly hid.
But fear not ye denizens
of the cherished cubbyhole:
where you keep under lock and key
your dust-laden soul.
If one burgeoning blunder
tore it all asunder
surely one single spirited spark
could heal even the most
dormant of hearts.
So fare thee well oh Cookie Cutter Coop -
Another day on that wretched plain, and I'd surely die.
I'm glad just to sever sameness in one fell swoop
by hanging on a star in the midnight sky.
NOTE: I always enjoyed using alliteration when I could... and with this particular one I went a little bit nutty... but I think it turned out okay.
Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot!
Came the cry,tree
Seems the world was in
Went I to the window
and Looked into the
empty Darkness. As I lay
down,I Knew somewhere
I would Hear that sound
FREEING MY LOVE
Poetry is flying fish
Over a waterfall
It is words stuck in
An ancient spells book
Kept under lock by time
I tap into the recesses of
I find the key
To seek out the book and free
My love, poetry
I realize it doesn’t need the key
To be free
Just expression of it frees it
So here I am doing so
Letting it fly out of my mind
To fill the world’s emptiness.
I don't know if I'll be back this time.
Time enraptures me,
Seduces me into places I know for too
A million faces but they'll never feel like
I got too close to the stone,
Heard marvelous stories
And wept when it ended,
And shared myself, do you hear me?
I love you yet I must go,
The past is obdurate no matter how
Adamant you are.
And sometimes, it feels wonderful to say
New adventures forever on the horizon,
New suns to set on me,
And a million faces that'll tell me to go
But I couldn't,
Because I am home.
These songs and stories I hear,
The winding alley ways to whom I'll
always hold dear
Because I've never been so close to home.
And I love you,
The million faces, I love them too.
I am home.
Traveler, Trekking, Terrain
Advising, Along, Away
Wanderer, Willful, Witness
Bruised, Battered, Brutalized
Ruins, Reason, Right
Feat, Facing, Fear
Unleashing, Unified, Undertaking
Common, Cause, Consider
Path, Plight, Persists
Failed, Fool's, Footprints
Warfare's, Wretched, Ways
Bold, Bravery, Bequests
Crafty, Creative, Clear-sighted
Recognize, Race, Rat
Course, Correction, Consider
Discover, Different, Destinations
Speaking in tongue,
Listening in form,
Sectors of the lung,
Levitates to perform.
Differences in light,
Diffusion of rights,
PacMan fever delight,
Dimming prestige as a phobic,
Leaving an anaerobic,
State of mind for myself.
A mortal to be,
A mortal I am,
One twinkle from thee,
Forget what is norm,
Become what is professed,
Speak without lest.
As a mortal: We need to be a mortal with
WANT TO SUCCEED, AND KEEP FEAR FAR
Have a heart and heartless be not.
life is fleeting forlorn in hopes unfulfilled.
Seek truly caring kith and kin,
who love you still though flawed.
Loneliness by lasting love annihilated.
Passing passion ends in pain delayed,
though sought for sudden pleasures
and immediate delights.
Who cares for kin unknown and far removed?
The poor despised despite possessing huge hearts.
freedom means a lot to me
what does freedom means to you
to me;freedom is equal opportunities
equal reward for all
kinds of potentialities
to me as well as anybody elsewhere
freedom to speak without favor and fear
freedom to move to anywhere
so far as i want it
freedom is free and fairness
regardless of where i was born
or where i came from
the color of my skin
my religious status
or how i appear
for i am not what i wear
i need freedom spiritually
and freedom financially
what makes me different from others
is what i do with my life
my feet punch the dull, rugged pavent as i slink down the cool quiet night with only the harsh stale lamp to highlight my way ahead a presence is felt as the hairs on the back of my neck come to a stand my heart unconsciously increases in speed my eyes dart from shadow to shadow as the darkness flies around me, mocking my every move my pace quickens as i attempt to escape the nightmare, they are chasing me now snatching at me with there thick claws ive been forced to a sprint they drew closer i can feel the cool of there pace against my back as i lurch forward out of there reach ahead is a never ending blanket of silent blackness i close my eyes and stop dead in my tracks as the darkness engulfs my life the suffering has ended
He swifts on by like a moon lighted night.
He shines bright for a moment in time.
His arm's always open with warmth.
His smile always bigger then everyone elses.
His heart of rage and fire.
He swifts on by, he swifts on by.
Who will know the true man within.
The man thats full of sin.
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...