I guide my body,
but my soul I do not.
They've slowly broken apart.
The darkness screams at me,
trying to reel me in.
"they're gone," they say.
"you're nothing but pitty and sin."
Though most think it's hard to step foot in this place,
it takes true strength to find another way.
As the black swallows me whole,
I see a million bright lights.
I lay there in my sorrow,
and know the stars are mine tonight.
Somehow they -- uniquely twinkling --
take my feelings on adventures to slow my breathing.
They strongly look through me,
and have my mind soaked
with things like courage, and happiness, and hope.
I lay there for hours until their vivid wisdom fades.
the dreadful transition of night to day.
When the sun gradually peaks over the horizon,
I notice the pain in my hand from clenching my knife.
But as the light shines upon me,
the only feeling I have is the feeling of life.
I stand face to face with the greatest star of all.
Feeding off of its power, I break down my wall.
The sun shows me the paths that I have to choose from,
but it's up to me to choose the right one.
I'm ready to cut ties with the sadness I hold.
I shall live my life right and pick the right way to go.
I'm eager for night to fall,
to show them that they were right.
They all found their way.
The stars are mine tonight.
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,
It was a fair day for neglect.
Some say once he had been aware,
But life had hollowed him out,
Left him a shell,
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?
At dusk the amber eye begins to close
Our dusty anthills fading from its sight
The midnight moonfright black-lit aura grows
Entrenching us in hollow, fiend-filled night
We lose ourselves and lose all sense of sense
We lose the light and then lose sight of sight
The baying wolves with daytime’s sun dispense
Their basest instincts echo through the sky
The praying men seek divine vigilance
And nighttime’s hooded chaos leads to sin
And hide the compass from humanity
And so the fearful seek the light within
Yet know they need the sun at reveille
The light and dark in order intertwine
Just like a rosary, a rosary
The summer sun has gone into hiding
leaving us with these cloud covered skies.
The west bound breeze is cold and damp.
Happy moods are dampened too.
Clouds equal depression
as sun equals joy.
Gone just one day,
I miss it.
I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me.
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.
Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -
Left were the
together with the late sunset wind.
Tiny golden flecks
imprinting on the soft white
laces and trims.
Catching shadow images
of the last rays of brilliance,
blending slowly in yellow embers,
forming orange coals,
turning into sunkissed glow
of a sad goodbye.
ever so softly fading
into dullness and cloudless cold.
And as the night falls,
its shadowy self dances
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still
for what is left.
No traces of the sun
whose magnificence and radiance
had touched the leaves of laughter
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking,
early had the mind sensing.
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness
the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown
by someone I wish I had known.
If only I could frolic
where little lads had been early today -
in the meadows,
by the pond,
along the shores,
around friendly trees and smiling flowers,
with the meadowlarks and chirpy games,
I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day,
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn.
If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun,
I'd give away anything.
Just for something this grand.
The mind wills but the heart groans.
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles.
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly, I could catch the sun.
Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.
Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.
All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.
I do not know?
The music blasts in my ears, Blocks out all around me.
The screaming, the fighting, the crying, the dying, Some where else never here.
My mind ventures off to the land i created, where i am alone, no one to tell me I'm worth nothing, no one to tell me i do wrong, just me alone.
The sun rises the sun sets, The same routine everyday.
No escaping, No where to go, If there was any hope left, I would not sit here the way I am.
The happiness is gone, The lights have gone out.
I see the stars come closer, as the world around me slowly disappears, slowly vanishing, disinigrating, evaporating, My spirit is gone.
No one notices, no one cares, as for what i see.
How could my life be different?
I will never know.
If i stayed would things be better?
No more screams, No more tears, Everything is at peace.
I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
Broken glass litters the street,
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.
I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try.
"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.
ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.
The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land,
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
But no time for reminiscing.
I must find a way out of this...
A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.
I knew I must find a hospital, quick,
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South?
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?
I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere.
I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support,
but I couldn't let that stop me.
The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift,
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.
Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die,
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.
I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.
Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"
I CAN SEE!
"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply,
"Yes. Yes I am."
Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.
Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.
From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.
September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.
But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.
I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.
Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.
I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.
Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.
September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.
I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.
Written August 29, 2013
She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun
I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns
I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet
So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns
A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.
Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and
and show her the path that leads back to
Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through
and I want to hear the birds sing love
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
As the golden rays of sunlight creep into my bedroom window,
I hold my tears back, yearning for just a few more hours to hold you.
Time has grown to be my nemesis, my curse,
For I realize that when the sun ascends into the heavens, I descend into the pits of hell.
As I give in to your embrace and caress your tender caramel skin,
I dream of time coming to a standstill, where eternity is our safe haven.
For now though I must press my lips against yours and say my farewells,
Slowly walking away, gazing back as you depart, I begin to call out to you.
Don’t abandon me, let us travel the world, and discover things
We never dreamed of, and grow old together.
However you can’t hear me say these absurd things, and I begin to asphyxiate,
I lust for the sensation of your touch, and I yearn for the echo of your voice.
Patience, I tell myself, in due time we will be as we should,
And when that time comes we shall watch the sun rise every morning and I will breathe
I try not to say
Sorry to Japan the morn
Sunshine of Asia
I won’t be tempted
To further cloud this sore heart
With my sea water
It is not distance
That holds back the salty fluid
From my eyes but love
My own apartment
Is flooded with Japanese
My countrymen are
Just like the moving sun and
Cannot not be there
Friend’s a teacher in China
Shining so, so close
Japan has become
My backyard in this new world
Small global village
And the eyes also
Suffer the heat of pepper
Eaten by the mouth
So your pain, Japan
Has clouded my sanity
Yet I say weep not!
For by blood have kings
Wore their crowns; and with blood have
Empires been painted
And in blood do women
Deliver forth newborn babes
Blood brings good tidings
By blood had Asia
Risen above its storms. Ask
India, ask China
So weep not Japan
For blood does bring good tidings
In all climes and times
Let the rain wash off
The pain from your memory
The rite is over
Let the sun renew
Your seas and shores to prepare
You for the new dawn.
They are angry
At us for deceiving
We're left in this cold alley
Thrown like dog's
Im waiting for the right time
But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here
Because of a religion im a target
Because i want to be myself
They want me
And my beloved
Please tell me your ok
Tell me is over now
All she asked me
My self with frozen tears falling down
A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven
She said i am lying
Sometimes truth is hidden between lies
She want's me to hold her tight
But we must play dead until every one else die
I asked her back
Do you remember?
When We met each other
Playing dead with the dogs
She said back
And look at us now
Playing dead again with death by the side
I told her there how much i loved her
She stood quiet
After long seconds she said with her trembling voice
Snow is cold
Heart is not strong
I told her to focus
It was gonna be over soon
Then she said repeated i love you
Then i stood quiet
I was gonna say love you too
When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies
I looked at her pretty eyes
Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You"
Right there bullets got her
Her blood was every were
The soldier wasted all his bullets
Then he left
My cried there
But the cold didn't my tears fall
Two nights later
The invasion was over
I was able to stop playing dead
I ran to her body
And hug it tight
Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times
For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel
I looked at the sun with fear
And asked why did she left...
She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die
Not with my son inside
Then tears broke from my eyes like a river
Two lives in one
How can that embrace my life
Then i stood up and walked away
The note i never lend to her...
My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either
send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to
remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you
will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright
there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on
the pocket, i'll be back home darling...
Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz
Why is it that the 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.
She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,
Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,
The blackened sky revives in blue.
Sky’s mess of gray becomes a hue.
The robin chirps to see the dawn,
Now all await what has been gone.
The sphere most bright, a circle smear
Unfolds straight upward, very near
Until the sun appears in sight.
From edge of nothing creeps the light.
But on this morn came sickly rot,
The black seas rambled from the spot
Where sky had fallen into dust.
The currents smelled of curdled must.
The final fate was clear depicted,
And from a morning unpredicted
Earth's life was taken surprise,
And nevermore the sun would rise.
Horizon cracked, the grasses blood,
Raw reddened scabs of flooded mud.
The living pierced in lung and heart,
Convulsion’s dance, perverted art.
The stifled screams of gasping pain
Are deadened in the viscous rain.
Now stiffened carcasses will lay
And putrefy in crimson clay.
Where magma tongues caress the sod,
Come bright endowments from our God.
The sackcloth moon unthreads and burns
The twisted gods did mankind spurn.
Silent as a windows pane that upon
I perch my head.
As the rain pounds against the
Transparent wall, I cannot find
Any rest or peace. I wonder why
Oh dear Lord it continuously rains
The sun always shines on some one
Else door step, Self-Woe only
Barricades my only exit/
I sit in my corner chained back
Wondering why no one will free
Me of this great big lie.
There’s a invisible thread that
Awaits me every morning I take
My first step. Like a wild animal
I fight what I cannot see yet its there
Keeping me from being free.
I wonder if I really tried to do better
This time in less you agree I am just
A loser someone who is just making it
Through life under others expense.
I took a chance went outside saw that
The rain wasn’t there, the sun in
Shining finally over my effort to be
Strong at no one else expense.
Your hands are like sunshine that
warms the inner parts of my soul.
The rays warming my inner being,
keeps me thinking of how the colors
of the flowers are so vibrant and
powerful in their activity.
As the flowers dance in a slight breeze,
the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous,
so shiny, so many.
As the night fades, the sun warms the day,
The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again,
with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
All poems are copyright!©
Carried forth between two trees
It seems the wind has got the best of me
Pushing me off of my two feet
I crumble down into the soil
The sun licks at me
And I gaze tiredly towards the sky
Alone between two trees
The gap where the sun lies
The sun lies
Your soul dies
Lost it seems, but the direction is clear
I suppose the only thing holding me back is fear
I try to pull myself back up
But the soil sticks to me like glue
It beats upon me, abusing my mind
My black clothes swelter, I wasn't ready for this
The two trees grin upon my woe
The dread stays and your soul goes
The sun grins
Your heart thins
I wish I can reach between those trees
To stand upon the air - to see what God sees
As my woe deepens in the soil
Would I not look down upon myself...
Only to see me spoil
I suppose you can stay where you are
After all you are too far
To find me and heal
I've fallen between two trees and the sun cannot feel
But tear the heart
And scorch the soul
I was carried here
Could I be carried once more?
Would anyone out there find me?
I suppose the one that's far
Can heal the scorching scar
If one could mend a scorching...torn-up soul
If one could bear this heart to hold
A young man eager with intentions but shy at heart
The sun had nearly dried his soul, yet he held
And her violent sickness still lingered in the darkness
He dwelled quietly in the basement under warm blankets
Alone apparent in the empty evenings pining for everything
And then a jerk, hard and firm, like a helpful noose
To the crucible of command, burning over his men
His voice strained in the dust and drought
As the sun once again flailed fat from his flanks
A ripe piglet for the blades of men, a hard path
The red ran out of the rose, and much for misery
No more simple smiles, just pain and pressure
His skin began to blister, there was nothing left to do
Late one night he gave in and the shell began to form
Wrought iron, his soul would forever be tempered
Harder it grew, though he wished to remain supple
There was no choice, no option, and then the return
A gap in guard but then a new blaze on the horizon
No rest, no hope, no more candles, just more iron
Complete armor for the onslaught, just to survive
But with that iron, with that protection came a darkness
Ferrous parts drew out from the air an ill corrosion
It grew and grew on the outer shell, but he could not see.
Another ally? They would not mistake his kindness
This darkness would speak for him, speak his piece
No need for love or selflessness, no need for others
Just his own needs, no one else matters, only him
The darkness spoke volumes and he relented
"Take what you want, the heck with the rest, they are weak"
And he allowed it, he indulged it, he became It
In the woods the shadows fade
as the sun falls away
the darkness hides the trees inside
the woods come alive.
Hear the sounds the owls make
as they hunt for their sake.
Scattering feet running to hide
little mice trying to fly
the owls are hungry,its their time
to eat and scare the shadows inside.
Now the sun is opening up
the darkness fades and the light shines
the owls sleep and all is safe
for the mice are scampering all around
pleased to know they are safe and sound.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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.
Dry and dry, bereaving so
I wait for the sun to let it be
Words that didn't have far to go
Been a long time since you and me
Gross solitude with sexy scars
Careless, the crumbled sheet is torn
Muffled thoughts, beating the bars
For confessions, damn forlorn
As the roads grow the miles
We think of ways to meet
Melodies of endless smiles
Rhythms of our heart beat
Where the moon and the sun never greets
We found ourselves to stare
Swept we were into different streets
I had found my heaven elsewhere,
Saw you point your laser beam
All these times, you made your space,
Where I became an alien being
I dropped my soul at its face.
Collared t-shirts, drunken dudes
Blood, gore and rock 'n roll
Lost in cigarettes, smoky moods
Our pissed swagger/ stroll...
Once the dreams, next the world
The afterlife fantasies
Promises made and later swirled,
Dawdling killer conspiracies
Today, we are so sadly strayed,
You don't seem to remember now
The times we spent, the secrets shared,
Emancipation from the last bows
Still you say we will live
But HOW? Just How? may I ask...
As you don't seem to strip my mask
The forever show of "Its okay.."
Your ignorance of my pain,
I cant keep up with the feign,
I might just die, one fine day.
Again, Stupidity will make me free
I'll run, I'll fly... Even though,
Memories of you will stay with me,
Wherever the hell I go.
~~~~~~~~~ 'Stupidity 2.0' Dedicated to a friend ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~ For the first part refer to 'Stupidity', in my poems ~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written January 30, 2013
A lame duck calls and asks me for the key
To The Barn on Sycamore
A dog drenched down for everyone to see
Walk a line cut thin by your disease
Frayed then dyed and petrified
A moral conscience longing to believe
The flood gates poured before you learned to breath
Fighting up and falling down
Swim around in circles till you're freed
When smooth libations yield vibrating needs
Sunlight wakes us from our sleep
To get all our affairs in order, so we can repeat
Life After Midnight
Night after night I sit alone
I wait for the sun to rise to give me freedom
No one to talk to
The world sleeps at 4:20 AM
I watch reruns of Dr. Who
I play games on the computer
I write to a woman in Australia who has become my friend
Knowing she is there soothes my mind and allows me to think
The only life I see is a small rat devouring the cheese I left for him
He has become a pet despite the fact that I will never stroke his fur
I call him Doctor after the character on the TV screen
It is a silent world without ever a word being spoken
Occasionally an idea passes through my dying mind
I stop to write it down keystroke by keystroke
Will I remember it when the sun rises over distant mountains?
The seconds, minutes and hours drag by as if being held back
I know the world keep turning at its regular speed
One thousand miles an hour throughout the night
It’s 4:28 AM and I know the sun will be rising in two hours
I count down the time second by second
Then, once the sunlight fills my bedroom, I will be able to sleep
I will be able to dream until the sun sets in the west
Then I will write, watch TV and feed my pet rat
That is my life
Life without sun.
The life of my dreams
not with the fresh promise of a new day.
the air is thick with promise and fear.
The sun shines bright.
Its rays only a fraction,
a spattering of pink and yellow light.
This morning is cold.
The day begins in a different way.
Though sounds signal this gathering life,
the morning sky is neither blue nor grey.
Mid morning sky becomes a gathering storm.
A strong fury,
the end seems near.
v e r y s l o w l y,
the storm passes.
The clouds clear and promise is again thick.
The sun’s rays are strong,
but still the air is curiously cool.
Warmth is absent.
Warmth is craved.
Its absence is feared.
Perhaps it is warmer there,
But here it’s not unbearably cold.
The flickers of warmth from a distant sun,
An ancient ball of gas billions of lifetimes old,
whose rays are curiously and unbearably obscured.
Eight minutes old waves,
illuminate fears felt but not heard.
A bird soars high,
warm and free
from the thickness of promise,
and the absence of heat.
The sun now sits high in the limitless blue,
with warmth still frighteningly distant.
Alone, though not, in a day half-way through.
Alone, cold, and now trapped in what seemed but an instant.
The burdens of a day only half-gone,
encumbered by a life only half-spent.
The fleeting memory of warmth leaves only greater desire,
Its passing a scar in a life only half-went.
The only thing worse might be no scar at all.
What has this afternoon,
and this night to bring?
Will they pass with grace, poise, and bright warm sun?
Might they deliver a joy that will sing?
Will they bring warmth from the promise of tomorrow?
Or might the warmth of the sun never reach this day?
Might they repeat the day’s early sorrow?
Perhaps the promise of a day that will never really be seen?
Or will they bring ever more cold, more pain?
Or might they bring the birth of wings?
Whatever, may the end come swiftly.
Let the burning cold come with the flash of a moment.
For this day has been long,
These scars are many and they run long and deep.
May this end come like an eagle,
for it be too long if comes with a creep.
It has been too long, too dark and too cold.
It has been far too painful, and too lonely to grow old.
The sun rises and the sun sets
a new day comes, yesterday forgets
a loving kiss and warm embrace
two souls joined, face to face
Time passes, feelings change
no longer exits, this warm exchange
further on, and still growing more apart
forgetting all that love, they had from the start
Now although they consider to divorce
thoughts of their children cause them remorse
so they make decisions attempting to find a way
to limit any pain, that their children will be okay
Despite their good intentions, they think they know
but only their children feel the pain that will flow
that day finally arrives, the one you were told
it could never happen, it would never unfold
The stark and painful reality, some adults never see
they give up too easily, and for what, just to let egos be
if they only had the wisdom to open their hearts and be free
to learn this meaning called compromise, and make their love agree
Yes, my friend, you're thinking how you relate to the words of this poem
deep down your know you too are a survivor, and that time has shown
you grew up with that pain, asking yourself what purpose was it all for
the answer is clear, do not let it happen to your own as it did to you before
I do not know?
I face each day in a wonderful way
With the light from the sun when it’s shinning
As I start to address the day ahead
I dismiss all thoughts of impending desires
I think to myself, on this very day
My thoughts will not lead me astray
I do so believe that I want it to be
A day just like the rest
As the sun sets in the west,
The evening approches
I know I must face the impending desires
Before I can finally rest
So I lay in my bed with the thoughts in my head
Unable to sleep I sit up and can’t breathe
Then comes the sweat and drenched I undress
I still think of impending desires
With this thought in my mind
Will I make it in time
When I think it’s the end
I let go and pretend
The morning is near
I let go of my fear and all impending desires
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.
I do not know?
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.
When the sun shines
Ablaze and about to burst
Flames touch the tips of trees
Igniting them with shock
Bursts of excruciating contentment descends
Directing me with the courage for tomorrow
Pools of depraved memories wane
The lines of sorrow die out in the air
When the sun shines
When the sun hides
Unexpected clouds tumble in to color the sky ashen
Casting the shower of days gone by upon your appearance
Puddles rematerialize with a commanding poise
The reverberations of a virtuous day
Days comparable to these are when I finish most dreadful
Ambition wearing out of my body
When the sun hides
All that I am is twisted into knotts,
my chest is heavy, I can't breath.
I am being smothered by my own fears,
somebody please come set me free.
Wishing I was free from the voices in my head,
and the constant screaming in my ears.
I pray for just a moment of silence,
to make them magically disappear.
It's always busy upstairs,
there is never a dull moment.
There is constant movement from sun up to sun down,
and my sanity has all been spent.
There's nothing left but the voices I hear,
my insanity has all control.
I'm just a pawn in a never ending game,
all of it is eating away at my soul.
I feel tied down by leather straps,
with there many commands I must follow.
Held capative by my own mental defects,
hold back all emotions don't ever let them show.
I just need a moment
My Brain Feels Clogged
But Aint nothing coming to mind
No word Rollin down
Like ya People Tired of bein
In this recession
Im tired of bein stuck in
I can keep this pain
Only for a moment
Theres a limit
Thats why i let the Pain
Bleed out the Pencil
Paper and Pen
Thats Tha Best two Utensil
My Life be gettin Worst by
I be pinching myself
So many times
That i notice
This is no Bad Dream
That i notice
That i gotta Meet up
Face to Face With My
The thing that
Been Sprinting In
My mind is
If the Sun Comes up
Will i Smile
Lord if the sun comes up
Please Shine Some Brightness
But If the Sun Dont Come up
Searching for a Positive
As the Darkness Trys to
Put a Negative Energy
The sun beats down on a leather face,
The burnt remnants of a trying past.
Saddened eyes gazing towards nothing,
The empty stare of a life harassed.
A single pair of footsteps trailing,
Disappearing into the distance.
Weighted footprints from a heavy heart,
The proof of lonely perseverance.
Barely standing on two blood stained feet,
Supporting old knees so rickety.
A silhouette wavering in wind,
The epitome of frailty.
Essence escapes from every pore,
A heavy musk, reeking of defeat.
The remains of a figure once proud,
Desire's fire finally obsolete.
Well versed in the language of failure,
Silent screams, shattered dreams so hollow.
The crying sun eternally sets,
Dark shadows stretch until tomorrow.
A weary soul in search of haven,
Quickly rejected by Heaven's Gate.
Overcome with exhaustion, yet still,
Reluctant to surrender to fate.
Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.
The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.
But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.
Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.
A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.
It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.
And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.
Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.
Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.
The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;
Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.
Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.
Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.
Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.
Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.
A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.
The burning skies teaming with gray.
Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.
Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,
Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.
In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;
Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.
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 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
© 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
The early sun burns through my window
Pointing its accusing rays on me
“Late! It is late! ” It seemed to say
Urging me awake from a slumber
That bears down a heavy load upon my shoulders
Such that I cannot rise from where I lay.
“Late! It is late! ” The sun seemed to say,
The heat annoying as it graze my skin.
Urging me awake, urging
Like a lady who’s kept waiting on date
A couple of hours too late.
What would I give for a couple more hours of sleep
While the rest of the world is frenzied;
The sound of hurried hooves outside scurry
To earn the right for a meal.
Me? The rest of my afternoon looms
Empty as vacuum.
I do not know?
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.
As the sun goes down
And darkness fills the air
My depression rises
It’s more than I can bear.
My life seems so fragile
I dread joining the dead
My eyes start their weeping
As I lie in my bed.
I struggle to be still
But my mind is consumed
With jealous forebodings
Each betrayal exhumed.
And the night drags on
The nightmares won’t cease
I wait for the morning
To bring me release.
The sky changes color
The black turns to grey
The stars start to fade
As I continue to pray.
The sun makes an entrance
Golden rays kiss my face
My frozen heart thaws
I’m in a better place.
I bask in the soft light
As my demons all flee
Inner joy bubbles up
The sun has rescued me!
I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her memory. It was a dark and very sad time and I miss her so much. The Invisible Man poems are supposed to to show the the darkness of my world, the way I felt. They are very precious to me. Thank you for reading.
The invisible man goes behind the stores looking for some food, by then he has
had enough the bitterness and hate. He thinks if he has happy thoughts he will be happy.
It seems its always a warm spring day when I walk with you down my memory lane,
I remember always holding hands with you as we smile and walk down there again,
The sun is shining brightly with flowers budding along the pathways of the past,
Pointing out little birds and beautiful wild flowers are my memories that last,
No clouds dare to mar the sun's watery glow, which melts into skies of soft blue,
No shadows would dare to mask the sun when I'm walking back in time with you,
From those long ago golden times I remember only happiness and never any tears,
Those were the most beautiful days of my life, the sweetest of all my many years,
For a short while I forget my loneliness the dreadful loss the hurting and the pain,
It’s always spring and happiness when we hold hands skipping down old memory lane.
Thinking of the past makes him so very sad, sadness that comes from deep within,
A wrenching passion that makes him lower his head into his coat to hide his warm,
tears that uncontrollably drip from his gaunt cheeks and splash on his ruined shoes.
Nasty bullying men taunting him and pointing out what he already knows that he is a
cancer on society that he stinks worse than the garbage he rummages through and would
better off dead.He shuffles past these people and leans on a wall Invisible sobs loudly he can't stop.
All the pain and constant sadness is too much so he goes to a supermarket and buys some,
cheap booze to ease the pain. He queues with his bottle of cheap vodka his face still wet
with tears. Everyone moves from his queue to another one Invisible cannot get out of the
shop quick enough. He sits on a bench in the shopping center and begins to drink.
The more he drinks the quieter the taunts are. Darkness hides him in neon light his sadness
is now bearable.He sits with his bottle between his legs and just stares at the floor and
as the booze disappears so does Invisible.
When the Sun and the Seaside Kissed
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Oh, how lovely the view that summer’s eve.
When the sun and the seaside kissed.
There stood on the shore a soul bereaved.
For the heart had known not life’s bliss.
By the wind’s gentle breeze silhouette beheld.
And caressed a soul’s tearful mist.
Heavenly smile, a little bit wild,
Somehow strangely beckoned, hissed.
The heart strongly longed for the splendor awhile.
Invitation did not resist.
This day that I speak of was long ago.
Pain embraced a sweet soul in the midst.
We both know; spirits soared that night.
Hope’s summons had not been missed.
Witnessed by God, the angels sang.
Then, they wrote our names on a list.
That day, death’s call was washed away.
And love for an eternity clasped.
Invocation! Death could not enlist.
Standing there crying in the mist,
The wind blowing ever so free,
Salty air was my only kiss.
How deadly my view that summer’s eve.
For this heart had known not life’s bliss.
God sent you to rescue me.
And enlightened my soul’s tearful kiss.
We stood relieved and sang on the shore.
When the sun and the seaside kissed.
Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean
I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and faded at the foot of the fissure
The natural awning shielded us from the sun
As the waves lapped slowly at her feet and not much further from mine
“What a view,” I said, resting my weight against the rocky walls
She looked up at me as if coming from a dream
For a minute, she just sat there looking wretched
Heavy-handed, droopy mouth, bags under her eyes
But then she managed a smile; a weary smile
I returned it, then looked off at the ocean
The waves disappeared behind the horizon
And the sun fixed its reflection across the seascape
“Why are you here?” she asked with the effort of true curiosity
Squinting her eyes and pressing her face above her mouth
She’d been staring at the sun again
She could probably scarcely see me
I forced a smile and sat down close beside her
“The sun’s not going to help you, you know,” I said matter-of-factly
I continued to look at her as she buried her face in her legs again
Her dirty blonde hair wafting with the wind like meteor showers
“I know,” she said, muffling her speech
Looking away for a minute, I turned back to see her with tears in her eyes
“But what else will?” she genuinely asked, and softly sobbed
My mouth hung loose at her irregular directness
Eventually catching myself, I put my arm around her shoulder
“I will. We all will,” I said and smiled once again
In doing so she then relaxed her head on my shoulder
And for those few minutes, believed me fully
Somewhere deep within, she knew the truth though
And it would remain there, no matter how comforting my lies got
I do not know?
Today is not the day to change,
I fear my heart feels rather strange,
For ever since the day did break,
I could not strain; my heart can't wake.
The sun burns bright, it swells my skin,
The birds chirp loud of mortal sin,
Although she's left, I long for Night,
We weep alone, away from sight.
Tomorrow's moon waits still below,
For me, the morning sun climbs slow,
But now I do not wish to start,
The task that yearns to quell my heart.
Though someday far, I must conclude,
This sullen life of solitude,
It cannot be this westbound gale,
That lifts my heart and fills my sail.
July 14th, 2012
By: Sami LaRose
I'm high and dry and dying is a trend these days
In the dark days of November is
where I'm most okay
Lost in the cold without a soul, when it is okay to be alone
It's in the summer where things get funnier
I start to run away
I hide in corners and lurk in the shadows until the sun goes away
And night time is the right time to go out and get away
It's nice in the dark, the sun is too hot for someone who's always in a haze
The golden touch of the end- of- Summer-leaves
along with the coolness of the Summer's rays as they fade into the past
Together bring as saddness as if an old friendship is once again lost
As all my Autumns have been painful as the Summer sun does pass
And friendships die along with the heat of the sun and perhaps
they never were real or would last
My heart dreads another year of cold, ice=like pain and the winds
blowing heavy as my pain begins
Again, as only a reminder of how alone I am ..in my thoughts and my in my life
So, perhaps it is near the end.
A hopelessness surrounds me as each day I wake withj fear
how will i get anyplace or where i want to go
And only the quiet of my sleep , where dreams lead me to places i still know
BGut even then, i wake in pain,my body burns with pain
i try to think of happier days but they too have faded with the sun
to be or not to be is not the question here
but do i want to be a part of another year...
i find no joy in singing or talking on the phone
but find i am playing a part of a person that i don't even know
where have i gone and what have i to show in this dust- coated room?
I do not know?
I sit in my room alone and I cry.
In my heart I find the urge to die.
The earth so cold I want to fly.
In my heart I find the urge to die.
So many times I’m forced to say goodbye,
And in my heart I find the urge to die.
If you look too close you’ll find sadness in my eyes,
Cause in my heart I find the urge to die.
I’ve searched so long and I can’t find that special guy,
So in my heart I find the urge to die.
I have hope I have dreams, I want to touch the sky,
But in my heart but I find the urge to die.
To be good and wholesome, God knows I try,
Still in my heart I find the urge to die.
From sun up to sun down I fight this massive craving,
But the voice in head refuses to stop raving.
I rise up, I stand tall, I lean against it all,
Things will get better as long as God is my wall.
This poem is dedicated to
A young lady, 23 years old raped by gang in Delhi in India and died on the 13th day of her victimization. She sacrificed her life for change.
over the centuries degrading and humiliation is women's fate.
methodology of mentality brutalized to hide evidence at any rate.
time was running same, sun rises in the west and sets in the east,
torturing mankind, killing innocents, and raping poor as serving beast.
what was a day?
A rising sun fired anger, clouds thrown thorns, air pinched nails in hearts,
why is pain victimized me; ghosts are playing blindness and deafness of darts?
what rules; prominent justified a stylish woman inspired sex,to rape her wildly,
To open a show publicly, not to touch her;seeking justification of duties cowardly.
who can live in history?
but people still live as a woman statue is as a symbol of worship as God.
spirituality sounds inhuman methods to destroy intestine to rape with an iron rod.
no dog has bark or a beetle twinkled when a bleeded statue of God has thrown,
but a stone heart bouncing box pushed her on bed of a white crown.
who will mind her?
air stops to blow, death flooded strength and butterflies cried against shadows to glow,
but green-hoppers pulled up the barriers to secure white collar cows they run slow.
everyone listened roar of a lion; complains who disturbed his sleep,
moon is still there, stars disappeared why roaming in a field a sheep.
what do i need to do?
Birds are treeting in the jungle; fire is silent to burn a petal,
if wolves attacked on a lamb then why do they whisper against a beetle?
no need to change a statue of traditions that are serving justice from roots,
Discipline is not obeying an order no need to grow new shoots.
what is possible to do?
let them to cry for few days the tiredness will hide them under stones,
no need to change system for justice that will survive for Indian cripple bones.
lord Rama examined her wife and asked to justify her purity on a burning pile,
a woman has provocational nature we condemn her living a naked style.
what do we need to learn?
prevail a woman has cultural values; a man is worshiping God not for tradition's crash,
women is as shoe for a man; her wisdom is in ankles religion lightening golden flash.
but a victimized girl cried,' don't waste my sacrifice' save innocents to change a cruel dash.
never forgive them, punished them they are criminal and running a system for harsh.
I do not know?
Cold Days and Dark Night's
Seems I'm always in the shade
When will my sun come out,
Will it ever come out one day?
My feelings must escape
to feel the suns rays
As I try and control this rage
It seems I am in a cage
A cage of my emotions
emotionless I will stay
Until I find the key to life
and successfully plot my escape
While here on this earth
I will try and find my place
Everyones sun gets brighter
My sun stays the same
colorless and grey, my skin gets pale
all this depression and misery
My family cannot even tell
So as My sun seems to stay
alone and look away
I guess things will get brighter
Brighter for me one day
Many a poem I have written about masks and pain.
Even occasionally I have written about my strengths, and my gains.
I just want to say; life goes either way.
Pain is rain.
Rain brings new life.
New life brings love.
Love brings pain.
Pain, once again, brings rain.
Rain where the thunder makes the hurt go away.
The sun brings a smile.
A smile brings hope.
Hope brings dreams.
Dreams bring the shooting stars to wish upon,
And the sun follows the stars.
Much abused, and much used.
Much relied on, much loved is lavished upon.
Much hurt, much strength.
So much smiles for so much pain.
As warm and gentle as a ray of sunshine in the rain.
As loved and lonely as the first bud of spring.
So strong and so weak, a simply complex thing.
Despite my ravishing hunger
I am ever so full
The barrage of rolling thunder
Joins the moaning of the ghoul
The sun is blocked by clouds
The fog obscures my sight
While my soul is filled with doubts
I refuse to see the light
But the sun peeks through and shines
Despite the tyrant storm
My amaryllis flower
Of my soul has just been born
Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)
Strolling down the street hand on my gat,
with the sun at my back ready to attack.
Slow to the fight quick to react,
always marching forward never looking back.
10 months in the desert not a drop of rain,
only thing I've sen is suffering and pain.
The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain,
to end my own life I try to refrain.
Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier,
never making it home my only fear.
Another explosion in the distance all I hear,
as I push forward hoping the end is near.
Watching the sun set I sit there and pray,
that I will make it through yet another day.
All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs,
4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade.
Will I make it home I do not know,
for in my countries arms lies my soul.
My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll,
and the hope of going home is all I know.
I've got the Sun in My soul
Your eyes on my skin...my imperfection
I've got the misled night under my spell
I am the one who has left her in a trance
Here in her midnight i am her storm,her marauder for love
I've got the sun in my soul
the midnight is silver in my city...no one knows where I am
The broken day provides no justice...only visible madness
gypsy women on the sidewalk,calling my name as if we've shared dreams together,planned our
lives since children
The music is caught, trapped within the wind
Give it all to me now baby...don't be scared
I can capture it all for you...don't be scared I'll show you a good time
Songs of the dead
Hymns of the living
The caught tears of the yet to be born
I have the misled night under my spell
my imperfection my dark street
I've got to block it all out keep it away
This ain't your scene kid...come on,go away this can't be good for you
The Day has come
I'll be back later...me and my gang of shadows
So weary were they draped, blocking a garden's view
Curtains of brocade, of colors red and gold
Faded and worn, keeping what they knew
Woven into threads, so many stories told
These frayed and musty curtains, from days of old
Drawn closed those many days when sorrow brought her tears
Keeping out the sun, a somber world at bay
When dark clouds had come, and gray skies were near
Hanging tall like sentrys, guarding all her days
Keeping out her fears, keeping out the years
Sorrow, pain, like old brocade, will fade with passing time
She's older now, solitude and peace her heart resides
Now brighter days, the sun and blooming garden roses shine
The old brocade will never more be a lonely place to hide
They open wide to let the sun and view of roses back inside
Why must you leave
Must you go away
Can we not bask
In another light of day
What are you running from my dear
Can we not stand and fight the
The fear inside
Fight the fear inside
Won’t you stay
As the sun sets
I hold on for the light
You took the stars
I sit alone in the night
Why must this sun always fall down
And leave me broken on the
Hard cold ground
The hard cold ground
This same old broken ground
This can’t be right
When you came home
You asked to meet up some night
But I stayed home
I’m so weary from this fight
I tried to love you tried to stay strong
But I’ve been dragged on
Far too long
I can’t hold on
I can no longer be strong
She'll always be remembered for her golden hair
Youll never forget her grey green stare
But youll always forget her writing
Youll forget her words of fighting
Her poetry of crying
And her pleas of dieing
Youll forget her screams
But youll still see her in your dreams
Youll always remember the beauty but never the beast
Just look to the sunrise in the east
There you will find her rising with the sun in all her beauty
And all her fraility
You will see her there rising dead and alone
With her wrist forever sown
If you look to the east where the sun shall rise
You will find her clensed of all the lies
You will find her price
What it took to make her whole
And because of what you stole
This beauty will fade away
But not her wisdom
For in her book it shall forever lay
Wondering endlessly hopelessly unsure of the future,
looking hoping praying for nurture.
Wondering if your life will ever change
the optimistic you knows there is so much
more to gain.
So you sit and look at your life to see where
things have gone wrong and wonder what
will happen to me.
A cloud seems to cover no sun in sight it
seems to suck the hope right out of your life.
Just when there seems there's no end in sight
the cloud does break and the sun shines bright.
No more uncertainty all has gone the gift of life
comes out very strong.
The wheels turn round and the window pane shines with the aesthetic light of the great divine. The street is filled with people too important to notice the infant crying alone, wedged against the wall. The worlds allusion to sorrow brings a grimace to my face. Alone I walk through the dirty street unable to alleviate the gnawing I feel inside. THe youth lack colour in their eyes, they have only the abstruse gray that surrounds this city. THe emerald lawn is dimmed from the adamant persistence of the scarred. THe ambience of the sun cannot be felt through the shell of ignorance surrounding humanity. Broken shardsof earth rain down on us to ameliorate the past. To absolve the sins of the unfaithful we must stop the progression of the shadows in our hearts. The reflection of our hearts remain etched into the banks of the river... never allowed to cross for fear of rejection. Sunflowers petals litter the sky as the sun shudders from the abysmal frost that has settled over the earth. Drugs abridge the need for forgiveness in the minds of the addicted. The silver bell atones for the drawn faces of the anxious as the acerbic voices of the dead are drowned out by the ceremonial binding of souls.... Roses wilt as the harmonic ambiguous mind seeks the end.
I do not know?
by the darkness of the moon,
I rise from this grave.
these barren lands
which hold my rotting corpse.
and I stand.
I stand in my hole.
6 feet of dirt.
and I watch the sun as it comes.
I have seen this sun rise
day in and day out.
but what makes it any better this time?
It gives me hope now,
a chance for a new life.
a hope for a new day.
And light for a darkened path.
Spring, as always, has mild days of sun and clouds,
and in between, it sends down the thinniest rain seemingly blue;
I'm blessed to taste it as it runs down the mounds,
below the hazy town seems empty almost vanishing fron view.
The further I go down, the closer I see the unrhythmic streets:
people walk as ghosts wearing broody faces as they hold umbrellas made for giants;
there's the highway that'll take me home, where snow alters landscapes and sounds,
but tasting the warmest rain compliments me for the lack of cheers.
Several thirty-story skyscrapers will block the sun from shining free,
this southern town, hidden among mountains, has known poverty;
the unemployed and young want jobs despite change and monotony;
they, too will taste the warmest rain and will dream of an age of prosperity.
The day will purge my darkest lies
Awake in myself, but asleep inside
The sun reflecting empty eyes
Igniting lost places within my mind
The night will never hold me still
Buzzing dark places that can not kill
The spiral of this endless pain
The spirit of darkness will rise again
The light reshapes what I’ve become
The shadows are torn as I’m undone
My body cold beneath those flames
No mercy for me; I have no name
More darkness crawling up my skin
The memories call, like burning sin
One word to rise in to the knight
A whisper of hate and I will fight
Again the sun is stealing sight
I will never sleep within this light
There’s such little truth for what I am
Constantly torn: the shapeless man
And should I scratch the darkness
For the sake of blood
Flow sickly red abhorrent
The succulence bewildered sticky heart
Ravenous escape to shadow
And mumble prays that have no answers
Only gleams of hope
That plea-bargain the sun to have risen
Leave me scathing in my own dust
Hiding in the corners where shadows depart
Refusing even nightmares
On the dull thump and thud
Beating slow incarcerated seconds behind my eyes
Fickle bones to draw the knife
Contemplate the makings of suicide
Black ink blood on the blank ink night
Swallowed my pride
And tossed the blade aside
Chill shivered in beaded sweat
Lest you forget, you forget, how close you came
To the ending vent
And the endless rant of an open vein
Huddled on the rocking chair of my knees
Plea-bargain the sun to rise
Save me from the dread of tonight
Swallow me whole for the sake of blood
This poem was written in the late 90's; after I had faced and accepted an awful truth. I
remember the following day like it was yesterday. I realized I was stronger and more
myself than I had ever been.
We slowly sailed across the placid, blue surface. The profound silence was erupting from
all around. Across the lake, I saw a pair of birds flutter from treetops into the deep
blue lake above us. The Sun was a cherry yellow and everything I laid eyes on was alive in
its reflective radiance. Our boat made the tiniest whisper as it moved over the water. My
nostrils were filled with the intoxicating smell from my lover as we drifted ceaselessly
onward over the calm water.
But suddenly, clouds exploded above. The Sun disappeared behind the darkness of the storm
cloud. An acrid wind began to blow harshly: the trees began to bow. Our hair was whipped
about us. The chaos replaced serenity lightning created blinding cracks amongst the black
sky. The once smooth surface of the lake became turbulent with waves that threw our
helpless boat about. I closed my eyes and gave in.
The storm stopped. I opened my clenched eyelids. There before me sat an empty half of my
boat. Not one memento of my love remained. As I drifted onward, soaked and somber, slowly
the boat cried out the only evidence of what took place. The sky seemed paler and the sun
no longer cheery, Now unforgiving and hot. My eyes stung and the trees were pastel. The
water below me was hated and unforgiven. Slowly, beside the boat, my love's beautiful body
began to cry and my apologies fell upon her un-hearing ears. I had learned my lesson. I
begged for a second chance.
I do not know?
The sun is rising in the sky, such a beautiful sight,
He came with no warning and stole the day from night.
With his coming birds did sing, clouds dissapeared, and bells did ring,
The dogs did bark, people spring, what a glorious thing.
Happiness in the world today in man and beast the same,
Men and women working while their children are playing games.
Throughout this wonderful day joy turns to sorrow,
For they all know and fear what comes before tomorrow.
The vengeful moon and her creatures of the dark,
Cat eyes glow green, and bats flutter in the park.
Werewolfs and vampires, witched and wizards,
owls and snakes, coyotes and lizards.
She comes almost unnoticed, and attacks him from behind,
Knocks the sun from the sky and takes her place in time.
If tomorrow he decides he should come and rise again,
The vengeful moon shall return with her evil creatures of sin.
Trapped in full inner view proned to isolation
In hope to silence the approach of its beckoning call
Within a vamp approach toward the wall
Vanquished in the tormented vow
The sequential novice humbly looks back at the plough
In great disgust we live to die;
Although its twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
In the paradox of such inclination we stay in touch
Through a velvet chair we will live to share
A meal or two through its common hue
Shattered dreams then to pickle my fancy
Gone are the days when Sid met with Nancy
To frolic in a vibrant haze
You wake up late & say it must have been one of those days
Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision
Was there something else you have been wishing?
Just as sure as the sun will rise,
just as sure as the sun will set,
just as sure as night comes,
when the stars and moon are done with rest……I love you.
Just as sure as flowers bloom,
just as sure as flowers fade,
just as sure as tears fall,
when from your heart happiness runs away…….I love you.
Like a painting loves color,
like a poet loves words,
like grass loves green,
and like the sky loves birds…….I love you.
Like ears love to hear,
like eyes love to see,
like hands love to touch,
and lips love to speak……..I love you.
Till music parts from melody
till rain parts from storm,
till good times part from memory,
and till my soul parts from physical form, I will always…….love you!