That night
you were despised,
that night
you deceived all eyes,
unbelievable and inadequate
it all must have been,
to see such weakness
from the strongest of men,
to watch you fall, then turn violent
and deny it all.
I understand
I really do,
not to cross boundaries...
but I see you.
Flailing, failing,
drowning and dreading dark,
the time for you to concentrate
on your lonely heart,
hopeless and horror stricken,
as you assess your own condition.
Lash out and latch on
to whomever you can,
but this contradiction
will leave you no hand.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Center of the Earth, Written 2/26/2011
Center of the Earth
For those of you who tease satire,
you'd better off fixate with fire.
Far less worth while to wager war,
or injure a wound already sore.
To be left with friends far and few,
whom all of which tempt fire too.
Burning bridges and befriending foe,
pushing extremities as you go.
Sinking beneath Earth's bejeweled crown,
temperatures ascending as you founder down.
Roaming low where the embers bellow,
life illuminates in an elegant glow.
Finding home in the only place you've come to know.
For those of you who tease satire,
you'd better off fixate with fire.
Far less worth while to wager war,
or injure a wound already sore.
To be left with friends far and few,
whom all of which tempt fire too.
Burning bridges and befriending foe,
pushing extremities as you go.
Sinking beneath Earth's bejeweled crown,
temperatures ascending as you founder down.
Roaming low where the embers bellow,
life illuminates in an elegant glow.
Finding home in the only place you've come to know.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Hiding, Written, 2/20/2011
Hiding
Sinking sultry and unmoving
easing into elegant ambiance
amber brilliance burning wryly
wreathing withered what have we knots
teeming tightly timbers bowing
breathing seemingly semi-sleep
dreaming feeding each appealing
kneeling in an ending
fight the feelings
from further descending
Sinking sultry and unmoving
easing into elegant ambiance
amber brilliance burning wryly
wreathing withered what have we knots
teeming tightly timbers bowing
breathing seemingly semi-sleep
dreaming feeding each appealing
kneeling in an ending
fight the feelings
from further descending
Monday, February 7, 2011
Know Me, Written January 7,2011
Know Me
Apparently,
I'm plain as day,
easily figured out
in no special way.
No need
to dig very deep,
to get to the answers
you seek,
claim you know me.
Jot me down,
defined and done,
slap the book shut
and on to the next one.
Placed upon a shelf
to collect the dust,
only opened
as an absolute must.
Sitting silent so easily,
claim you know me.
Where I am,
and from where I came,
what I stand for,
origin of my name.
The beauty I see,
where my thoughts fall,
you know nothing yet.
Nothing at all.
Apparently,
I'm plain as day,
easily figured out
in no special way.
No need
to dig very deep,
to get to the answers
you seek,
claim you know me.
Jot me down,
defined and done,
slap the book shut
and on to the next one.
Placed upon a shelf
to collect the dust,
only opened
as an absolute must.
Sitting silent so easily,
claim you know me.
Where I am,
and from where I came,
what I stand for,
origin of my name.
The beauty I see,
where my thoughts fall,
you know nothing yet.
Nothing at all.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Dark, Written Jan 24th 2011
Dark
A not so quiet contrast
singling out eternity,
all except itself
softly consuming me,
persuading precious color
to drop down, detach from life,
leaving landscapes stark,
a harsh black and white,
cropped out and uncontrolled
edges beaten and blurred,
consider myself practically sold
to a life that's now detoured,
running rampant without reason
aimlessly amongst the dark,
shivering silent in this cold season
every impression leaves it's mark.
A not so quiet contrast
singling out eternity,
all except itself
softly consuming me,
persuading precious color
to drop down, detach from life,
leaving landscapes stark,
a harsh black and white,
cropped out and uncontrolled
edges beaten and blurred,
consider myself practically sold
to a life that's now detoured,
running rampant without reason
aimlessly amongst the dark,
shivering silent in this cold season
every impression leaves it's mark.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Change, Written, Jan 24, 2011
Changed
You've had my heart now,
for quite some time,
it's not been kept in the best of shape,
but that's a petty crime,
these things happen,
over years of exchange,
we must expect here and there,
some sort of change.
And hills, the hills
and their indefinite range.
The ups and downs
all those years were a ride,
that we rode around,
and around,
flying up
and falling down.
A few pieces missing,
a crack here, or there,
oh but love don't worry,
those things, my heart can bear.
The small, and not so small,
wear and tear.
You've had my heart now,
for quite some time,
it's not been kept in the best of shape,
but that's a petty crime,
these things happen,
over years of exchange,
we must expect here and there,
some sort of change.
And hills, the hills
and their indefinite range.
The ups and downs
all those years were a ride,
that we rode around,
and around,
flying up
and falling down.
A few pieces missing,
a crack here, or there,
oh but love don't worry,
those things, my heart can bear.
The small, and not so small,
wear and tear.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Fading in, Written, Jan 20, 2011
Fading in
Sweet blasphemy barricades
each bridge burning down
tongue twisted ties lost
see how tightly my gears are wound
unsure of where I'll be
when I finally come to
and all I can really hope
is that the first thing I see
is you.
There, it's coming
this is it,
can't you see my stature
crumbling to bits
I hope when I wake it's you,
the one and only thing I see
when I do finally come to
being who I'm meant to be.
Sweet blasphemy barricades
each bridge burning down
tongue twisted ties lost
see how tightly my gears are wound
unsure of where I'll be
when I finally come to
and all I can really hope
is that the first thing I see
is you.
There, it's coming
this is it,
can't you see my stature
crumbling to bits
I hope when I wake it's you,
the one and only thing I see
when I do finally come to
being who I'm meant to be.
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