Long Lifelight Poems
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When we were younger
Our hearts and hands had melded
And brightened up a world
Then in winter, came snowstorms
And lightning, to burn up our shelter
A dragon roaring proud
So we were dashed, were broken
A nasty scar formed upon the exit
And bleeds unto this day
Long after it was funny
Here I am still singing like we're together
It's nearly been three years
Now when we were younger
I felt just as strongly as I do now
That my love was the right choice
So you lash out, you slander
You're winning, or showing me the best
Do you feel like we do?
A cold bucket of water
Snaps me from my reverie
A long and pleasant dream comes to an end
My heart repeats its pounding
From nasty anxiety
It's like you never left this room at all
And through it all
Our rise and fall
We both think that we're correct
Or maybe we're just both projecting bright
To say you're wrong
Or say I'm wrong
Our love's curdled to anger
These effigies to what went wrong
It's all gone wrong
To you, I'm dead and gone and
To me, it's filled with longing
I can't really remember
What it was like long ago
This pounding in my chest feels like a dream
A living nightmare I once
Called my reality
A true return to form from years ago
It takes me back
And paints it black
And turns these fields to swamp
And any love I had has gone to rot
It's all gone wrong
The world is wrong
Such purity and lifelight
Has curdled into something wrong
This all feels wrong
It's been so very long and
Anxiety is strong and
You're showing the world the best
That you possibly can
Such is the way all of our old haunts work
So does it bother me when
I can only see that lie?
And fail to see foundations I once saw?
You're just presenting anger
Aimed to kill or maim
I don't think you really care which happens
You've only ever compared
Those you ever loved to those
Villains that you said tried to do you wrong
So what's the deal?
What do you feel?
Was anything for real?
Will you wreak this havoc upon the new guy?
What did it mean?
Was it a dream?
All those things we left behind
In order to witness another dawn?
To carry on
We'll carry on
Under penalty of perjury
I swear to you I'll carry on
I'll carry on
Even if these dreams haunt me forever
I swear to all, I'll carry on.
We swam that day
morning light invite to that shore
Jumping, crashing, waves were smashing
engulfing us as we played
Shore line furthered
Suddenly further, undertow carried
carried me away
The waves, the current
I their victim
took me deeper still
Overhead crashing, smashing
waves they crushed my chest
Defiantly fighting, swam strokes fighting
Fighting til my last breath
These limbs nine years young
So young I was to fear
fear for life shortly lived
The strength to fight
slowly escaped my limbs
The light on surface fades so fast
faster still it fades
sinking down the light it goes
it goes so far away
Drifting as the air escapes
a halo of bubbles rising
spherical symbols of my life leaving
leaving, rising away
Darkness swept my mind
hope was darker still
still my limbs were, floating
fighting no more, sinking
The surface... my mind... hope
faded to darkness
And then it was dark...
peacefulness came, I saw no light
saw no light....I was consigned...
...peacefully consigned to die
Murmured voices calling, saying
saying things too distant to hear
hearing voices, calling from further
further than I could hear
They drew closer, the voices closer
My mind drew closer to clear
I felt the wind touch my skin
Floating now, coughing
coughing, expelling sea
reclaiming the breath
breath that ran from me
............................................................
Do I remember that day? Of course.
We swam that day
Form:
You have been living your life in a box,
I see how it’s filled with broken glass.
So much has come forth to haunt you,
From living such a jaded past.
You already have my forgiveness,
I’m not the one you have to worry about.
So many other’s they want a piece of you,
You have many reasons to show fear and doubt.
So what now?
Pain has a firm grip on you.
Tell me what now?
What are the excuses’ for what you put so many through.
What now?
The names I see are carved into your skin.
Oh I can see your growing weak.
The light in your eyes now growing dim.
What now?
You’re looking so conflicted,
Has life now passed you by?
I can’t figure how to help you with your past.
I see how you suffer now inside.
You need to break away from your past handiwork.
To be free of living in a box with broken glass.
An admission to how you had been living,
May just put forgiveness within your grasp.
Or you can go on living jaded,
In the end I hope you find all that you seek.
Keep on adding names to that list of yours,
The glass in the end will cut you deep.
So what now?
Pain has a firm grip on you.
Tell me what now?
What are the excuses’ for what you put so many through.
What now?
The names I see are carved into your skin.
Oh I can see your growing weak.
The light in your eyes now growing dim.
What now?
Since youth I figured truth was
embedded into fragments that
could fit inside a tooth
Because proof was right there
in my front pair when most
thought my vision was glared
But I just starred in the night
when most fright I seen it as a
opportunity of sight
Then the light appeared and
like a deer I got sucked into a
world of fear
And with no one near I
embedded my chest to the
ground where sound could be
found
And as the pound vacated my
heart it marked the falsified
pavements and broke them
apart
Now it's a new start from a old
begging and as I continued
swimming I routed to the light
that kept on dimming
So as winning may be a
statement I may not find I
learned to move forward not
rewind so I'll always be close
behind
But until then I close my eyes
and bridge off the tears from
the fears I battled through my
ancient years
And as some may hear what I
have to say still doesn't weigh
what I gone through or
experience today
So I say time will fly some will
die then be imprinted in mind
So don't cry I've been on this
journey and in no hurry to see
my body be buried
So don't worry I stay alone
which is a zone that I know my
own tone
So phone if you like but now I
write to give you that insight
into a damaged mind.
She found relief in a bottle
Call intoxication there she thought
To found a cure to all her sorrow
She tries to drown her soul
Deep down with every swallow
She took deep breaths of air
Every time she raises the bottle
To try to drink away the tears
That then follows with every drop
She fealt the burning pain
Of her memories brought out
Of past gone wrong rage and anger
Was born one day as far as she was?
Can remember she try to kll the past
With this bottle she forget there
Ever were such pain done on to her
For pure and true was her soul
Until that day she would die to
Live a life full of lies
Who is to say dead but alive
Who walks the streets in the dark?
With no chance to see the light
What is to become of this soul?
Wounded by mistrust naive and
Once trusting is now no more but
One more taken from the light into
The dark to be forever forgotten
She screams for help that never came
To dig her out from the grave she
Was put in against her will she lives
A life full of scares that will never heal
She finds the bottle is her only friend
Comfort in the sight of not knowing
And putting to sleep the past that hunts
Her to be forever walking wounded
That would be the rest of her life
For she would drink away her sorrows
And a past that follow
Form:
I have held it all
I have taken the fall
I know the pain
Of life’s domain
The endless rapture
Of its pointless capture
It seems so mundane
And all efforts appear vain
I thought I was upon the bottom
This end of endless existence
I thought I was forgotten
All out of resistance
I just lived as though everything was gone
And when I die
I will finally belong
But at the bottom I sat
Gazing with envy
At the lives others had
Seemingly free
At one point I saw you
At far you seemed true
And light shined out
As if to shout
That all was good
And nothing ever would
Hurt, harm, or sting
Just you, just being
I stared with amazement
I stared with awe
This feeling was constant
The break to this law
So I started to move
I walked forward
To try and disprove
That you don’t have to hurt
There is no need for pain
But the answer was curt
Like a forsaken bane
All the light there is
In this world of twists
Couldn’t stop the shadows
That always follows
From casting down
Its light and darkness upon the ground
We will always have bad
Accompanied by the good
And something seem sad
This is how it should
Be, and is not quite
Just the black
Or just the white
But a jumble
Of extraordinary dismay
Everything and anything
Is really gray
Form:
Many things appear lost and hidden
but a certain light gives them life.
Twilight gives everything an opaque
glow making it appear solid like stone.
Many sounds, both imaginary and genuine,
ricochet around the darkness creating
fear and a sense of being gone astray.
Forests are found on either side,
both black and dead; all the
trees deformed into eerie formations,
each one seems to strangle another.
The owl holes seem to possess jagged teeth,
like a wild animal beholds.
Suddenly, the only light is provided by
a whole and bright moon; a wolf howls
in the distance.
Twilight has gone, everything appears
dead, even the moon is surrounded by
a few spine-chilling clouds.
Everything has gone silent; something
appears to move; leaves rustle raising
one’s hair.
Without warning, everything has gone black,
like a great darkness has engulfed one’s soul.
Sadly this is not so for one has become part
of the surrounding land, both dead and living.
The wind in the trees plays a melody so sweet upon my ear.
The smells of the grass pull as I pass and try to draw me near.
The light on the hill causes time to stand still, waves at rest upon the shore.
Yet time waits for none, the moment is done, the world turns once more.
So fast that it cracks, it comes rushing back, the present’s massive force.
The earth groans under stress of the weight that we press, feeling no remorse.
Holes drilled in the ground to start fishing around, for the wealth that’s hid below
Ignore signs in the skies that warn of demise, and pretend that we do not know.
The smell of depression and doctors suggestions, seeps from peoples pores
The wind in the trees carries plague and disease, which eats you from the core.
The light on the hill is stagnant and ill, blurred from smog and haze.
Yet to the young lies spurt from old tongues, saying it’s just a phase.
Form:
Walking into the unlit bathroom, faded light sneaking in from down the hallway; I stare into
reflected shadows in the cold mirror.
Dark tint of blue glass, frozen feeling like the ghostly eyes of winter in a puddle or pond.
Reality seems to give way to fantasy: unstable darkness blurs to beyond the walls, beyond
the doorway that separates our worlds.
Panic seeps into my brain, dripping into my blood, one droplet at a time like a leaky faucet.
Feeling my imaginary foes breathing more life with each wondering thought of mine. I stand
in-between an ambivalent fork in the road.
But before I let my bathroom become transformed into another world, I hold my breath as I
flip the light switch. Quickly my reality flows back to me, realizing the world is once again
round and not flat, that I won't fall off of it.
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I heard God on the phone last night
Whispering through your voice
And I was broken all right
By all my little choice
And even in sleep
Forever I weep
This late news
That bruise
My old
Cold
Day
That play
Me lapping
At life's gaping
Edge of day. I am
Trodden by the Lamb
And all I was you now are
Each of you the dust of my star
Each of you the spent force bright
Of the dream I was, and your delight.
O my, son, light your candle
At a single end, it will dwindle
As all vanity shall end
But you see before you bright
No need to light the past again
You only have one chance to get it right.
I have mused on the oracle
And seen my own shabby spectacle.