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Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





Details | Prose Poetry | |

a fair day

It was a fair day for silence.

The sun had risen up courtly, almost mechanically,
Like a marionette on the strings of a puppeteer.
With the sun came Heat, wrathful to have been woken at such an hour.
As if avenging its early rise, 
Heat caused oppression, 
Discomfort and confusion 
Upon the innocent day.

It was a fair day for exclusion.

Only one was oblivious to the relentless heat,
He sat there motionless, lifeless and corpse-like.
They would glance at him nonchalantly.
He was just a piece of the scenery, 
Always had been there, 
Always would be there, 
Invisible.

It was a fair day for neglect.

Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out, 
Left him a shell, 
Unmoving, 
Unblinking.
The day progressed, the light dimmed, 
It was as if fate and destiny had led him to this moment.
If anyone had cared to look, they may have noticed a glint in his eye.
He liked the sunset.

It was a fair day for an end.

The sun slowly made its way back home.
Heat gradually left, bored with the sun’s absence.
Silence was once more.
The sun closed its eyes. 
The moon began its regime over the obeying night sky.

It was a fair day for sweet nothing.

He still sat there, 
But no one knew.
So was he still alive, 
If no one saw him die?


Details | Free verse | |

Ravaging Days

Ravaging days
when clouds pale
the sun's rays
hindering its purpose
of existence, the cost.

Confusion rises
over what is true
what should we pursue
in these darkened days
that have made 
our face pale
when all we think in fact
is saving ourselves
having stopped to care
choosing instead
our own comfort.

Then we retort
pretending
there's no heaven
or hell, there's no God
and if there is
doesn't seem He cares...

But we haven't really looked
we haven't a clue
because we didn't knock
we choose to mock
we haven't really searched
perhaps unwilling
to face the answers 
because we know within
we would have to make
some serious change.

And the sun has weakened
over the earth crying tears
and the moon has turned to blood
with the presence of dark clouds
the only way to peace
the moon's connection with the sea
feared by so many
but in truth
the womb
of true life
and as the tides rise
and the waters advance
the earth begins to pray
turns to the heavens
choosing to believe 
giving the sun a new gleam
purest gold
enriching all souls
and the water recedes
and above, a feast
has begun.

By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12


Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


Details | Concrete | |

Trip Twist

In the void, sipping the zoid,
with mental properties of tripping on the spiral.
Falling down the tail of lions, awkwardly spinning.
With upside down tunnel vision leaking through.

Solidifying all matter that matters,
melting into the walls of your brain.
It tickles all the raindrops dripping in your eyes,
satisfying your desire of a synchronized pattern.

Bleeding purple from the rainbow,
and turning into swirls of diamonds.
Slipping exuberantly beside you; driving you wild.
Where the shadows stop the spirited scream.

Devour yourself into the omniscient grip. 
Icy cold finger tips scratch the surface of your divinity,
bringing you closer to the God who whispered in your unborn ear,
situated in your flesh from birth to death.

It embeds itself in the pupil of your eye,
dancing with your spirit and licking your soul.
Black shapes of madness wrapped in chaos and euphoria.
Twinkling and blinking dust of a cloud. 

Haze filled skies and blood filled smoke raining from the clouds.
Envisions of clowns and demons laughing at our demise.
Chilling sensations of sickening mannerisms,
mechanisms and mechanics sought out to destroy the tiny creatures.

These creatures running crazy into acceptance of demise.
Deprived of life, scared of death but giving into it's taste.
Taste buds quiver as the taste grows sweeter.
Death, oh death, tell everyone who you really are...

Too long have you been hidden in the shadows you cast, 
too long have we rendered your pain.
The world grows sicker as the hairs in my head grey. 
I'll never surrender as demons always circle.

Today, begins a new day of our fight.
And I have a good feeling about this day. 
Onward, we have united our minds and gathered ourselves within. 
Always ready for we accept our fear. 

We accept our hate and everything in between.
Accept it all for what it really is. 
No amount of doubts will over throw us. 
Onward, to peace.


Details | Narrative | |

June Gloom

Just to provoke a little smile



The sun went into hiding
In the last month of spring
Had given much of its sun rays
Through the month of May.
Had heard so much complaint
And wondered why go through so much pain?

“Can't they see how pretty the flowers bloom
Just because I can shine through?
Can’t they hear the birds sing out loud
Because I beat the cold to a smoke out?
Can’t anyone smell the fragrance of blooming trees?
There’s so much good I give, can’t they see?”

The sun felt depressed and sad
It didn’t like feeling so bad
“One day, I am begged to come out
And when I do, I am wanted out.”
So the sun went into hiding
And none of its rays could be seen.

The clouds moved in silently
Spread throughout the sky evenly
Turning its days to fearsome gloom
It was the Month of June.
As if to make a point, the clouds went to war
Rain fell, lightning stuck, thunder roared.

After many days of clashing wails
The people bowed and prayed
Wondered why they had so complained
And pledged to never do it again.
And the sun was moved to come out
Smiling, it extended its power throughout.



By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.30.10.


Details | List | |

Give Me Shelter From The Storm

With faces in the window having storms in the night

You gave me promises they gave me pain
When will we ever live to understand this game
Give me shelter from the storm within cause we may never live again
In shattered dreams brought through its timely theme

Many are still wandering alone in the darkness of night

A plate of desire poured out with a creme sauce of desolation

At the mountain top the unique summit has a keen sense of view
Through ardent Spring lingers through a papal elect few
It's sought after portal of death as glue
Shutters through the spark at morn,

Some would even bother to curse the very day they were actually born;

A sought after portal which breathed in death
Yet still marked on its blotted page very much fully intact,

Working too hard can give anyone an instant heart attack
Smoke filled rooms filled up in fetters cry of full forced desolation;
In combersome threats the chief negotiator left,
A fields of dreams coming apart at the seams

A port in storm through emmense pain where through,

Give me shelter from the storm,
Amidst total sadness with stillness we soon learn to reflect
Just as in some twilight sun that has tainted my inner vision
Perhaps its in some one track mind that was fully set on some mission

The certain timely strain on the heart can light its inner spark;

Give me shelter from the storm amidst the sequence of outer pain,
In pain to harm the weary soul in which one can helplessly lose all control

Amidst viable dreams proned in an onslaught filled preminition
The sought after portal to death,
Yet still again marked on a blotted page fully intact
In timeless combersome threats toward their negotiable left

A field of dreams coming apart at its seams

Give me shelter from the storms of life amidst its inner strife
Amidst sadness within stillness will learn to reflect;
Just as in a twilight sun that has tainted my inner vision
Perhaps its in a one track mind that's head out on a mission

That certain spark within a strain on a heart can light a timely spark

Give me shelter from its storm
Very much haunted by an eclipse of the sun
Through a quaint rehearsal in its timeless cue
In distinguishing truth dismissed from its ultimate error

Many will escape into a quadratic motif through that of choice

A world filled still fixed in telling lies within its tormented souls
Broken skulls with fragmentation of vile demise
That quick fix challenge just not to have to deal with reality.


Details | Haiku | |

The Last Seven Plagues

those who bore 'the mark'
screamed from painful ugly sores
First of the Last Plagues

the sea turned to blood
and everything in it died
Second of Last Plagues

the rivers and springs
became blood--no more water
Third of the Last Plagues

the sun had power
burning people with fire
Fourth of the Last Plagues

kingdom of 'the beast'
was plunged into vast darkness
Fifth of the Last Plagues

       STILL--people cursed God
       and they refused to--REPENT
       global armies formed

the great Euphrates'
water dried up--transit road
Sixth of the Last Plagues

       world economic
       devastation, suicides
       lootings and killings

       stench of dead bodies
       cities on fire--engulfed
       chaos, fear, riots

the sun became darkened
the moon gave no light--all dark
stars fell from the sky

huge exploding holes
in the darkness as they fell
hundreds all at once

       army of 'the beast'
       horizon to horizon
       Plain of Megiddo

clouds blanket the sky
painful peals of thunder roll
gold weaves through the clouds

hundred pound hailstones
fell on unrepentant man
cars, homes, land destroyed

most severe earthquake
islands diappeared--Earth FLAT
splits Jerusalem

then voice from Heaven
"It is done"--is heard by all
Last of the Last Plagues

       wait at Magiddo
       the Son of Man--Returns
       on white horse, in clouds

       blood runs two hundred
       feet wide/long and five feet deep
       bodies explode at

       the sound of The Word
       spoken from the King of Kings
       one-sided battle

anti-christ and false
prophet thrown in lake of fire
beast chained--thrown in pit...

thousand years in pit
(Jesus rules Kingdom on Earth)
then, loosed for a time

there is still HOPE
Know Jesus loves you and died
for your sins--REPENT...


6/13/2012
©
Gail's "End of the World Armageddon" contest




wait at Megiddo


Details | Free verse | |

In my grave

A weak shout louder than a gun shot
Out of a mouth full of depressed misery and dead emotions
A walk to infinity
A search for the light in a place so bright, yet so dark
Between sun light and dawn
Where birds sing for roses

Away in distance
Where destiny lead my way

It's going to be okay
Last words my ears choose to hear
To relieve the pain in my heart
Darkness filled my eyes
Don't try to make it shine
I smell the end
I feel the tears of grief drowning me alive

I lay down in my coffin
Under the soil
In the freezing ground
Isolated from all around
No need to make a sound
Or wear the mask that hides what's beneath

Surrounded with woods
beneath the ground just as I was
Tossed as a stone
Like a leaf fallen from an autumn tree into a lake so deep
With my skinless skull and wrist bones where cuts of regret cant be seen

I lay In my cave
In my only home
With my only friend
My rival my enemy
I can't let go...

Thoughts rushing into my mind
Bursting in and out
Words I never thought I'd speak
Words my tongue never dares to say
Well...now I know how it feels
Now after I'm gone

My lips are fading
My soul is drowning
My body is decaying 

I reach the limit
Where heart beats doesn't matter
Where I can't breathe the air
Where my only road is to hell
I'll bathe in fire from this day and forever

Never made you proud
Forgive me and make it better

Two roses laid on my grave
Endless time passes as the sun goes by
Nothing stirs 
Pure melody in silence
A selfish wind blows taking with it one 
and there goes one in vain dropping it to far away
I gaze through emptiness
Waiting for my eternal time to end
For my angel to appear
And save my weeping spirit from my sins
Which have become my reality...


Details | I do not know? | |

Overwhelmed

Needy waves overwhelm
Battering, smashing
Soft flesh quivering
Splintering, raging, angry
Screeching , fists clenched.
I need more then I have!
To quench the fire,
A hunger, burning desire
As oxen grind grain
Doomed to everlasting circle
Consumed by a need
Spontaneous combustion, eruption
Do what I must
Abilities of others,
To comprehend, to know
What I wish I can't do                                                                                                       The arrow pierces deep
And the final words
Are of no help
Doesn’t the sun follow rain? 
Releasing the parched earth
Who has my tomarrow?
Searching stacks of stuff
Cheating Chinese workers
Can’t get to heaven today
Enough of anything
Weather turns cold
Fields brown, sun is gone
Special celestial light
Summer stolen while I napped
Can’t get to heaven today.


Details | Free verse | |

Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Lyric | |

Early Morning Rain

The early morning rain hides the tears in my eyes With an emptiness in my heart, I'm remembering your lies I'm a long way from home, but the distance doesn't ease this aching in my heart and wind blowing through the trees. Travelling down this rocky road, I'm tired and alone. How I wish my broken heart could find its way back home. Bright is the sun and dark is the night, but I'm stuck in the middle, and, oh, nothing feels right. With everything to lose and nothing to gain, my tears fall to the ground, like the early morning rain. Oh, the sun never shines in the early morning rain. In the morning sun, he wakes with another girl, not me. The dawn's light shines on them, but clouds dim my rocky seas. If he would welcome me home, I'd forgive, let go of this pain. So I'll start the long journey home in the early morning rain. Lord, help me find my way through the early morning rain. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 12, 2012 for Write me a Lightfoot Poem (Francine Roberts) * Gordon Lightfoot song, "Early Morning Rain"


Details | Rhyme | |

Farewell

Why is it that our deepest love
is not enough to hold you?
What demons still torment you
even as loved arms enfold you?
Though the skies are dark and grey
the sun will shine another day.
Why is it you don't know this?
God takes us through the winter's sting
with his sweet promises of spring
and pleasant days of bliss.

The sun is shining bright today.
You wouldn't wait. You went away.


Details | Free verse | |

Another day

Another day, the sun rises
Life lived in bland monotony
I find at best I am complacent
existing on the borderline of contentment
 
It's rarely found to be of favor
but everyday you'll find me here
Waiting patiently for another chance
to leave my mark on so dull a world
 
Maybe today will be the day
that this bleak existence I suffer
Finally gives way to a new spark
and I find excitement has been born
 
I wish only to have a moment
A brief passing of time
Let me live my fifteen minutes
dancing quietly in the spotlight
 
Another day, the sun sets
I look out my window
With a sigh I find my bed
Another day passed,
Another day wasted.


Details | Acrostic | |

Summer rain

Summer rain


S ummer rain is beautiful
U nending sun’s, no good at all
M ind gets stale, when it’s too dry
M e, I Iove the rain, do I
E ndless heat is terrible
R ain makes life more beautiful

R ain comes down, and makes folk happy
A ustralians they get quite snappy
I n our summers harsh and hot 
N o rainfall, well most like this, not.

28 June 2014 @ 1140hrs.

Written for Francine Roberts 'Summer acrostic'


Details | Free verse | |

The man was shot in the head

The man was shot in the head


The man stood up and talked about ethics and morality
They shot him and ripped him apart
and said it was his fault 
The study said he didn’t fit in
So they had to kill him
And took him down to the river and let him go
Nobody was really happy about it
But nobody cried either

They said he was born this way
Risking death for life 
Knowing many ways to die
And hoping his friend still loved him
Watching the sun go down 
Waiting for the morning to come
Seeing the night as a dream
And knowing when it’s over

Someone told him to dance
And truth ripped through him 
And he couldn’t go back
And he was alone
Like the power they gave him
And the love they didn’t have
He called himself intense
Nobody knew how to help him

The man was shot in the head
On a Friday afternoon at the government center
The air was still and the sun was shining
Someone called out his name
And said safety is his friend
The truth was on his side
He hoped his friend still loved him
He turned around and they shot him in the head


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee My giRLfRieNd sAId tO deLETe tHIs

   MY GIRLFRIEND SAID TO DELETE THIS

I asked her to travel with me
from the east coast to the west
I promised the trip would make us feel free
“so please, join me on a restful quest”

we began in Jersey while snow was on the ground
headed for the west where the sun goes down last
we didn't really care to where we were bound
but I recall the desert being blistering hot and viciously vast

along the way we saw a hitch hiker with her thumb held out
she looked young, innocent and with striking good looks
my spouse did her good deed, fancying herself a girl scout
and even though my wife picked her up the trip was going by the books

at one point I pointed my eyes to the back
and there sat a young girl in a very short skirt
if tantalizing is a talent this girl had a knack
then I realized I was driving and had better stay alert

we continued on and at one point my wife had to pee
and that's when I found out why men do what they do
no one could have predicted what came to be
after I frisked her fresh body while looking at eyes of blue 

my hands and lips wandered everywhere
and we made love like my wife and I hadn't for years
in the back seat moans and groans were all you could hear
cooking in the car under a southern sun that sears

we had just enough time to make a decision
somehow my wife had to go
to I took out my hunting knife and made an incision
and my desire sliced her from head to toe

that young girl and I made our way to the west
making love and making believe my wife's death didn't occur
all I know is now I'm spending life in jail at the judge's behest
and now I don't give a sh*t what happened to her
   © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


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FREE CEE i dare thee to read words that might blind thee



     HALF-EMPTY BUTTERCUPS

There was a time of kicked-back comfort and laid-back ease
Times when both butterflies and buttercups were ever blessed by a breeze
Days when wings were anointed and petals pointed to the sky 
Times with the assurance that neither butterflies nor buttercups ever die

It was a time which convinced me that kids such as I could actually fly
Back when all I needed was a set of swings to get me high
But swing sets of steel rust and corrupted metal caustically corrodes
And even innocent and tiny tadpoles turn into poisonous toads

Then came a time when swings didn’t get me quite high enough
So I turned to substances that warned me yet I called their bluff
It was a time akin to aching actualities and wretched realities
When beautiful butterflies and buttercups sustained scathing casualties

It was a time when jumping rope brought hope and childhood’s pure delight
And I never sweated no matter how heated the sun became nor how very bright
I needed not to find shade that made me subservient to laughter’s lovely sound
Laughing was my only prerequisite need when the fact of a fantasy was finally found


Suddenly a sacramental sun became a consistently malicious moon
Malevolent nights and evenings that got even with me arrived too soon
A breeze became a winter’s wind that made ease Mother Nature’s greatest lie
When I discovered that children grow old and buttercups and butterflies do eventually die
 © 2012........PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Dodoitsu | |

perhaps in another lifetime we shall meet again and then you will learn from a master me

  A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may never be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find FoR hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast 

I’m lucky enough to live with my stunning lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love surely to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day August we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood  
                © 2011.….~free cee!~   Phreepoetree  

 









Details | Prose Poetry | |

Dreaming

The top was down, and we cruised against the wind. Red hair whipped in every direction, and 
stung each cheek with a snap that cracked against the skin.  It was the first day of Spring, it 
seemed. The sun was out and the air was warm. We drove fast, and I looked up to see the 
palm trees that stood tall. 

Breathe in, Breathe out. 

I felt life today. It was insane to feel so free. The music that played overfilled me with soul
and I stopped to think that maybe I am a little crazy.

Have others felt this way? 

It was a peaceful moment, and I was comfortable accepting that maybe I was a little 
different.

That is what made me an artist- I have an abstract perception on how I view the world...

But if you have seen what I have seen, if you have dreamed what I have dreamed,
you will know nothing is ever as it really seems to be.

All the palm trees, the warm sun and the flowing hair.. is nothing more than a single moment 
of time.  It cease to exist now, and I am crazy to believe that it IS real after it passed

when it really is nothing but a memory.

A memory.

Nothing but a memory.

And I am crazy to re-live it and believe its still real. 




Details | Quatrain | |

FREE CEE dedicated to a lady who in Vienna we were poetry

i found her on a beach in belize
if you please
just sunning herself and taking in the sights and sounds of the gulls
watching ships past by with steady courses set and sturdy hulls
the sun dripped from her shimmer
as i sat blinded by her glimmer
she showed me what was beyond the shore
and so much more
she pointed to the horizon where blue meets the darkness at night
there she sat contemplating mankind's possible destruction and plight
her beauty shone like the sun i tried to hide my eyes from viewing
and being beautiful is all she was doing
and in so doing telling a story that was a warning to all
telling humanity to answer her fervent call
all she wanted was to lay on the beach unafraid of what was to arrive
if all of us didn't get together and learn to mutually survive
no waste to last for a million or more years
no more wars born out by tepid tears
no destroying the balance of nature of which she was too aware
as she sat by her father Neptune's lair
her mother shone as did the daughter i speak of
born from a family of peace, tranquility and of course love
so as the gulls flew by
and their chicks learned to fly
i continued to watch the ships past by sturdy and strong
and no one can convince me that her assertion was wrong
for most assuredly this was no ordinary girl
because this beauty was born of an oyster and her name was pearl
           (c) 2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~


Details | Free verse | |

My Shadow



Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.



Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers and Ice

Feeling the warm sun touching my face
My mind wanders and remembers
Beautiful flowers that time can’t erase
So full and free 
This dream I try to embrace
So peaceful and pretty
Feel like I’m floating in space
Lying on my back feeling the warm rich colors
And my long blond hair blowing in my face
Until I feel a coldness
So cold it takes me to a place
Like I’m lying on a sheet of Ice
Escaping reality I try not to awake
Shivering without any warmth
My mind tries to escape
This prison I can’t take anymore
I just need to feel safe
Please take me back to see the flowers 
And open my soul’s gate
To fields of beauty
So I can rest there and wonder my life’s fate
And forget the pain so cold like ice
And to feel the warm sun once again touching my face.


Details | I do not know? | |

BELSAN

This was written for the Belsan Tragedy....

Mother Earth has completed
the cycle of the sun
Searing agony; blackened dreams
Freewill has been undone

Vivid memories tainted by blood
Megalomaniacs on the prowl,
charging through doorways
Altering course of lives

Masters of predation
Masters of the gun
Masters of deprivation
No need to pull a con

Guns, robes, identity (un) known
Hunted by all
Entrapped by none

Three day of terror
Families' oppignerate
If the sun should rise again
We'll never congregate

Just like Icarius
Who flew from Crete on wings
The sun indeed did rise
Alas! The sea beckoned as well

What was the purpose I wonder, 
or am I an ignorant fool?
Multiple lives lost to plunder 
Still I say, what was the use?


Details | Monorhyme | |

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                  WHISPERED BRIGHTLY

A whisper of the early morning sun hangs low in the eastern sky
With a yawn, a graceful bow and a softened sigh
Having only recently been welcomed in by the night
When as if on cue the doves begin to coo in the light
As daily I am denied due delight
Years ago I lost happiness amidst a garden of dying daisies and wilting green
Nowhere was its shadow seen
A garden of the grievous grown
When laughter vanished and took with it a smile I no longer own
For joy is just a memory faded by the force of fate
And when laughter left it left wide open the garden gate
To allow, of course, easier access for frustration, temptation and hate
Happiness didn’t even say goodbye
While I remain deafened to the whisper of a sun hanging low in the eastern sky
And only a few sacred doves and I know why
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Her

A smile that never reaches her 
eyes

A laugh that never reaches her 
soul

A hug she cannot feel

A numbness that is everlasting 

Numb to the world around her 
but not the pain inside

The allure of love and the false 
hope it provides

Beckoning to her like the 
warmth of a sun rise 

Filling her eyes with light, a 
change from the sticky dull of 
pain

A light that soon fades, 
dripping out in the tears she 
cries

Her heart flooding with pain, 
and drowning in tears 

Waiting for the sun rise to 
return

Through the dark night she 
cries

Tears of anguish wash away 
her pain

The sun rises for another day

The smile fake, and 
misleading, but it keeps the 
questions away

To start another day and end 
another night

Anxious for the day to last 

To end her waking pain, and 
kill the darkest night

The lingering bitter taste of 
tears as it fades

The smile becoming real

The flood waters draining 

The pain being released by a 
loving hug, and a waking 
happiness

Stored away for months like a 
sleeping bear

Waiting for warmer weather to 
warm her soul, and
make her smile warm and real 
again

To make her... her


Details | Quintain (English) | |

a bRIDgE OVeR A RIver quiet

  A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic son and it will teach you how  

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
so discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters of the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast 

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and I may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant son and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day August we suffer an adult son’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when its in the mood  
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Details | Free verse | |

YOU, me THE SUN AND THE SEA

                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
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Details | Free verse | |

The Love Song (part 2)

Yes indeed I do believe there will be a time 
when I shall again know the sound 
of a beating heart sleeping beside me. 
Till then I should live the endless nights 
of recreating the sounds with my fingertips. 
Thump-thump-thumpity-thump. 
Dream of only you, the want, the need of your beating heart 
so I may rest my head, lay softly upon your sweet breast, 
kiss your breath in the lovers sun setting passionate dream. 
Do I dare still dream or yearn for such a treat 
that makes the spreading of wild flowers in spring 
(the season of your birth)
seem less than a miracle? 
Do I dare disturb the course of the universe, 
the faith of the spirits, 
the paths my life has been handed unwillingly? 
Do I dare for the minute? 
Yes indeed I do presume, 
to be so bold, to believe.

I have known eyes such as yours 
staring out from the deep cracks of shadowed walls, 
I have known a tongue as spiteful as yours, 
but never as cold or dead locked in the reality of what is a true write. 
Laugh at yourself do you? 
The doubt is reassurance enough for me. 
It is eyes and tongue’s such as yours 
that cause people to jump from the bridge on a cold night. 
Be sure that tongue of yours don’t end up spitting out the butt-ends of rancid lies, 
that’s when the crack and drink take over innocent lives, 
that’s when a bridge on a cold night 
seems like your only friend.

Shall I part with the memories once and for all, 
leave behind the deceased ramblings of the past, 
or should it be that I walk with you through valley’s of golden sun 
for the remaining days my eyes look upon this earth? 
We have lingered together far too long, 
now I fear the voices within will wake me from this love song 
and I shall drown.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pride and prejudice

Huddled inside his feathery frame, basking in his mellowing warmth, behind the horizon the sun rose and dawn came, and the dove awoke with fright and alarm. She had to fly for none must know, that her heart's with the raven. And she flew leaving her heart behind, only to wear a mask among her own kind. She played along as they tweeted with voices loud, their diction coated with malice and disdain.. She could do nothing but to their every word bow, while her tender heart bled and pained. Tangled in their rusted chain, she waited till the first star spawned. Bidding goodbye with a smile that she feigned, she wound the clock to the time before morn. As the sun crept to the other side, the dove lost herself in his love so wide. With their body and soul now entwined, they made love, when everything was so beautiful and fine.


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee A CAUSTIC CACTUS

   A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging for sustenance
neither of us to ever be set free

I can't find the path that led me here
and you might say that I can't take no more
you might say i've reached the end
and no one has ever been so right before

why can't you just get it through your head
there will never be a time where the middle will meet the end?
I'm stuck in the arid air of sadness and it's cohort
it's comrade called the wind that makes both that cactus and myself bend

we are blown to and fro, from left to right
and every morning greets me with a sun that cooks my blood
one moment of sanctuary from the heat would be a gift
instead yet another night I wilt like a a lily or a blood red rosebud

I tried to hold you but the sun got in the way
I tried to keep you but no water might I find
i'm stuck in the acrid humidity of improprieties
and that sunlight has left me sweaty and blind

so here I am laying low in the high Sierras
knowing full well there ain't no escape
I remember love sworn on dunes of sand
and picnics midst the misty beauty of the cape
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Details | Ballade | |

Bad Luck Birds

 A blood-red owl and a pale white raven
Sit on my shoulder all through the night
The sun rises and they won’t let me be
The day, what now, I thought they’d leave with the light

Plague my mind 

Ever and for still the night

Yet I dye easy as hearts always fall

Falling farther and I can’t make this right.

Little deaths are breaking me down
It’s killing me inside so I can’t hear the sound
Of her eyes calling me away 
There’s nothing left to say, I can’t keep you around,

Toes curl at the owl’s screech in the night

The sun setting and I turn away

I can’t stand the sight

I just lost another day.


Details | Quatrain | |

free cee YOU CAN'T TAKE BLOOD FROM AN ICE CREAM CONE

 YOU CAN'T TAKE BLOOD FROM AN ICE CREAM CONE

This morning the sky revealed blood from the sun
and a bandage on the moon
peter the pacifist picked up a gun
and all hell broke loose in the afternoon

this morning a raccoon raced a deer to the trash
the raccoon wily, the deer delicate as a dance
this morning the sky woke up with a rash
and one stubborn star decided to take a chance

it tried to outshine the sun and shine past ten
that obstinate star just wouldn't surrender
it had to dim but no one knew where or when
while a rhododendron had a revelation to render

the bush told of war and how it could end
it knew because it was of a special breed
all the seeds became a beautiful blend
and every human being found out the sun really can bleed
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Details | Crystalline | |

the CHIMES they are a'changiin'

      DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart lifted?
Because there are too many hoards and whores gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
This package was supposed to go to someone expediently
yet my heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Should a pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
‘tis a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And the godless guards know the earth’s ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
Yet the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can dig the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then by chance instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soulful sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could arrive with ten thousand polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
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free cee MARY MARY WHAT DOES YOUR GARDEN KNOW

  MARY MARY, WHAT DOES YOUR GARDEN KNOW?

I am in a quandary and I have but one query
I have a question that leaves me perplexed and left lasciviously leery
there is one fact I shall die never knowing
and quite frankly each day my question keeps growing

setting aside the main issue at hand
help me, please, to make me understand
I needn't know why you're here in the first place
that's your business and which I have no right to embrace

I see you smile sometimes when the sun shines from the east
but all too often when the sun is setting in the west I see the signs of a beast
when the day is done I see the frowns that have taken their toll
and I see the remnants of the smile which he stole

all the wondering and all the hows and whys
all the intuition I claim to have suddenly and fleetingly dies
I cannot figure out nor can I pretend to know
why you carry such a heavy burden in tow

ever since I saw your face i've been made to wonder why
why you keep saying hello when you should be saying “goodbye”
it's as if i'm at a funeral after someone close to me has died
as I ponder the question why you remain by his side
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Details | Quatrain | |

free cee WHENEVER COMES WHENEVER

         WHENEVER EVER COMES WHENEVER
Whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
I always run away in the same direction
Whenever living begins chasing me
Whenever it tries erasing m

Whenever denial defies my ample  need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed
I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed

Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain
Whenever pride is negated by disdain
Whenever by hopelessness hopefulness is slain
I run to the same source to heal my pain

Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile
Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile
Whenever boredom keep the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial
I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile

Whenever stagnation or stupidity prevents me from doing what I know how to do
Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew
Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won’t ever  turn blue
I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you
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Details | Couplet | |

worried water vertebrates

Worried Water Vertebrates 

And the sun keeps on shining a bit warmer now in Mars. 
But rain keeps away and fish in the cisterna are worried. 

Is this the end of their world? Tiny fishes lives on what? 
Planned cannibalism every two, three months, perhaps?

Small and translucent I see their quickening heart beats. 
Open the cisterna’s lid so they can see the blue clear sky.

Since they may take me for the creator must show them  
They are not forsaken and I cannot be blamed for this. 

And the sun keeps on shining, a bit warmer now in Mars,
But Louis, the farmer, and I know this can lead to calamity. 

Cisterna... a place to store rainwater (Portuguese)


Details | Quatrain | |

FREE CEE whenever ever comes whenever

WHENEVER EVER COMES WHENEVER
Whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
Whenever living begins chasing me
Whenever it attempts to erase me
I always run in the same direction

Whenever denial defies my ample  need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from a righteous breed
I fly for the same heading with ferocious speed

Whenever the sun is conquered by the rain
Whenever pride is negated by disdain
Whenever by hopelessness hopefulness is slain
I run to the same source to heal my pain

Whenever I feel as though I cannot tread another misery laden mile
Whenever beauty begins to vie with the vile
Whenever boredom keep the shadow stuck in one point on a sun dial
I chart a course wherein I am rewarded by a smile

Whenever stagnation or stupidity prevents me from doing what I know how to do
Whenever frightening are the tarot cards that I drew
Whenever I awake to the promise of a sky that won’t ever  turn blue
I run to my only source of confirmed comfort which is you
   Love, your Jeffry (you punk)


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free cee A DAY OF DETRIMENTAL MENTALITY

                          A DAY OF DETRIMENTAL MENTALITY

That was a day I’d rather forget
A day worse than any can get
It wasn’t a day of torrential rain
It was, however, a day of undeniable pain

It started with the sun shining bright
And nothing to hint at a horrible night
But then the world may as well have imploded
When secrets were suddenly decoded

Then the sun faded and the rain began
It came to soak a sodden man
But it didn’t matter because the day couldn’t get worse
For a sodden soldier born with a curse

In retrospect the rain really didn’t matter
Although it did make quite a clatter
The matter was a man’s broken heart
On a day I wish had never come to a start

So then the sunshine ended but not so the rain
And certainly everlasting was the pain
I lost a woman who made my life complete
On a day of sorrow with which I could not compete
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Details | Free verse | |

FREE CEE the san sabastian sun

     THE SAN sebastion SUN

It was on a beach somewhere in San Sebastian
When the sun sought supremacy over the sky
Storm clouds didn’t stand a chance
And, per chance, we came to realize
That the same thing that keeps lovers together
Is often the same thing that set them apart
A smile that beguiles
A wink that makes one think
And an answer that wasn’t born of a question
But rather from a solution
That sunny day was absolute absolution
Forgiveness for acts of actuality
Nurtured by neutrality
And the frailties of forevermore
That day was fate’s front door
A porch with a torch burning bright
A front yard with yards and yards of yellow roses
And tulips that tipped into the wind
It was love that reality could never rescind
Nor could it redact a fact of fantasy

She held out her hand
And asked if she had ever told me how much she loved me
I asked if she still felt that way
She responded firmly with “forever”

It was on a beach in San Sebastian
When the sun was sequestered by the darkness
We both came to realize that what keeps lovers together
Is often the same as what sets them apart
Two hearts that knew they were one from the start
And that is when I began to believe that she and I would never part
I wonder………………….
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Details | Free verse | |

She's Like Headlights

Red
My face burnt under that stare
Shame
How could she possibly guess?
No one else
No one else would ever guess
No one else could ever tell me what not to do
No one could ever affect me like that
Burning
I have sunshine always at my back
It blurs my form and no one can see the truth
But her eyes are shaded
The glaring, staring light holds no sway for her
I can’t hide in the sun anymore
I’ve tried moonlight
When she’s not around
Lunar, no one sees me
The joke is silent
Quiet jester, silent clown
I am changing like the sky
I hid in the sun clouds and air
The moon reveals me in gently cruel light
She is insatiable 
She demands a proper answer
Asks to see, asks to know
“Why?”  
Over and over again it’s “Why? Where? How?”
I don’t have an answer
I’m caught in the headlights
Once again, in class, unprepared
Interrogation
That’s what it is, by all rights
Can I stop?
Can she stop me with just a word?
Is there a point?
I had questions of my own, 
But then even she never remembers that 
I could always ask before, 
There was always a maybe before
What can I say now? 
I can’t even move the words through my throat
I could always ask her
But I always question everything
I question her questions to me


Details | Quatrain | |

FREE CEE there aint no sun even on sunday

THERE AIN’T NEVER NO SUN EVEN ON SUNDAY

God damn it, it’s another God damned day
Another sun sequestered in the soul of sorrow
There’s not much more for this fool to say
Excepts perhaps that I dread yet another tomorrow

I am a slave to a sun that shines not for me
And a moon who doesn’t give a damn
This seems to be some kind of god’s plot for me
For I am either Jehovah’s jester or a Christ born little lamb

A lamb who lost his sacrilegious soul decades ago
One too foolish to follow, unto blessed death, the Judas Goat
I suppose there’s not much more for you to know
Except that I can live in desperation and deprivation by rote

Oh look, here comes the sun now who finds this all a god-damned hoot
And I hate the way it tries to defend yet another damnable day
This is darkness I deserve and relating to that fact there’s no dispute
So I suppose there’s nothing else for me to say
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Details | Lyric | |

Forgotten By Them All

Far from the set...
The sun still drowns;
Where land meets end,
And the light still bounds.
A sound that carries... 
For an echo so faint;
Leaves ears to dance,
And dreams in the wait...

The long lost rant...
Forgotten by them all.
In front of me so distant,
The surroundings seem to fall;
While within this rising smoke,
A soul sits in refuge...
And the mist that consumes,
Never leads to what ensues...

As fate recons,
We're unlikely to forget...
A world upon these shoulders,
And a life without regret.
While the sun drifts to down...
As the street lights shine;
A world lays to rest,
While the rest look to find...

Searching for something worth remembering,
Or at least not to miss;
Just some words for recollecting,
Until this story fits...
For these memories seem curses,
Taunting my world so very small...
Nothing worth holding onto here,
Destined to be forgotten... by them all.


Details | Rhyme | |

What We Cannot Possess

Darkness falls and blocks my view,
‘Tis then that I most long for you
Your sea green eyes and silvery hair;
The moon above the frosty air.

I lie awake and try to sleep,
I close my eyes, but peace won’t keep
I want your presence, I want your kiss
I want your warmth on a night like this.

Tears slide past my trembling lips
As I clutch my pillow with red fingertips
Such longing is followed only by pain
Misery flooding me, manifest as rain.

The night slips away, the hours creep by
I’ve gotten no rest, no solitude have I . . .
But sunrise is nigh, I can feel heartache fly
As the sun awakens, my spirits climb high.

Morning has conquered the deafening dark
Now finally I rest, willing to embark
The night becomes hazy, a faint memory
But when the sun sets, there again you will be.

You haunt my world, my nights, my dreams
You cloud my mind, my soul, it seems
Each night you make me yearn so, it burns
But I wouldn’t change it, my life-blood, it churns.

I ask, why must we only desire
The fantasy, the dream, the jewel in the fire
We never want diamonds, or pearls, or finesse
We want perfection, what we cannot possess.


Details | Blank verse | |

path

I sit here remembering times that have gone by
toward the end and near the beginning
the musical notes of my life
faith and hope
the sustainers of my path
the cartakers and builders
the moon and sun my light
the stars my many dreams
each holding me together
as the world around me crumbles
falls to pieces on my floor
my broken heart
slowly mended
as time slipped me by
as faith and hope kept building
and the sun and moon still shine
the stars still go on glinting
waiting for me to realise
that it is now my time


Details | Quatrain | |

MERRY MERRY WHY DOES YOUR GARDEN GO

MERRY MERRY WHY DOES YOUR GARDEN GO?

I am in a quandary and I have but one query
I have a question that leaves me perplexed and left lasciviously leery
there is one fact I shall die never knowing
and quite frankly each day my question keeps growing

setting aside the main issue at hand
help me, please, to make me understand
I needn't know why you're here in the first place
that's your business and which have no right to embrace

I see you smile sometimes when the sun shines from the east
but all too often when the sun is setting in the west I see the signs of a beast
when the day is done I see the frowns that have taken their toll
and I see the remnants of the smile which he stole

all the wondering and all the hows and whys
all the intuition I claim to have suddenly and fleetingly dies
I cannot figure out nor can I pretend to know
why you carry such a heavy burden in tow

ever since I saw your face i've been made to wonder why
why you keep saying hello when you should be saying “goodbye”
it's as if i'm at a funeral after someone close to me has died
as I ponder the question why you remain by his side
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Details | Free verse | |

YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

                   YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA

I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim

I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by  the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
                 You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise

We were together on days now long past
We shared summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
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Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud)

Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) 

I am just baggage to the world 
Cast away and forgotten 
An entire life 
Waiting for something 

Every so often a random passerby 
We exchange formal soliloquy 
Just talking to ourselves 
Wondering if anyone really hears 

They always keep a lock on my eyes 
To desperate to admit sad truths 
Pretend they’re giving me sound advice 
When just quoting old adages to themselves 

They say 
“Follow the sun, 
For in the light shining upon all 
You will find the way” 

The same response 
Every time runs through my head 
“What of the clouds 
Stealing the light from my eyes 
They always gather around me 
Darkening my life 

“And what of deep night 
Where I sink into despair 
Alone and sinking in a world 
Where no one seems to care” 

They don’t seem to hear my words 
Just keep ranting their securities 
All the while shaking like leaves 
In the harshest of autumn winds 

I wonder if anyone can hear me 
Or if I even hear myself 
Can anyone see me? 
Hidden in this cloak of clouds 

I begin to feel comfortable 
As my worldly self 
Begins to drift away 
Comfortable with no sun 
To burn my skin red 
Or to guide my way 

I’m locked into a perpetual night 
As the oppression of my clouds 
Absorbs the light 
Sun and moon and stars 
And I’m left with nothing 
But four walls 
And a roof 
And a little stool to sit on 

I don’t notice any more random passerby 
Just as they never noticed me 
Just quote my old adages 
Some god created just for me 

“Stay in the clouds 
A safe haven from the pain 
I have no need 
Of ever finding the way 

“The world has spoken its ignorance 
And has finally cast me away 
I’m tired of endless clinging 
And the guilt it brings my way 

“If the life in this world 
Revolves around an endless rhyme 
The sun and moon and stars 
I have better places to spend my time 

“A room of nothing 
No windows or air to breathe 
Just a feeling of numb contentment 
As my soul starts to bleed” 

My conscious mind had made its final pitch 
And it is off to the races 
But I’m moving so slow 
So slow


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Dying Dawn

  Come thou to the sun as it rises
  Come thou, taste the flickering rays
  Come feel the touch of the water`s edge
  Sing of warmth and brighter days

  Come thou to the sun as it rises
  And hither the shadows to flee
  With blade and bow
  The fearless foe
  A terrible victory would be

  


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Defeat

In the soothing orange light of the setting sun
She sits there waiting on its disappearance
Her body melts into the creaking swing 
While her feet play into the delicate grass
Her heart is heavy in her chest
Like the truth of a hidden lie
She eases deeper into the swing 
Accepting the burden scorching inside
She believes this is the last day of its kind
Days to come will flow with less magic and happiness
She stares at the sun deeply, wondering if when it returns
Will it have changed like everything else
No longer will she be a bright persuasion
The disbelievers have stolen her light
The battle was agonizing
And in the world where good never wins over evil
She was defeated
The sun suffocates beneath the horizon
While her heart beats to never cease
In the cool darkness of the night
Tears begin to fall unseen
But no one will care


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Inauguration

A light, this drop of sun fell,
washing the darkness from the incomplete,
taking away what never was
and giving what could never be.

Putting motion in the void of growing,
sewing choice in the mind's fabric,
hiding stones left to turn,
the glow did all these things.

But while light was casted upon all
shadows formed beneath they're being,
made by sun but void of light,
never real but existant still.

Dormant below they lied in wait
to walk in the glow they'd never feel,
to try and learn to grow and be
the same as those who bathed in light.


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Sun

The sun-sparkle of this summer has gone
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth

That hot, heady heat seeping through the cracked pavement
Seemed to create the chaos and din

But only the dark mist of winter is left
And somehow it doesn’t seem quite right.

How did I loose my mind you ask?
A different city, a different beat

As the sun shone on that splintered pavement
My heart pushed my head out the way.

Now I am back in the familiar I have to ask who I was
I’m not sure you know, but I hope I never come back.

For now, as the ache of the cold winter sets in
And I am back in that familiar face,

I can only assume the sun was to blame
In that warm, unfamiliar place.


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Farewell Sunset

There was something in the way
That the sun left the sky that day;

And when the Sun began to sink
The way the orange and red and pink

Dissolved and blended through
The green and brown and blue

On my beloved, sweet bayou
Somehow, I think I knew...

This storm was coming with my name
And we would never be the same

You and me, our chosen city
Would soon be named a nation’s pity;

This farewell sunset calls to me,
Beckons us to come live free

And forever let the fires burn
Until one day we can return


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Rain,Pain,and other things quite INSANE

During September rain
under her spell of downpour
The mind cries inside
It wants nothing more

Flash flooding put out the fire
The rainbow cannot be seen
A child has lost his youth desire

Thunder and lightning in the air
Pelting golf balls of punishing hail
This man is surely drenched
But..he cannot really care

As surely as the Storm exhale
Winds that surge and kneel me to the ground
Again,as always..I have put myself back into jail
The weather is my keeper who has no mercy

For 40 days
Of endless nights
Someone up there
is reminding me in tears
to look forward past the deluge
instead of rewinding back those years

God continues to throw a tantrum and cry
Contemplating his wrath:

DOES HE WANT ME TO WITHER THUS AND DIE?

His Sun has not shine these last few days
We are cold,soggy,
without the afternoon's rays
I cannot tell
which way Heaven truly is
Or how far distant
that HELL is as well

Staring out from window pane
Continuous wet stream
is not at all to blame
People may not notice
but..
the good Lord still knows my name

This month is nearly over
October
aound the corner bend
If the Sun comes out 
just one more day
Here to greet me
Before it finally shades away!



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damNABLe deATH oF a dAiSy

      DAMNABLE DEATH OF A DAISY
Can the sky cry?
Can the sun have fun?
Can the stars have scars?
And can I have a heaviness in my heart be lifted?
Because there are too many hoards being gifted
But given the wrong present to the wrong recipient
My heart is heavy with the death of every daisy
And as we all know each lily can be lazy
Can that pigeon light upon an old man’s hand
As a sign that we all are abusing the land?
Kids are killed and need a tracking device
And tell the world the ozone layer is paying the price
Tell the Russians to keep shoveling more coal
When we could let the wind be our savior and our  goal
The turbines may turn and the engines may roar
But I tell you all that oxygen is carbon dioxide’s whore
Diesel, bio-fuel, gasoline or petrol
And the thing this planet really needs is soul
Soulfulness to urge tears from a child’s mother’s mother
Soulfulness to go to war and lose your second brother
Soulfulness to spread around so everyone can indulge in the sound
The sound of soulfulness should be heard all around
Then maybe instead of killing we can dance at a ball
Two hearts who once had a chance at it all
So let the soul sounds of the sacred be sung all around
And on that holy day let roses for luck be hung all around
Can the sky cry?
Not anymore than I can fly
Can the sun have fun?
Not when people can walk around with an un-concealed gun
Can the stars have scars?
Only if mankind could find a way to stop polluting cars
Since we’ve already marred the surface of the merry moon and Mars
Oh, and by the way it wouldn’t hurt the planet but it might put you in a better mood
Tonight when you eat overpriced beef consider the starving who have no food    ©2011...phreepoetree ~free cee!~
                          

 




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Fears Height

Morning sun beats through a car window
A dreadful scream pierces flat silence
Penetrates my core  with its violence
Wanton provocation sits in limbo 

The wholesome effects of a victims fears
Alarming concern ravished my being
Couldn’t believe what I stood seeing
Insidiously justified as horror leers 

A reckless behavior takes control
His figure lurking in the bushes 
Victim sees a chance and pushes
Ravenous scum of misery and dole

She runs to the side of my backyard
Terrified as she flails and screams
He follows the fence under the beams
Swinging with vengeance, she strikes him hard 

She found a shovel against my home
Knowing the rapist needed to die
Seeming renewed, she looked to the sky
Reaping his death as the sun still shone





   




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FREE CEE the san sabastian sun

     THE SAN SEBASTIAN SUN

It was on a beach somewhere in San Sebastian
When the sun sought supremacy over the sky
Storm clouds didn’t stand a chance
And, per chance, we came to realize
That the same thing that keeps lovers together
Is often the same thing that set them apart
A smile that beguiles
A wink that makes one think
And an answer that wasn’t born of a question
But rather from a solution
That sunny day was absolute absolution
Forgiveness for acts of actuality
Nurtured by neutrality
And the frailties of forevermore
That day was fate’s front door
A porch with a torch burning bright
A front yard with yards and yards of yellow roses
And tulips that tipped into the wind
It was love that reality could never rescind
Nor could it redact a fact of fantasy

She held out her hand
And asked if she had ever told me how much she loved me
I asked if she still felt that way
She responded firmly with “forever”

It was on a beach in San Sebastian
When the sun was sequestered by the darkness
We both came to realize that what keeps lovers together
Is often the same as what sets them apart
Two hearts that knew they were one from the start
And that is when I began to believe that she and I would never part
I wonder………………….
     © 2012...PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!!




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Adages Pt. 3 (the hierophant)

I can see the web of lies around me
Constructed by the spider in my heart
Just a manipulator
Playing its games with my life
I promised myself
As only a fool can
That there could be a safe haven
Calm within the eye of the storm
When it was only a trap
Set so perfectly on me
By myself
The ignorance of the world has always astounded me
Confounded me
Even as I ignored it in myself
Just felt the need
To find my own way
In a life that was never too kind
To the stranger
To me
I don’t know why it is always spinning
Think I’ve created this hell
In the image of a world left behind
Just another contradiction
Another manipulation
Another one of my lies
I made myself so cold
That I forgot to be angry
For what everyone did to me
Forgot to be forgiving
And to look the other way
Now I’m just a nothing
Forgotten to all
The opposite of what I needed
Or ever wanted
I am ready for the change
I am ready for the knowledge
Black turns to grey
My blue skin to red
As I shout and scream
A realization
A new found adage
Of how it could have been
“I never needed the light of a sun
To guide me on my way
Never needed a hope
To feel that I’m okay
I don’t need to rhyme
To impress the people
Who’ll just waste my time
I can go my own direction
To any place that I desire”
A hierophant is blooming
With no hope there is hope
And no need for a following
Just a contradiction and a knowing
Tomorrow will be
As always
Another day
The shift in the world around me
As drastic as black to white
Day to night
Reflected sunlight
As the moon makes itself known to me
And all the contradictions coming into focus
Becoming the world in which we all live
We feed on each others lies
And create our own
If only to fool ourselves
Into a state of relative bliss
Into a joke 
We’re playing on ourselves 
I don’t want the sun 
And its insistent heat 
I don’t need the clouds 
Or the people that I see 
Wandering around like dazed puppets 
Numbed on the drugs of old 
I just want to go my own way 
And to question what we know 
The moon in all its mystery 
Its quiet grace 
Greets and bids me fair tidings 
Hoping that something will treat me well 
A lone friend in a world 
Full of followers and beggars 
Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions 
And this moon smiles
Gives a nod of approval 
It can see me 
Breaking out from behind my clouds 
And shining into the world 
A second sun 
A light guiding my own way 


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Dark Lust

A single hand Reaches for the light,
I touch your pail skin,
with Hate within,
no life in my soul,
but love in my eye,
darkness falls as I kiss you good by,
daemon love,
As the sun falls,
and darkness rises,
I lick your neck,
you quiver with lust,
as I bite your lip,
blood drips down your chin,
I rub your hip with a twisted grin,
lust in the darkest hour,
blood taste like a crimson flower,
your skin pale,
and eyes blue,
hell is home for me and you,
as our body's touch,
the heat is insane,
moving together like,
sweat in a amber rain,
energy is Strong,
as we kiss through the night,
and I lick your bloody lip,
and kiss your soul good bye,
I slash your skin,
with my dark nails,
rotting flesh,
what a lovely smell,
your pail skin reflects the moon light,
blood and sweat,
we begin to bite,
the fog rises,
and the grass is wet,
troubling thoughts,
from the human pets,
the sun peaks,
and we kiss the sky,
time to say goodnight,
and good bye.


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Rose of Thorns

Bound by love, your prisoner, distraught and lonely, I wait for you. My present 
being, yearning for us, tortured, time stands still as our acquaintance subdue. At 
the beach, nigh to the dunes, was our Eden, where you, my flower bloomed.

You were the pain, my last chance-dire. From my whole, you remained at our 
wake, the caroling water of dreams. We're shoreline deep, and, in the sand, our 
bodies remain. This is our sanctuary, or so it seems, until we bleed away. 

 In our youth, the sun smiled upon us, two innocents among the sinful tide. Your 
smile, the true sunrise to my days, awoke me from a dream. Shy and timid, I 
waited for you under the setting sun everyday. Holding hands, we confided in one 
another, confessing our fears and pain. As the evenings gently caressed the 
days from their stature, the moon lit our nights and the stars caught our eyes as 
they fell towards each other. 

The moon Shone like a precious fire on our wounds endless ires.  And, to be 
frank, I could not speak. From my lips to your cheek, seconds that were 
moments, I was afraid.  Like a child visiting the ocean for the first time, my touch 
refrained. I steadily explored your currents pull. Its strength consumed my 
tireless whims.  Like a blade, smooth and clean, we sunk core-deep and fell into 
each other until only one remained. 

Precious memories, so long ago, fallen from Eden, I can’t let go. Into the sea, my 
eyes gaze at what was once a boundless beauty to I, but now as gray as a 
wounded soul, it beckons me towards a watery grave.

My head is a specter lost in a maze of lies looking for you.  It gazes at paths once 
walked in the light of innocence.  Now, subdued, I float, sometimes in rage.  
There's only one thing that remains true.  Your beauty makes me want to lose my 
virtues.      

Waves of memories break in a hypnotic pattern; times of frolic betray their first 
intentions, spiraling my heart downward. Words of infidelity stain the paper in my 
hands, telling me to wait for one last dream, a nightmare. So as I read, I wait, like 
I had done so many times before, for you, not a flower, but a rose of thorns. 

In a mirror, much like a pool, my fingers scratch the surface and sink through.  I 
can touch our times and look back on them, but I can't explain why I can't fall in 
love again, not with you.  You whispered my name and turned away.  Until the 
end, we were friends, until the end, over and over again. Like a flower, I've wilted, 
wilted in shame.  



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the incomplete poem

red fragments of plastic litter the
sandy soil at my feet
i gather them with one at a time
while my soul searches for a song to impart
my pen grows strange in my hand
its words have a feel to them
foreign deranged

the phrases float disjointedly
they refuse to knit into a poem
while my mind is troubled by a scattering
of autumn winds
the red fragments arranged randomly
on the small backyard table
sunshine illuminates each with precise clarity
the fragments are my poem
and i shuffle the pieces back and forth
trying with a maddened mind
to knit them into a beautiful bird
but they only keep forming the ugly face distorted
they keep moving of their own accord
to form a jagged edge
i breath and suck at my coffee mug

the red fragments thorny in my head
they have sand clinging to them
and bits of the brackish water that
the nights rain had left for me
these words are incomplete visions
mere phrases like incongruous men walking
random paths in a field
when two meet they shout their ideas
at eachother and part company full of
suspicious glares
a draft of this randomly worded madness
flows from my unwilling pen
the red fragmentation
of the incomplete poem


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At The End There Was A Smile

I saw her as the sun set
She was standing there
Not noticing me
Naked she stood there
Staring straight ahead
She never moved
I watched her
She looked at the sky
Maybe wondering what was beyond
What Heaven was like
She never knew what life could be
Her face was worn and tired
Beaten by age and life
She knew nothing but pain
She didn’t want to remember
But she had no choice
She held a picture
To precious to throw away
It was her life
She never looked at it
She held it close to her breasts
There was a breeze
It rolled across her face
Carrying the scent of distant flowers
Maybe it could’ve meant hope
A last chance
But she never felt it
She never said a word
She stood as still as death
For her there was no world
There was no one
There was nothing to live for
I saw her as the sun set
I saw her leap
She flew like an angel
Only for the briefest of time
But she had found a peace
She had found her smile
I watched her as she fell
And I saw her become no more


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Sunrise

It is a glorious sunrise
On this early misty summer morning
The first rays of the sun breaking through
Slowly lighting up the ending night sky
The colors are magnificent and radiant
The sun light starting to kiss my skin
The soft puffy clouds in the blue sky
I close my eyes to absorb my surroundings
The ever slight breeze caressing my body
I inhale slowly, letting the cool air fill my lungs
The silence is almost deafening
I could stay here forever in this perfect moment
I feel relaxed and almost giddy
My emotions running wild with glee
I open my eyes and take in the wondrous view
The sun now rising above the horizon
The birds are awakening, ringing in the new day
The dew on the grass, glistening like diamonds


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Sudden Darkness

It seems that now the clouds have come
So dark, as the sun stays there behind
The shining down that once existed
Has now gone, but remains on my mind

I can feel the sun hovering, though not seen
I can almost feel the pull from its rays
But yet, I look and cannot truly see
While hoping, praying, for a lift of the haze

I shall keep looking forever to the sky
With hopes that soon, the clouds will roll by