dashPoems

Summer Bonfire

2011-12-27T02:48:00.001-05:00

*From earlier this year. I had forgotten my password. But now it is up.

Warm glow, burning bright

Child embers, gasping for life

Granted by the kindling

Surrounding light, limited

Too close, too hot

Too far, too cool

Surrounding chairs, occupied

Mallows, toasted

And laid on beds of chocolate

Covered in blankets of graham

Classic treat

Chatter between common folk

Friend to one, friend to all

All sharing in the stories

Bring the music, the dancing starts

Watch the shadows follow along

The flames themsleves will join the fun

The night will pass, the morn comes closer

People come, people go

A time was had, spent together

In the morn, back to work

We'll do this again soon, my friends

Ant and the Picnic

2011-12-27T02:26:00.003-05:00

An ant crawls on the ground

Six legs step in three-legged sync

On the dirt paved earth below the forest of grass

A canopy ahead

Fabric of red and white

Checkered large roof

Pressed down by wood-woven ships

Aboard are rations

Shielded by invisible force-fields

Large two legged mammals descend

Unpacking the ship of its contents

Down onto the crippling canopy, crushing the grass

The ant climbs upon the canopy

To have a closer look

Spotting the rations, desire takes heed

The faint smell of rations

Sends the ant into a spell

He begins to lose control

The desire for rations

So very strong

As he crawls to the shielded feast

A small break in the field

Allows for a sneak taste

Temptation takes over as he tastes some more

Movement felt over the entire field

The shielded rations

Have taken to air

The mammal deactivates the shielding with ease

Frightening the ant

Inducing panic

The ant makes haste

To leave the treat be

Will demise be his fate?

Or will he make it to safety?

We must wait and see

Meeting Her

2010-10-19T23:18:00.005-04:00

I didn't see it coming...
The way things arrived...
That now occur...
And it's because of her.

A friend of a friend,
dancing for the first time,
swinging on the floor.
Spring-time seed planted.

Summer rains, and the seed grew.
A friendship of its own bloomed.
Still others blocked the sunlight,
but slowed to the right pace.

Interest and intrigue,
I saw her more and more...
Thought of her more and more...
Wondering more and more...

Another stood in the way,
bringing only possible destruction.
Being myself, and hanging out,
he was moved out.

Unintentional conversations...
Ambiguous references...
Then finally, it happened on triple 10s.
Now it's official, and days are happy.

Hot Chocolate

2010-09-13T00:14:00.002-04:00

Take a sip...
Summer is coming to an end...
Take a sip...
Leaves are changing colors...
Weather is getting cooler...
Take a sip...
The sky ablaze with fire at dusk...
School is starting (along with homework)...
My mind wanders more and more...
Take a sip...
Winter is near, yet far...
Halloween is bound to be a treat...
Thanksgiving and blessings all around...
Take a sip...
Make a pile of leaves, and jump in...
Spend some time with your family...
Take a sip...
Grab a cup of hot chocolate...
Take a sip...

Gold Mine

2010-06-23T00:27:00.003-04:00

Sifting through my memories

Picking out the golden moments

Reliving each over and over in a ring

Golden band that stretches over a finger

Like a ribbon to help remember

All the good times, and the bad

Some moments that define who we are

Special moments that we hold close to heart

Some moments that leave us wanting more

Some moments that leave us wanting less

Some moments so foggy

Some moments so clear

Some moments that seem so real,

But could have just been a dream

Reliving each moment

Allowing my memory to take over my senses

Every feeling to run through my body from head to toe

Every sight to fill my vision and cloud the current reality

Every sound to ring in my ears as though so fresh

Every taste to flood my tongue with its spice

Every smell to fill my lungs with its essence

Reliving a memory so vivid I lose tract of the real world

I fall into the memory and relive each second

And when all is said and done

I return to the world from which I came

I return in a daze almost as if I'd been sleeping

I place the golden ring back in its box

To open up when my past calls again

Is It Her?

2010-05-28T00:36:00.003-04:00

I've met her before, but where?

Was it in a dream?

Yes, it was a dream...

A rain of bounty falls from her head,

her hair so perfectly highlighted by the sun.

She walks as though she knows where she's going...

She never runs for fear of going through life too quickly.

She embraces her time just being herself.

Her eyes gaze upon the world with wonder...

She can see the beauty of everything, even in a wilting rose.

She touches things with a care,

A touch that could only compare to a mother's loving touch to her new born.

She imagines herself in the life she hopes to live.

She experiences everything with a respect unequaled.

Never have I seen tears of sadness fall upon her face.

Is it her?

Is it her that I've seen only in my dreams?

Is it really her, standing right in front of me?

Is it her, right in front of me at this alter?

Is it her, right in front of me saying 'I do'?

It is... I just know...

It is her...

The Sun Will Come Out

2010-05-16T00:50:00.003-04:00

She sat at the bus stop every morning,

Smiling with the warmth of the sun.

Every day she did this.

My heart would leap forth at the sight.

She radiated happiness and a sense of carefree living,

her world was perfect in every way.

In the rain or snow,

her beaming smile would scare away the clouds.

One day I came to the bus stop,

as I did every morning to get my dose of sun

from the smile of the woman who could cure an evil soul,

but she wasn't there...

the sun wasn't out...

the clouds rolled in...

She was there the next day,

her face raining in sorrow.

Only in movies had I seen such despair.

On the bus, I could not hold it in.

I sat down next to her and asked,

"What could cause the sun to hide

and allow the rain to fall from her eyes?"

She gave in reply,

"My mother is old, and has become weak,

she needs many medical devices to help her,

but she, nor I, have not the means to get them.

I fear I will not be able to care for her much longer.

The mountain on which our lives stood is now crumbling."

Everyone on the bus heard her cry of sorrow.

And because of the warmth of the sun she brought

to these strangers every day,

everyone grabbed their wallets and gave what they could spare.

She could not believe what was happening, and so she asked,

"Why do you do this? I do not know any of you."

I said to her in reply,

"You bring to us the warmth of the sun every morning.

We all see your smile and you bring hope to our day.

When we see your smile, our days are never poor."

When she heard this, she began to weep.

But her weeping was not filled with clouds.

She rained with the sun beaming in her heart.

The next day the sun was out,

even though it was raining outside.

We are no longer strangers to her,

we have become friends, and maybe even family.

As for me, next year she will be my wife.

Every Moment

2010-04-13T23:29:00.004-04:00

The sight of a thousand eyes glaring at me.

Am I the cause of their worry?

Do I cause the burden they so obviously hold?

Where is it that I can save myself along with the others?

Why does it seem the world stops caring once people are happy?

Why am I left in the cold, disposed of by the very people I cared so deeply for?

Life questions that seem to pierce my very being.

They are all I think about every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every moment.

Moments of happiness are fleeting and sometimes far between.

My heart yearns for a happiness I have yet to feel.

A happiness far beyond my reaches it seems.

My life repeats in a never ending spiral of the things that have happened.

I pray for the time to come when the Interrupt will come to break the loop.

My programs cannot change a person's heart.

I cannot rewrite the way people are.

What do I do when being myself isn't enough?

Will I ever meet the person that will bring me the happiness I long for?

Do they even exist?

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every moment...

When will the broken heart be mended?

When will the strangled gut be relieved?

When will the scattered thoughts collide?

When will my broken heart be mended?

When will my strangled gut be relieved?

When will my scattered thoughts collide?

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every moment...

One last day...

One last hour...

One last minute...

One last second...

One last moment...

To change my life forever...

When will it arrive?

Music to my Heart

2010-04-06T00:03:00.003-04:00

The radio speaks to me

And as I listen to the words that are said

It's almost as if it's speaking to me

Telling me what to do

Expressing my feelings

It speaks to my heart

To my very self

To my core

To me

However easy it is to say what it does

They seem even harder to do

Despite what I hope for or desire

It speaks to my inner fire

Telling me what I need to hear

From what to "Say", like "Good Riddance" to my past or desires, or...

To stand there "Calling All Angels" for help or that it's okay to "Breakdown"

I may not be able to make music with my hands

But I can sure as all heck listen and understand

Understand why it says the things it does

Understand why it speaks to me

Why it speaks to my heart

To my soul

To my core

To me...

My Answers

2010-03-30T14:40:00.002-04:00

Here I stand, just me and the ocean

Waves crashing at my feet as I walk

Pacing back and forth, I call out to my God

Who is it that you say I am?

Who is it that you call me to be?

Where is it that you want me to be?

The moment in time, I hear no answer,

But in time I know the answer will come

I know in time the answer will come

It may not come right away, but I know

I know I'll get my answer

It may come in the wind, it may come in the water, it may come in my heart

It may come through to me by a friend, and it may come with the sun

Sooner than later would be nice though...

The Forest

2010-02-14T15:11:00.005-05:00

--- I thought I'd try something new this time... this one isn't a poem, but closer to a short story, or more simply, just a short. It is based on one part of my life that I seem to be struggling with a lot lately. I'm not sure why I only now started thinking about it, but it's really been pressing on my heart. But anyways, here it is, The Forest. ---

In this forest that I currently walk, it is always autumn. There is a narrow path I follow, though I cannot tell where it will lead me. The only thing I know is that it leads deeper into this forest. This path is only one of many that intersect each other, and on occasion, do so multiple times. I'm not the only one in this forest. In fact, everyone is here. I remember starting out in this forest at the beginning, where the trees were farther apart, and there was less brush. The path also seemed a bit wider.

I started on this path with a group of friends from my early years in school. We would walk the path together, and on occasion one or more of us would choose to be more adventurous and stray from the path, off into the forest, if only for a few moments. They would run off the path, stomp in the leaves, climb the trees, then swiftly run back when they had finished their fun. Not really knowing what to do, I would follow along, allowing them to lead me. After a few years of walking, most of my friends decided to leave and form their own groups and go down other intersecting paths, while others from other paths came to join ours. But after a while though, most of my friends had decided to go and leave on other paths, leaving me and only a handful of friends. But they too, soon leave, leaving me alone on this path, with no one to lead me. So, I just kept walking, keeping my eyes on the path, brushing the leaves off the path when the wind would blow them on, covering it entirely. On occasion I would run into old friends when their paths crossed mine. We would stop for a minute or so to say our hellos, but then we would go off again, on our own paths.

A couple of years ago, I ran into a group of people following along a cleared path. I talked with them and befriended them and joined on their path. This new path looked nice. It was clear of leaves and debris, it seemed easy enough to follow, but there was one issue. Everyone else seemed to walk a little to quickly on the path. They never seemed strayed from the path very often, nor did they often get too close to the edge of the path when they were walking. If they did go off the path, they still followed along, parallel to the path.

Without having ever gone this long walking along the path without a break, I grew tired and weak. And, without being able to take a break, my pace grew slower and slower. However, they kept their pace, and just kept going. I, not wanting to be a burden, never asked for a break, nor did I ask for help to keep moving. And in doing so, they kept along, gaining more and more distance ahead of me. And now I feel as if I've been lost behind. They have moved too far ahead, and the wind has started to blow the leaves onto the path in front of me until I can no longer see the path.

I still, to this day, try to follow along the path. However, I sometimes cannot tell, with so many leaves, where this path truly goes. I fear I have at times wondered down the wrong path, if only to struggle to back track and find the real path again. And out of fear of ridicule and of being a burden, I keep my cries for help to myself. I again feel I'm left alone, on this path, covered in leaves. I still struggle to clear the leaves to try and find the right path, back to where they were, because I know, for some reason I just know, that they have to be on the right path, but with the distance between them and me being so great, and the darkness closing in, I wonder if they'd still hear my screams if I ever got the courage to do so.

Winter Snow

2010-02-12T22:40:00.002-05:00

The snow, it trickles down from the sky with such ease and grace

Falling down to the earth at its own pace

Alone, one flake is crystal clear

But together the so called white death doth appear

Fun to play in, hell to drive in

Boy, am I glad to be inside at a time like this

Snow everywhere, here and there

Multiple inches to bury the earth in white

In a few days, weeks, months, it'll all be gone

Then the sun will shine, or it'll hide and rain

Either way Spring will come again

The Dark Side of Life

2009-12-01T22:02:00.002-05:00

My watch reminds me that time is passing

Tick Tock

I'm just a todler running around the house without a care in the world

Tick Tock

Five years old at the Independence Day parade

Tick Tock

8th grade, I'm really growing up

Tick Tock

9th grade, freshman year, social pressure rises

Tick Tock

High school graduation, my parents are proud

Tick Tock

College, more pressure to do stupid things, I cave

Tick Tock

Laying on a hospital bed after having my stomach pumped

Tick Tock

Laying on a cot in jail after having be caught with drugs

Tick Tock

Promising myself to change my life

Tick Tock

Getting my life back on track

Tick Tock

Mid-life crisis

Tick Tock

New girlfriend

Tick Tock

Runaway bride

Tick Tock

Family is gone

Tick Tock

Old and frail

Tick Tock

...

Understanding Meaning?

2009-11-22T00:16:00.005-05:00

I look to the dictionary for words to this song my heart cries out.

Can't find just the right ones.

Five words with the same meaning, and yet are supposed to be different.

Are words the answer?

Does my heart sing in words?

Or does it sing in something beyond comprehension?

The loss for words leaves me at a loss for understanding.

I understand words, I understand logic, I understand emotion.

How am I, a mere human under God, supposed to understand something more than that?

It's like when hearing the words of God in my heart.

So, are God and my heart speaking the same language?

I can't understand it, yet some things in my life make it seem as though I do.

Link... there is a link... there is a link there that I am missing...

A link that I do not understand... A link that I cannot understand...

A link that I am not meant to understand...

When I see my family, when I see my friends, my heart sings.

It sings a melodious song, a song without words, a song without action...

It is a song with only meaning... Meaning... a language I do not understand...

"What is the meaning of this?!" "What is the meaning of that?!"

What is the meaning of me? Why am I here, breathing, living, protecting, being protected?

What is meaning? Is it value? Is it why I value? Is it what I value?

I do not understand meaning, and yet I have it, yet I give it...

We live with meaning... We live to have meaning... We live to give meaning...

What is meaning? What is the meaning of this text? Will someone else give it meaning?

Will its meaning be meaningful?

Questions I ask myself... I simply don't understand...

I Hate Papers

2009-06-03T19:00:00.002-04:00

The words singing to me off the screen
The clicking lyrics of the keyboard's song
The words confirm my ideas
But then they turn against my voice

Erase

Try and try again
Try as I might
The words never seem to come our right
I try again

Erase

Hours past
Two sentences remain
What to write, what to do
It no longer works

Erase

I could keep this up all night
The words forever long
But still I try again
and I fail

Erase

How Time Flies

2009-05-31T23:43:00.004-04:00

Laying in bed at night
Looking at the formless shapes of darkness
I see what is and what could be
I think what I want or where I'd like to be

Seeing myself as at five
The days drag on so long
So much can be accomplished
And no deadlines to be met

Seeing myself at ten
Going to bed early but staying up late
Homework and sports take up my time
Thinking about the next adventure to be had

Seeing myself at fourteen
High school has started and friends are a blast
Parties on the weekends; time being lost
Wake up on a stranger's lawn; run home for breakfast

Seeing myself at sixteen
Driving up the road, all on my own
My license in hand, the world is mine
Parties still a must, but still losing time

Seeing myself at eighteen
My graduating class; I'm a legal adult
College the next adventure; I'm moving out
New place, new me, new king to rule

Seeing myself at twenty-one
Legal to drink, but none to be had
Working too much to be good for my health
School is really hard now, no time for a break

Seeing myself at twenty-two
So much time has gone by, but so fast
My new graduating class; I have a degree
The real world beacons me; calling my name

Seeing myself at thirty
The girl I love is mine; we are married
The honeymoon to Europe; a trip to be had
A new adventure is beginning; one to last

Seeing myself at sixty
My son starting a new life of his own
Grandkids are on the way
How can I not be happy, even as the time fades away

Seeing myself at eighty
The days fly by ever so quick
Bones growing weaker; body falling apart
Diagnosed with cancer; time growing short

Seeing myself at eighty-one, two months, 16 days
My time has ended; it all stands still
I live with God now in the fluffy white clouds
Life was an adventure, but now you must carry on

Life

2009-03-17T19:30:00.003-04:00

Life is like a river; flowing to and fro
Life is like a speedster; honking when you're slow
Life is like a boat; balancing on the seas
Life is like a coat; not to let you freeze
Life is like a mountain; bigger than it seems
Life is like a fountain; from a source pouring endlessly
Life is like a dance; can be bad, can be good
Life is like a car; it gets harder to control the older it gets

Life is like chocolate; sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet
Life is like love; can't ever get enough
Life is like butter; spread it where ever you can
Life is like medicine; a little can help, but too much can kill you

Life is for better or for worse
Life is a gift to be shared

Life; it's what I got

Taken For Granted

2009-01-20T00:50:00.003-05:00

To be taken for granted is a bad feeling indeed
Not to be taken as a servant nor as a noble steed
You are just entirely forgotten until the moment of need
It is only when you are needed that without you they bleed

But what happens in that moment when you are not there
If you are not there to help them, could they even bear
Could they do without you when life hangs by a thread of hair
Would they even realize they need your help, would they even care

They acknowledge your presence when you seldom make yourself known
And even you know they cannot manage the attempt on their own
But you know you are taken for granted, so you keep your quiet tone
You leave it up to them to discover that you are their corner stone

In their structure, you are the most important piece
When you are finally gone, so is the resting peace
Everything falls apart, their patience doth decrease
And when the moment is said and done, you release

You stand up and tell them the fault of their ways
They look up to you and are blinded by the sun's burning rays
You show them how truly insignificant are their plays
And when they notice their fault they show you their praise

If only the world were as just
When in reality it is just a bust
Like how water is needed for iron to rust
Even though you are taken for granted... You are a must...

Searching for Myself

2009-01-14T22:59:00.003-05:00

I took the afternoon to walk through the depths of my soul
to see what I might find. As I walk down the dusty and dingy
corridors I notice the cracks in the foundation and the water
dripping from the ceiling. That needs to be fixed. I check out
some of the rooms to see what I've forgotten or lost. I found
a few dollars in the cellar with the door with the broken latch.
I found a photo of an old friend hiding behind a mirror frame.
I found my lucky jeans stuck under a fallen boulder from the
ceiling at the end of one hall. Looking as hard as I can I still
can't seem to find my sanity. I can't find my deepest faith.
I can't find my romance. I can't seem to find myself. Who
am I, that I can't find myself in myself. How long have I
tried to be someone that I'm not that I've forgotten who I
really am? Am I in the room with the nicely made bed?
Am I in the room with the books about sugar-plum fairies
that dance over children's heads? Am I in the room with the
flat screen TV, the room with the bunk-bed, the room with
the giant lamp that makes music when you flip the switch?
I don't know where I am to be found. All alone inside my head,
forced to find the answers myself. Or am I not alone after all?
Is the one they call Him with me inside myself? Can he help
me find who I am? The answers I seek are somewhere in
here. I just don't know where to look. Please, I need help.
Is there a secret chamber I am not aware of? Please, help.

Time in an Hourglass

2008-12-29T23:59:00.002-05:00

Singing songs to the hourglass
To make time stop
Sand draining through its core
Down it'll drop
Forever moving forward and
Never looking back
Always seeping into every
Single little crack
Bringing us here to see
The glorious view below
See the signs of time react
In forms of rain and snow
Dropping as the sand does now
And never falling up
Time will always be here to stay
This I do not make up
So through your most happiest moment
And even through through your dismay
Take it for what it is worth to you
And live your life today

Snow Day

2008-12-09T22:55:00.002-05:00

Standing by the window with the moon up high
Watching the light from the cars drift on by
Snow falling down from the heavens above
Snow so white like the color of a dove
It blankets the ground with a soft touch
I love the snow, but driving in it, not so much
Next morning, I awake with the normal dismay
Until I find out the report that it's a SNOW DAY!
I grab my jacket, my boots, my sled
My gloves, and my hat, that goes over my head
I run for the door, but it isn't too long
When my mom comes forth, humming a song
She hands me a shovel, and says "Son"
When she says that, I know something's not fun
I shovel the driveway before I can play
But when I'm done I do so all day
I built a snowman from the powdery mess
And made snow angels, with wings and a dress
I sledded down the longest trail
And wiped out with an epic fail
But I drug my sled up and again I went
And drove into my snowman, which I named Kent
Then I took some snow and built an igloo
However small, it could only fit two
And as the day went on my energy depleted
Into my house me and my friends retreated
We drank us some hot cocoa and had us some lunch
Then I went back outside with the rest of the bunch
We played all day and into the night
Until it got so dark there was no light
We all went back home to our warm and cozy beds
And we closed our eyes and laid down our heads
Oh what fun times we had today
And in our memories they'll stay

Sleep Tonight

2008-11-20T23:50:00.003-05:00

Sleep tonight
For tomorrow will be a new day
End the fight
Oh, tomorrow we'll find a way
Earn the right
And tomorrow we will make it stay
Feel the might
And tomorrow, and tomorrow, will fade away.

See What Be

2008-11-17T22:04:00.002-05:00

Lost not found
Downward bound
With no sound
Underground

Forever more
An open sore
Such a chore
Such a bore

Never known
Never shown
Over thrown
Under tone

Listen in
Air is thin
Recycle bin
Busted chin

No more time
Lemon-lime
Sour chime
So sublime

Time to go
Do not show
Way to blow
Always so

Let us see
How it'll be
Count to three
It's just me

Broken host
Here's the toast
Eat the roast
Write a post

I'm done here
Full of fear
Cannot hear
Anyone cheer

Happy Alligators Cry To Me

2008-11-09T20:21:00.003-05:00

A ticking tocking time bomb
To set things into motion.
Riding on a roller coaster
To share with your emotion.
Living day to day
Without a penny more.
Watching an auto crash
By the sea shore.
Living by the book like
Dancing acid rain.
Watching them give up
To take away the pain.
Lonely fire flies glow
As to watch the trees fall.
Never one to please
A ghostly dining hall.
Give your blood to war
To die a natural peace.
Give up your coat
And dawn your warm fleece.
Day to day, the sun dawns
And the moon doth rise.
Watching people stare
Through their blank and evil eyes.
Never one to be
A fiery water can.
Always one to want
A boiling frying pan.
Sit still
Don't look this way.
Thunder bolts
Have gone away.

Beautiful Life

2008-11-07T23:41:00.003-05:00

Eyes drifting peacefully in a cargo van
Sitting alone next to my main man
Living off the energy of those close by
Watching living colors travel in the sky
In sync with those who really care
Shaving heads so that they're bare
Voting for who will lead class of '08
Waiting in line for the next freight
Seeing the tears of a lonely man
Making fun of the people I'm no better than
Giving your kids a good night kiss
Those people in your life you'll always miss
Living the dream, or so you thought
Look at the good when your heart is distraught
Feel the hearts of those around
Feel the earthquake shatter the ground
Smell the roses day after day
Smell the same roses rotting away
Taste the sweetness of charm
Taste the bitterness of the swarm
See the girl with the breeze in her hair
See the boy fall from his chair
The good, the bad, there will always be
And all of them happen to you and me
Events and Emotions make our life's worth
Giving new reason to another one's birth
Let the new live to see the day
Give life a chance to make it's way
The beauty of it all
Can break down your wall
One of life's most precious gifts
Is when your love makes that life live.

I am who I am... And that is?

2008-11-03T21:17:00.003-05:00

Sitting alone watching the clock
Waiting for the moment to come
When all the bad turns to good
When that time will come
I'm not quite sure
I sit and wait with no room to breathe

Left alone to my own thoughts
On what to do with my life
I try this and that to make it work
With no success because they're not me
I am me and that's all I know
I wish I knew more, but is there?

Let me lead you into my train of thought
You see a man, I see a hero
You see a clock, I see an hourglass
You see a rock, I see a planet
My imagination is large, and sometimes overwhelming
But it opens worlds beyond our own

The worlds I see are full of awe
With people that teleport and fly
With cities in trees and alleyways in basements
With ghosts in towers and hounds in the night
With light that fights the darkness
And the light that always prevails

My dreams are part of who I am
I am who I always will be
And a time will come
When I'll know all of who I am
And when that time does come
I'll finally be at peace

Thinking Alone

2008-10-30T23:02:00.002-04:00

Sitting alone in the darkness of my mind
Leaving everything in the world behind
Thinking of what I should do.

I've taken some time to think about life
And how it's been cut away with a knife
And it's me that has to get it back.

I've dealt with struggle, I've dealt with pain
But I've still never danced in the rain
And with the time I have left, could I still?

I've seen the others, so happy and bright
Seeming as though they never have to fight
But I know I do, It's all I do, and all I could ever do.

Seeing the world through another's eyes
Seeing things differently is no surprise
And understanding ensues.

If I could, only for a moment, I would
And if it is my path in life, I should
But is it? I don't know.

Walking the halls and corridors
Everyday, such a chore
Never the less, it must be done.

You must think about life and all it will bring
From the time you can talk to when the wedding bells ring
Think about your past, present, and future.

A day will rise when you know what to do
When God comes down and beckons for you
To do his work, in his righteous way
Without complaints, without pay

Where will you be when that day comes
When trumpets sound along with drums
And your time to tell what you have done
To no one else, but the righteous one

The day will come, I know this true
And I hope on that day, I'll be with you
But until then, here I stand
Waiting for your outstretched hand

Procrastination

2008-10-28T00:17:00.002-04:00

Time drags on and still no end
And don't even try to pretend
Don't act like you've got nothing to do
Because you know it has to be done too

The day draws on and it's still not done
The amount of which is finished is none
I should get to it
I can't just quit

My education at stake
I begin to flake
And think about getting a move on
Even though my patience is gone

Procrastination strikes again
On the souls of men
Keeping them from their work
What a non-physical jerk

Help?!

2008-10-21T21:01:00.003-04:00

I wish I knew
What to do
To make my life
Go where I want it to.

I do what I'm told
I try to be bold
I take things in strife
And respect the old

From day to day
I try to get my way
But then someone comes along
And steals it all away.

I wish things could be easy
But not so much cheesy
Like they are in a song
But not so much sleazy

Could someone help me out
And show me where to go
Sometimes I just want to shout
Because they aren't so

IT'S LATE!

2008-10-18T02:36:00.002-04:00

It's late, I'm tired,
Yet slightly wired
Looking for something to do

No sleep, no sound,
No bag to pound
And not thinking about sleep

Check one, check two,
No judging by you
Just because it's late

I see the stars, I see the moon,
And I should get to bed soon
And yet I'm wide awake

No sleep for me, no sleep for I,
No help at all for a sleepy guy
Why can't someone help me out

Confined in the room, confined to this space,
I just want to jump up and leave this place
And yet I'm slightly tired

My eyes hang low, my eyes fall down,
My thoughts begin to drag and drown
And it's time for me to sleep

He Is There

2008-10-14T21:21:00.002-04:00

Walking out into the night,
I walk on without fright,
Because He is there.

Your friend is sick, you pray,
and somehow you know they'll be okay,
Because He is there.

You've lost someone you hold dear,
You feel comforted when you wipe a tear,
Because He is there.

You are injured, but you heal well,
You don't know why, but I won't tell,
Because He is there.

A tornado comes to whisk you away,
And you pray that everything's okay,
Because He is there.

You do well at your show,
You may not, but I know,
It's because He is there.

Sometimes you may not think it is so,
But as I've said before, I quite well know,
He... is... there!

The Night Continues

2008-10-12T21:45:00.002-04:00

The night after school
Was a nice and cool
My eyes again drooped
And into my bed I stooped

I returned to the dream
Falling through the cloud stream
My ears, they rang
As I returned to the BANG!

The large fang in the ground
The dark fog all around
People screaming, people shouting
Not much of a social outing

I fall to the ground searching for a sword
I find one and through me its energy poured
Power surging through my veins
Willingness to fight through my pains

I hold the sword in front of me
I focus and swing freely
The energy building forms a light
A light from the sword to fight

I take a hard swing and the shadow screams
This is what makes the best of dreams
A few more swings and the shadow falls
The other soldiers give out their calls

The shadow defeated
Our energy depleted
We go back to the tree to rest
And I want up at home refreshed

Adventures in Sleep

2008-10-10T12:03:00.002-04:00

Sitting in class hearing the professor talk
About how to get robots to walk
Time dragging on and on
Eyes dropping slowly before I'm completely gone

Falling into a world of a mysterious cast
Running by me in a pace that's fast
Not sure of what to do
I decide to pursue

Leading me into a dark and gloomy wood
Into the darkness not wanting to fall, but could
Ever running, ever following, ever tiring
I'm surprised I'm not at all perspiring

We reached a bright spot in the wood
Where a giant glowing tree stood
The leader of the people got up to stand
And raised forth his right hand

He said to all who could hear
Those both far and near
That an evil is coming and the evil is nearing
And if we don't stop it soon we will be disappearing

So the men grabbed their swords
And filled up their hoards
Climbed onto their horses
These were the good forces

They surrounded the wooded town
In hopes that the evil they would drown
With their swords held high
They yelled a mighty battle cry

A sound drew near
That everyone could hear
The evil drew close
And the smell grew gross

A dark fog arose in the distance
Letting us know of its existance
The fog now here, I see a large fang
And the next thing I know I hear BANG!

I awoke in the class, no harm done to me
My book on the floor, no glowing tree
I look around only to find
Class was over, and I was left behind

I gathered my things and left the room
And the adventure I had I did presume
Had ended for that day
I can't wait to again play

Decisions

2008-10-04T17:36:00.003-04:00

Your decisions
Your actions
Your choices
Your reactions

Your decisions affect your life
More than you could ever know
So take things with strife
Because you don't know
When it's your time to go

Your actions affect what people think of you
So don't do anything you'll regret
Because you won't be able to undo
Anything you do, so I wouldn't bet
That you'll be comfortable with what you regret

Your choices affect who you are
And they affect who you will become
Think about driving your car
And think about where you're from
And wonder when your time will come

Your reactions affect what you will do next
Fight or flight is one reaction that can be
Think about that while you read this text
Watch a bird nest in a very large tree
Because all we want to be is free.

Soup

2008-09-30T22:56:00.003-04:00

Soup for the heart
It's always a start
And very very smart

Soup for the soul
You eat it in a bowl
And eating it is my goal

Soup for the ill
It's good for a chill
Sometimes better, than a pill

Soup for the hungry
I can't think of a rhyme for hungry
But, boy, am I ever hungry!

Soup for all occasions
Soup for all who want
Soup for all who give
Soup for all who eat, breathe, and live

When Forever Ends

2008-09-22T23:48:00.003-04:00

My life has come to a dead end road
No path to either side
No straight, no back
No up, nor down
Try as I might to move away
I come 'round full circle
In a dead end kind of way
With no path before me
And no path behind
What is there left in this world
For me to find
I've looked for meaning
In many different things
Things like money, lust, power
But they only devour
Things like caring, love, and good will
They are what I hold dear
But the world has led me to this dead end
Which can mean only one thing
That the world has turned it's back on these
No caring for Timmy
No love for Denise
No good will towards the veteran on the street
Walls are being built around me now
And they're beginning to close in
What I tried to show the world
They lock away to spread their sin
And what good there was left
Has been locked away forever
Forever is a long time
I know that for sure
But when forever ends
Is when I'll make my move
But for now I'm locked away
In my little tomb
Feeling cold and discomfort
Unlike a child in a womb
But in this sadness I must wait
Before goodness can become great
Once the world realizes what it's lost
They will fall and repent
But there will be no mercy
They sure sought to that
That's when they'll come looking for me
And in my little tomb I will be
Waiting, just waiting
For when forever ends

Three Lines to Rhyme

2008-09-03T19:52:00.002-04:00

Hanging from a thread

Off the edge of my bed

Don't remember what was said,

Because it was raining and pouring

And the old man is snoring,

Oh, so very boring.

I wish I knew

Why I am so blue,

Alone, sniffing glue.

Why do I hide in fear,

While rats tear at my ear.

My future is very unclear.

I wade through the water

As the temperature gets hotter

And the killers go to slaughter.

My arteries glow red,

So much thats unsaid,

I feel like I'm dead.

No body cares,

That sit in chairs

On their deriares.

Why does the world fall at my feet?

Why don't the very poor get to eat?

Why does my life precipitate sleet?

Why don't I know where to go?

Why doesn't anyone I ask know?

Why does Rudaulf's nose glow?

Anyways, it's time to say goodbye.

Looks like I'll never get a try.

All to hell, and hell to try.

Fading Into Dust

2008-08-27T19:23:00.002-04:00

Fading into dust
Falling on broken trust
Wishing things could be easier

I don't know
Where I could go
To escape from this hell

I've finally found
A place without sound
And where only loneliness thrives

I must overcome
The time has come
To drift into the darkness

Down the hall
Shadows on the wall
Mock me in my sleep

Bear witness to
What time will do
When you're left all alone

People leave you
Some will mistreat too
But that's part of life

At day's end
No one to defend
You'll have to defend yourself

The shadows crawl
Down the brick wall
To break your spirit apart

Then you'll know
On hand and toe
That your time has come

Close your eyes
Wait for your demise
And take one last breath

I Wish I Could

2008-08-25T23:09:00.004-04:00

NOTE: A song in the works...

I've looked at where I've gone
I've seen where I have been
And all I can say for myself
Is that I don't know what I did

I've played my life by ear
I've done what I've been told
I've dealt with things beyond me
And I've had enough

I wish that I could be me
I wish that I could find... What I want

I wish that I could tell you what I feel
I wish that I could make the hurting end

But I can't
I'm not that strong
My will is weak
I'm always wrong

What is it that I need to learn

I wish that I could be me
I wish that I could find... What I want

I wish that I could tell you what I feel
I wish that I could make the hurting end

But I can't

I've done all that I can
To stay out of the way
But when my time comes
Is that the way... I'd want it to be

I've taken my life
And thrown it all away
Before I had the chance
To make it... Today

I wish that I could be me
I wish that I could find... What I want

I wish that I could tell you what I feel
I wish that I could make the hurting end

But I can't
I'm not that strong
My will is weak
I'm always wrong

What is it that I need to learn

I wish that I could be me
I wish that I could find... What I want

I wish that I could tell you what I feel
I wish that I could make the hurting end

But I can't

Life Like a Clock

2008-08-19T22:58:00.002-04:00

My life's like a clock.
The gears perfectly shaped
to mesh together with little flaws.
But the main flaw is seen so simply.
The repetitive nature of it all.
Seeing my life's experiences
coming back to meet me again.
The same things happening over and over.
I can almost hear the tick and the tock
as my heart beats and pumps.
The lazy movement of the pendulum as it swings
just as my mind swings from thought to action.
But the action and thought are the same as before.
Oh, how I wish I could move the gears,
slide them out of place,
to spin independently,
to break the sequential pendulum,
to life a new and interesting life,
one like water, that flows,
but whose movement is never quite exact.
That is what I wish,
but my luck is never so.
Doomed to live the same,
never to be who I want to be.

Failing to Succeed

2008-08-18T16:07:00.004-04:00

Staring out the window at the beautiful day,
wondering why I feel so gray.
Thinking of failure and success,
wondering why my life is a mess.
Seeing everyone as better than me,
wondering if this is how it's supposed to be.
I do my best to be in the right,
while other's make it without a fight.
Watching others succeed with little cost,
feeling as though, in this world, I'm lost.
I feel as though I'll never be as good,
and wondering if I, at all, ever could.
I truly feel good for those who make it,
but this feeling, I just can't shake it.
I've tried to help those around me succeed,
and so they have done, for the most part, indeed.
Though, now that they are all on top
I'm left at the bottom where I stop.
I look above and see them all,
ever succeeding, never to fall.
I've been generous, I've been good,
I've done the best I could.
So, where's my due, where's my prize,
where's my girl with the prettiest eyes.
Never did I think when being so bold,
that in the end I'd be left in the cold,
to shiver and shake,
to never get a break,
to be the one
to come undone,
to fly the kite,
but not quite right,
to help those in need,
but be left in heed.
I've done all I can, I can do no more.
It has closed, my one and only door.
With no more to be opened I'm left in the dark.
No identifiable things to make a spark.
So, what do I do in my situation as such,
when I don't have that sacred touch?
When those around me succeed and I only fail,
am I doomed to mop the halls with a bucket or pail?
Am I doomed to die alone,
with cough and brittle bone?
Where is my ladder to escape this hell?
Will no one be able to tell?
Of course not, I'm all alone,
in a room with no audible tone.
My senses dulled, my life as well.
I'm left to roam this eternal hell.

Story of a "Hero"

2008-07-21T15:09:00.004-04:00

I know the story's just begun but I wish that it would end.
With dizzy spells and dry wells, and the hero won't defend.

Slaying dragons and saving dames are all just too cliche.
What I want and what I need is justice that will pay.

Bring an end to the suffering on "mighty, mighty" man.
I know that you can do it and only you can.

Grab your sword and drag your shield for the slacking now will end.
Your time has come to defend the world with danger around the bend.

Alone you will fight, but have no fear of loss
over the mountain, the bad guys you will toss.

"Now, prepare a meal, prepare a feast!
For tomorrow I will slay the evil beast!"

Demons and poltergeists come from below
while you defeat them with your mighty arrow and bow.

Next comes the men, who thrive on evil doing
who sit on the sidelines giving you their booing.

Throw them in a pit
and stop their annoying fit.

"Save the world, oh mighty one, the deed is not yet done!
For the monster still hides in the breast of everyone!"

To save the world from itself seems to most agitate.
Why send everyone to heaven's open gate?

"Look at the chaos that you now have made!
And it is with our souls that you have sadly paid!"

The demons now free to roam the earth,
killing possible heroes from their very, very birth.

"They eat, they thrive, they live off us all.
And thanks to this 'hero', on our knees now we crawl!"

"We hoped, we begged, we prayed, for a hero to arise,
but now this poor soul has sent us to our demise."

No More Mr. Nice Guy?

2008-06-13T11:58:00.002-04:00

Nice guys finish last
Falling from a broken mast
Whip the crew, swab the deck
Why do I work with a broken neck
Clearly things don't go my way
Even during a really nice day
Something always goes wrong
It usually doesn't take too long
The time has come to play a tune
In which I'm not a shriveled prune
But one in which I stand high
And look up into the sky
Looking for my own bright star
To mask my life's biggest scar
Too bright to see, the truth is much
But not hot nor cold to the finger's touch
My mind is ready, but my heart not so
When will I be able to end its woe
I ask, I plead, I pray, I cry
But never do I see him try
To aid in my long fought fight
For what I want to be right
No justice for the meek, no hope for the kind
All of this is what is in my mind
I see no end, no winning chime
And all my love is lost in time
Given to those who do not care
That I'm drowning, gasping for air
Looking out into the night
I see the great owl take its flight
It has no care, It has no plea
All it cares is to be able to see
See the prey which it does stalk
No desire to hear a weary person talk
I talk of my troubles for all to see
But never do I receive courtesy
I'll end it here, for if I carry on
I may miss my chance, it may be gone.

Fighting With Myself

2008-05-29T22:37:00.002-04:00

A fight between myself and I
Would leave no one to win.
But still I defy my mind
And punch myself in the chin.

I yell and shout in pain
And fall onto the floor.
Then still I continue on
And slam my hand in the door.

I look at my cuts and dings
And wonder why they're there.
Then I grip and pull up hard on
My pair of ducky underwear.

Wedgies never hurt as bad
When they come from your own hand.
So then I go and shoot myself
With a brand new rubber band.

The sting, the burn, the pain.
I shout that which I will not name.
I think I've finally had enough
Of this retched, retched game.

Feel Good, Life's Short

2008-05-22T21:27:00.004-04:00

Look into the eyes of the one you love.
Look at the marks on a morning dove.
Look at the clock as it ticks all night.
If you lose hope, begin the fight.

Look at the rain as a single drop falls.
Look at your room with bare walls.
Look into the eyes of a dying man.
Become your own greatest fan.

Look into the light of a fire's flame.
Look at the movies you thought were lame.
Look at the people walking on the street.
Stop feeling sorry and stand up on your feet.

Look at a train as it zips on by.
Look at the birds fly in the sky.
Look at the cars come 'round the bend.
Watch as your days come to an end.

Problems

2008-05-17T23:55:00.002-04:00

Millions of problems
they never seem to stop
and when I cannot fix them
I feel my heart drop

I try to do my best
and make others happy
but when I finish what I've done
I always feel crappy

I make others smile
and I tend to smile too
but I'm really only sad
that I can't do what I want to

I keep my issues to myself
and hide them in my mind
but when I try to avoid them
it is me they always find

I fell alone in this world
though there's people around me
my problems started as a seed
but now they've become a tree

They've rooted in my world
like that of ivy vines
but I can't reveal my problems
because my friend always whines

I help them with their problems
and ease up inside
but my life is one hell
of a bumpy ass ride

Hills aplenty
hills galore
my mind's gone
out the door

New Born

2008-05-12T13:58:00.002-04:00

Mingling in the midst of the wild,
Wondering around like a new born child,
Looking for where I belong,
Hoping it won't be too long.

Pleading for my bottle and blankey,
If I cry when I'm old I'll only be given a hanky.
Sitting alone in the dark and quiet,
Waiting for the one to start the riot.

The light is now on and I see the vastness of the world.
I look out over the horizon over which the light is hurled,
And all I see is more vastness in this world in which I'm alone.
And even if plants and animals accompany me, I'm still on my own.

Fight for what is right,
Fight to stand aloud,
Fight through the light,
And stand proud.

My Race

2008-05-06T21:31:00.002-04:00

I started out the race strong,
but the race is long and tough.
And now I'm striving hard to make it.
I'm trying the best I can,
but I fall behind those better than me.
The number of those ahead of me now are numerous.
I can no longer see the horizon.
But still, I try, I run, I fight in the race.
I want to give up so many times,
but if I give up who will run in my place?
No one can, I have to run my race.
No matter how tough it gets.
And it gets tougher and tougher every day.
I know I'll never win in this race.
I don't know why I still run.
I might just stop and take a rest for now,
since it doesn't matter if people get ahead of me,
for I can never win the race anyways.
So that's what I'll do.
I'll take a rest and pick up again when the road is empty.
Pick up when there is no competition in sight.
I'll only get the worst then, but at least it's something.
I'll win my own race,
and I'll finish... in due time...

Forest of Glass

2008-04-23T14:47:00.002-04:00

Wood splinters in a forest of glass,

falling leaves of solid brass,

raining on me heavy and hard,

leaving me exhausted and charred.

Looking beyond the harshest fact,

feeling the way others say to act,

lost in a world of contemplation,

taking things in moderation.

Losing sight of what is true,

walking on coals with only one shoe,

seeking all that I know is right,

seeing only my last sight.

No one is there

2008-04-20T13:13:00.003-04:00

Why do I always get the short end of the stick.
Nothing is ever my pick.
I look around and all I see
is everyone being happier than me.
I see them smile, I see them grin,
playing and dancing, spreading sin.
I look away to the other side
and by the same rules as the others they too abide.
And I'm left alone, in the middle of it all
with no room to move, only fall.
Try as I may, try as I might,
I am constantly losing my will to fight.
With people all around me drenched in sin,
with their sex and their raves, my patience runs thin.
Would I be better off if I did the same,
if I went against my own rules, could I lose blame.
If I did as they all do,
would I be better off, would I make it through.
As I sit alone
with an unplugged phone,
and no will to care anymore,
drifting away from the social shore,
watching the land fade away,
as does the rest of the day.
All by myself with no one else with me,
no one around that I can see.
Wishing there was someone there
that would take and bear
to be with someone like I,
who when they see me breathes a great sigh,
and shows happiness in their eyes.
That would be a surprise,
because it they couldn't exist,
because I've already endured everyone's fist,
and never once have I found
someone like that around.
And now I sit all alone under a tree
of grief and misery,
and pay my dues to the man whom I
thought would see eye to eye.
But he's not there.
There's only and empty chair.
So I'll just sit here and die,
under the darkened sky,
and wait for they who do not exist,
and continue to endure the world's cruelest fist.

Boredom takes a toll.

2008-04-13T22:32:00.001-04:00

Time ticks on as I watch the clock.
Not wanting to do the work I've got.
I do this and I do that.
Distracting thought.
Thinking about the last thing I bought.
Listening to the music on the radio.
The calls she takes and in truth doesn't care
for the people in distress.
Unlucky for the rest.
Taking time to read a book.
Looking at how long it took.
Flipping through one more time
with no care for what I have to do.
All I want is you.

A Bridge

2008-04-11T08:04:00.002-04:00

Walking in the woods by a brook,
I stride along the path I took,
and in front of me I see a bridge.
If only I could be a bridge.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to stretch out over race, religion, language, and gender.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to rest one end on the shores of freedom,
and the other spread across the world for all to cross.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could pass over all of the torment and hatred
to a land of peace and harmony.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would stay strong and sturdy,
to never sway, never rock, never fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could walk, drive, skip, flip across and never trip and fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would have walls of impenetrable glass
to protect my cargo in passing.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I could help everyone see the eyes of God.
Oh, if only I could be a bridge.
Staring at that bridge,
watching the people as they cross,
as they peek over the edge into the blissful water,
I see the wanting in their eyes,
I see the moment of peace they feel,
and if I were that bridge,
I would be healed.

Still Rain

2008-04-02T21:26:00.002-04:00

Looking outside at the rain falling down
wondering what it would be like;
what it would be like if time could stop
take a pause, a moment of motionless matter.
To have time stop and be able to go up close,
see the falling rain,
looking at a single drop.
Seeing the shape of the water
as it falls from the sky
catching wonder in my eye.
The beauty of the shape;
so simple, so perfect.
The meaning one drop could have;
showing the feelings of the world,
the rage, anger, sadness, happiness, peace, calm.
In that drop, at that moment in time;
that moment of stillness,
lies the world.

Sharp blade

2008-03-31T15:41:00.003-04:00

Looking at the past
I've seen what I've done
And it all happened so fast.
Nothing I could do
but watch as it all fell apart.
Love, lust, caring, sharing, happiness, gone.
Judging by my peers
it's myself I should fear.
For I am the cause of my own pain.
I let things go against the grain.
I need to stop, but can't change the plot.
The plot to my story,
no allegory,
just real life.
But the pain is sharp as a knife
cutting away at my soul
and all I can do is watch.
I need to learn to grab the knife
control it for myself
and watch as I take control of my life
and life it better for myself,
and as always... others...

Change the past to make things better?

2008-02-18T17:46:00.002-05:00

If only you could go back and do it over;
fix all the mistakes of the past;
look from above as if you hover;
observe how things play out fast;
watch the changes and see if your life turns out for the better;
only to return to your world the way you left it;
and wish you could write yourself in the past a letter;
to not do the things you wish you hadn't and send it;
then wait for a return to see how things are different now;
only to discover that you're better off where you are;
because you're not hanging around taking a bow;
for the accomplishments that made you who you are.
All you can do is be happy with the good things you've done;
forget the bad;
do not run;
just be glad.

Distant love, but ever so close.

2008-02-08T23:34:00.003-05:00

Looking into her eyes
it's no surprise
that I've fallen for her,
but I don't know for sure.
I've pondered the thought
and often fought
the urge to tell
how around her
my heart begins to swell
or maybe skip a beat.
The numbness in my feet.
But I fear she doesn't feel the same.
And maybe it's me to blame
for not telling her how I feel
but I'm afraid if I do the friendship will peel.
What should I do?...

The Kingdom of God

2008-02-06T19:14:00.000-05:00

The world is bright and full of life
And the mighty men make their onward strife
With sword in hand and shield out front
They march towards the battles brunt
They arrive and see no slaughter of man
But see the shaking agreement of a hand in a hand
The agreement of a new world in the eyes of God
To make peace not war
And those who oppose step none and none trod
For if there was too much happiness none were sore
There be no tear, no sadness, no shame
Not even anyone at all to blame
This perfect new world no one would lay claims
For in this new world God reigns.

Power to THE People

2008-01-28T21:37:00.000-05:00

Lonely eyes peer out from the shadows
seeking refuge from the judgments and hate.
And he can do is just sit there and wait.
Wait until the people of the world can see him.
See him as a person, but as of now that looks grim
for the world seems to segregate the different and those not normal.
What normal is isn't what they think... it isn't always formal.
Formal is just for those with social power that isn't always deserved
and leaves those who cannot fight, or know better than to fight, for the power to be poorly served.
And they are forced into the darkness for those with power crave the light.
But I pray for those among the darkness who cannot or choose not to fight.
For they are the leaders of tomorrow, though tomorrow might seem a long time.
But the leaders of tomorrow who today wallow in the darkness know the value of a dime.
They know that power shouldn't be bought.
This is not a battle that can be fought...
only won...

No Happiness Today

2008-01-25T23:50:00.000-05:00

Standing in the doorway looking out.
Cool breeze of the morning blowing in.
Everything so beautiful, but you can't help but shout.
For the happiness is gone and all that's left is sin.
No matter how glorious the day
the fabric of happiness can fray
and your left with the shredded threads of emotion.
When the threads tangle and knot
due to the quick and subtle motion
you are left with the sadness more likely than not.
Then you are left to wonder the house
with the only companion a mouse.
Nothing left to do
but wallow about.
And all you can do
is again shout.
And at the end of the day
your cares have gone away.

Blindful Love

2008-01-20T22:27:00.000-05:00

Love is blind where love is lost
and it can't be won back at any cost.
True love shines bright, too bright to see.
Led through the light hand in hand and hand in three.
The man, the love, and the woman be.
Led by love, through love, through loving sea.

Fading

2007-12-22T22:22:00.000-05:00

Looking down the barrel of a gun
is not the place you want to be.
That place does not consist of fun,
it is not the place that makes you free.
It is the place of anxiety and rage
and gets worse with every turn of the page.
Like a book you don't want to read.
The fear builds up as if you bleed,
bleed goodness and joy.
Like an unwound toy
you can't get anywhere
without playing a huge fare.
Your clocks unwound and broken
your pride is strokin'.
With no light at the end of the tunnel,
forced to drink through a funnel.
You're left to die
and your innards fry.
You wish it would all go away,
the darkness and dismay.
The fear builds and the light dims
and you're left... alone...

To Help

2007-10-12T23:04:00.000-04:00

The need to release
without stirring the police.
The need to wait
without falling behind the bait.
The need to wake
when all you want to do is sleep.
It's all so fake.
No one is ever that deep.
Or is it true
that someone can look straight through.
So far through they can see the truth
like some super sleuth.
Is it possible for someone like that to be alive
and in a world full of hell thrive?
Is it me that I speak of?
Is all I need to do is love?
Care for the rest
and bear a crest
that says who I am.
A title that everyone knows.
Every sir and maim
that leave emotional blows
to show me what they feel
and to slowly, but surely, reveal
what is wrong that they know
so I can go,
leave to help, to help, to help those who
for all their own love they share with just a few.
The true, the loved, the innocent.
The few, the many, in that incident,
those who helped and those who needed it.
I am there to live for them, with them, be them.
And instead of taking a whole lot of shit
save them, help them. I need to help them.

Summer's End

2007-10-07T00:16:00.000-04:00

Summer's end has come and passed
and looking now back at my past
I notice all that I regret
and stuff I've managed to forget.
Things that I've seen go by so fast
that when you take a moment to think
you break free of your cast
and rise to see the brink,
the extent to which you can see.
Then you realize what you could be
hasn't been what you were,
but you never know for sure
whether changing the past would make things better
or whether it would make them worse.
The past always writes a letter
like an unstoppable curse,
that tells you what you did.
How much would you bid
to change your life to what it could be
than rather let it run free.
Go with the flow,
straighten out your bow,
and be thankful for the life you own,
the life through which you have grown.
And if you wish it to change, then write a letter
and promise yourself to make things better
anyway you can
to prevent it from hitting the fan.

May Day

2007-05-16T20:24:00.000-04:00

They say April showers bring May flowers
like something supernatural with special powers.
I've always wanted to see this being before me
just sitting in a grassy field quiet and still as can be.
And I could approach, carefully not to startle it.
And introduce myself before it stands before me physically fit.
In a simple wave of its hand
it could lauch me clear across the land.
Into a far away ocean or stream,
but in its presence I feel no need to scream.
When you approach your fear leaves you
and you see yourself in its eyes and it does too.
It says "My name is Day,
and I'm never too far away."
"Seek me when you are feeling low,
and I'll take you where you need to go
to feel good and at peace."
The wind blows and it feels like fleece.
It raised its hand to the sky
and said "I must fly,
for his time is coming."
And it flew away humming.
And sure enough, not a moment too soon
came something dressed in black, playing a bassoon.
It walked and did not fly,
for it took its time to pass by.
And it said to me at first sight
"You've met my friend, my name is Night."

Rush of the Breeze

2007-04-24T19:16:00.000-04:00

It flows all around you like water in the ocean,
sets all kinds of things into motion.
You feel it on your skin
and it feels just like a blanket, thin.
I feels good when your hot,
and even sometimes when your not.
Why it feels so good all depends.
Peoples thoughts go around different bends.
The rush of the breeze
when cold makes you freeze.
But when the air is warm enough
it is no where near rough.
It fills your lungs to the limit
as you run through it.
The flow of it is as smooth as ice
but feels much more nice.
So, next time you stand still,
put your arms out like a windmill
and just let the wind pass along your arm
and let it fill you with its charm.
Sit back, relax, and chill
for the rush of the breeze is never still.

Hitting the Fan

2007-04-22T20:51:00.000-04:00

When all is lost,
where hope is the cost.
When your left at your wits end
and nothing looks good around the bend.
When you see your life crashing down before you
and it seems as if there is nothing you can do.
When it seems your life has hit the fan
and your sanity is fried in a pan.
Your brain seems scattered with not hope of getting it back.
You stand alone because your brain is starting to pack
to leave you stranded with all your frustration
and you've lost all anticipation.
You have no idea what you are going to do
so you sit back and watch as you brain leaves you.
It takes a trip never to return
and your insides begin to burn.
Your frustration builds as an endless void,
and there's nowhere you can go to avoid
your inevitable fate.
As your brain leaves the gate
you scream for it to come back to you,
but there is nothing you can do.
All you can do is sit back and look
as your brain looks back and you see all it took
with it to the end
and you cannot defend
yourself at the meeting
because all your thoughts are fleeting
with no brain to hold them in.
Your attention span is thin.
You scream as loud as you can
because you've hit the fan.
Again and again you try
but it all goes by.
Till, your left with just you and the fan
after you've done all that you can.

Birth of a Demon

2007-04-21T17:13:00.000-04:00

It rises from the depths of sorrow,
from which one must not follow.
From the darkness that is sought
from this monster's eyes caught.
Seeking through hell to find a way
to rise up among us and play
in it's most hellish thought.
Something only the most courageous have fought.
They lose their lives, their souls
and most of all, their goals.
As it rises from fire,
playing on our desire,
our desire to do what we please,
like a car they use their own keys
to tap into our minds and tell us what to do
from what we think down to our shoes
to go where they want to go.
Making our lives lose it's flow.
Putting us all into our own hell,
it's a story I pray you do not tell.
The way these creatures from fairytale
raise up from the depths and make it rail hail.
Hail of fire and not ice,
to force you to make a sacrifice
that will not be kept,
all done as you slept
in the bed of your own comfort
only to be destroyed.
It makes me so annoyed
that these demons walk among us
putting up and creating all the fuss
that plaques our world today
all done in his most wretched way.
The way of their master
forcing the world to fall faster
into a most hellish place
somewhere out in space,
where everything evil from our dreams
flow into our lives faster than streams.
They will rise and destroy us all
and it is then that we will fall.

Broken Hearted

2007-04-18T16:03:00.000-04:00

I've learned before that I have to accept what I cannot change
even when it all seems just too strange,
but nothing is as strange and hurtful as a broken heart.
Right from the start
it hurts to much to bare.
When you walk around town people just stare
because they know you're hurt.
They can see it by the way you wear your shirt.
However, they just watch as you walk by.
Then when you look at them they turn to the sky,
acting as if they hadn't been doing a thing.
So, now you sit by the phone waiting for it to ring.
It feels as though it never will,
so you grab one pill.
And then you think your done,
but a little later you take another one.
And before you know it
you realize "Shit!"
"I just finished the bottle!"
And now when you walk you waddle.
You stumble to the phone,
you listen for the tone,
you dial the number,
then fall into a slumber.
You then are left into the hands of Fate,
whether it loves, or loves to hate.
You see the light,
but you're scared and fight.
You don't think you can be dead,
you were just laying in your bed.
Asleep.
Very deep.
But, you'll never wake
because you made that mistake.
And now you lie on the floor,
only a few feet from the door,
out cold,
never got the chance to grow old
because you let your emotions get the best of you.
Something for which you cannot sue
or curse, or punch, or fight.
Because what happens in the night
could be the last thing you will ever do
if you take the wrong road. It's up to you.
It is up to you to choose.
I beg you not to lose.

Serenity

2007-04-11T17:16:00.000-04:00

The light from the sun
glistening on the run.
Waking in the hay,
waking to the day.
Looking around and taking in the clean air.
It is one of the most lovely things to bare,
to bare witness to the Earth as it should be
with clean fresh air and everyone free.
Free from this and that,
free to hit the ball with a good bat,
free to sing and dance in the rain
and to not get sick or be in pain.
A lovely sight and sound
that comes from all around.
The peace and quiet away from the city
and especially the ease and simplicity.
Having the world in your grasp,
swimming to the surface to gasp.
Gasp for the clean and fresh air.
The loveliest thing to bare.

Inner Innocence

2007-04-04T19:31:00.000-04:00

Daylight comes and goes
filled of happiness and woes.
It leaves you with a sense of knowledge
or makes you want to jump off a ledge.
The pain and agony of it all
can make you want to fall.
But falling will only make it go faster,
not better or worse, but that depends on the caster.
I ask you to lay down slow.
Close your eyes and let your vision snow.
Leave your physical body only for a moment
and be filled with the inner enchantment.
Let your dreams heal your pain.
Let your woes fall away like rain.
Focus on the peace and joys,
like as a kid and you had all of those toys.
Gain back your childly innocence,
like in the movie "The Sixth Sense".
Don't fret over your problems.
Don't let someone see your dreams and rob them.
Rob them of the innocence they posses.
Put on that old dress.
See how well you look.
Get a bike and ride along the brook.
Fell good about who you are and what you do.
Don't let something small get you down like a pebble in your shoe.
Take it out and throw it far.
For you should know, your not kept in a jar.

Beauty of Diversity

2007-03-29T22:39:00.000-04:00

Alone, one flower,
no matter its power,
isn't as powerful as a field.
But a field that only one kind of flower yield
isn't as beautiful as a pallet.
With it, you are struck with the power of a mallet.
You see for yourself the beauty of it all.
Because alone you will fall.
But with a cornucopia of friends
the possibility never ends.
The possibility to make the world a better place
to set down and secure a base
for which it will all be built
a foundation without guilt,
without anger, without hate.
a foundation that will help us appreciate
what we have on this little marble out in space.
So, do you part to make it a better place.
Join hands and sing,
with love conquering.
Because this world is all we have to show
what all it is that we know.

Fighting the Elements

2007-03-22T20:33:00.000-04:00

As I walk past the same tree
I realize this is where I should not be.
I walk a little further into the wood
Being careful not to look back at where I stood.
For if I did I don't know what would be there
and the ends would stand my hair.
I run into the dark and deep
Listening for what would creep.
What would sneak up on you.
It is all fact and true
that what you do when your alone,
completely lost without a phone,
it is easy to scare
when you think you see something stare.
When the snow starts to fall
you can't help but stop and curl into a ball
to keep yourself warm and survive
when the elements don't want to keep you alive.
I've seen into the eyes of death
and smelled his terrible breath.
I've seen what he can do,
and that is why I warn you.
Warn you to prepare,
pack you underwear.
Bring your flashlight
be ready to fight.
Fight against the elements and win
or else you are fin.
Look into the eyes of death and laugh
and embrace the new born calf
the calf of survival to laugh in the face of danger
with no need for a forest ranger.
You are on your own...

Taming the Beast of Knowledge

2007-03-19T19:31:00.000-04:00

I've been kicked,
I've been tricked,
I've been stripped,
I've been nipped.
All these I have been,
but never did I do the sin.
You might say,
but you don't look that way.
The truth is there,
but not quite so fair.
I should have been plain.
So, if you'll let me explain.
I've learned all that I know
from the books I carry? No!
I've learned it all
from the ones that throw the ball.
The ones that stand and teach
rather than spend their time at the beach.
The ones who strive
the one who thrive
on the teaching of what there is to learn.
And never do they really complain on what they earn.
And what they earn is the knowing of what they show
we all learn and we all will know
so we can become great.
They are the bait
on our poles
fishing for roles
where we fit into society.
It is the propriety
in what they do that helps us feast.
To wield a sword against the beast
the beast that is knowledge.
Push him off the edge,
into the abyss that is our understanding.
Open up the plane zone for landing,
for we have just come in
to see what is right under out chin.
The knowledge that is out there
for us all to share.

Lost Love

2007-03-16T22:49:00.000-04:00

I saw her everyday,
walking down the halls.
My mind doing acrobatics,
like seals dancing on balls.
My heart aflutter with love at first sight,
I would take her out even if she put up a fight.
I would be the one for her, and her the one for me.
But there was one thing I couldn't see.
I couldn't see where she would peer.
I couldn't see for more than a year.
She didn't notice me at all,
for a little look further down the hall
you would see him.
(I think his name was Jim)
He was the one she wanted to date.
As though I came from a crate
and he from a store.
I couldn't have her anymore.
I lost her.
My friends concur.
I saw her for the real beauty within,
but she wanted the guy with the dimpled chin.
A guy who only saw her as another chance
to get into another girl's pants.
I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.
I followed them into the subway.
That is where he made his first move.
This was the start of things I could use to prove
that he didn't care.
He started to caress her hair.
They got into the car
and stood by the bar.
They both held on tight.
I held my will to fight.
They stared at each other the whole way.
I had to look away.
When they left the car
with the door ajar
I followed them out.
I tried not to pout.
They got to the house,
where I hid like a mouse.
They went in together.
Her feeling light as a feather.
I left. I cried.
I really, really tried.
But I couldn't do it.
Even though I could prove it.
The next day I went to my career
with the fear
she would come in sad and broken.
But this time I would not pay the token
to see if she was okay.
I wanted her to stay away.
She came in later that day
and "Good morning" is all she would say.
With a smile on her face,
with a steady and upbeat pace
she made it to her door.
I stood up and screamed "WHORE!"
I left quick on the spot
before I took that painful shot.
I wanted to show her what she did,
the same thing that I did as a kid.
This time the high lasted too long.
I knew something was wrong.
I ran down the street
when I felt numb in my feet.
I fell to the ground
with a loud sound.
I died that night,
I could not fight.
I lost her, the one I love.
And she lost me to the white dove.

In the Eyes of Tiredness

2007-03-16T18:05:00.000-04:00

I try my best to stay awake
and hide my attempts to dream of lakes.
I hold my eyelids to keep them up
and drink coffee from my large cup.
I'm tired, I'm sleepy,
my eyes want to close deeply.
My vision fades
as the sound wades.
I see the haze of dreams
of cakes and creams.
I want to sleep right now
but I don't know how
with all these people staring at me
To do so would be a catastraphy,
but I don't care
I'll sleep now and tell you where
where I go
I'll let you know.

The Midnight Monsters

2007-03-14T21:17:00.000-04:00

I wake up in the night and look and see
through the darkness that has overcome me.
I see the shapes dancing up the wall.
I hide from them as they seem to crawl.
I peek out from my sheet
and stare down towards my feet
where I see a shape most frightening of all
that did not come from the hall.
I lay still and quiet
though in my mind there is a riot
to run for my life
and grab a knife,
but I keep my nerve
because my God I serve.
I reach for the lamp
through the dark and the damp.
I grab the switch
and try not to twitch
to not wake the beast;
today he will not feast
for with a twist of the switch a mighty light
comes out to prevail in the fight
to destroy the darkness
and take hold and harness
that beast in the night
that caused me my fright
and show it for what it was
a large ball of fuzz.
The monster that plagued me so
was only my dog Bobo.

I'm Bored of Boredom

2007-03-08T16:08:00.001-05:00

I sit inside this darkened room
filled with the smell of cheap perfume.
I look around and wait
wondering if there's been a change in date.
I watch the walls from the floor,
but even this is such a bore.
I can't find anything to do
but wonder if I'll get to play too.
I see the children playing outside
but the rules I didn't abide.
The boredom seeps through my brain
making me go insane.
I need to play,
I cannot stay.
There are places I'd like to be,
however, those places I cannot see.
If I can't escape this boredom soon
I'll go crazy and say I'm from the moon.
A few more hours I have to creep
until I can fall fast asleep.

Blind to the Situation

2007-03-08T16:07:00.001-05:00

I stare at her as she stares back at me.
I wait for it to happen, I count 1... 2... 3...
But it never happens cuz I'm on 8... 9...10...
I can't take it so I count over again.
1... 2... 3...
Then she says to me,
"I don't feel the same"
And she walks away. It is me that I blame.
I'm not the most lovable guy,
but when I talk they look to the sky,
hoping and praying it will soon be over
cuz I'm not as lucky without a 4 clover.
I see what they think and think what they feel.
I just hope and pray it isn't for real.
But it is, it is me.
me, the one they see.
I walk away into the night.
Nobody notices as I walk out of sight.
I keep walking and no one stops to say "hello"
So I keep walking and I go.
I leave before anyone else can hurt me the way I am.
I go home and all the emails I get are spam.
I go to bed and turn out the light,
thinking only of how I'm loosing the fight.
I can't keep going, I can't hang on.
And before you know it... I'm gone.

Him

2007-03-08T16:05:00.000-05:00

In the brightness of day or the darkness of night,
I stand without fear or fright.
This is because I know I'm well and not alone,
because he is with me, but not reachable by phone.
He is truth, he is life, he is there, he is here, near and never far.
I will always know because ajar
is the door of truth, and he stands in the doorway, waiting for us all.
Waiting for when it is time for the call.

Marry me in Marriage

2007-03-08T16:04:00.000-05:00

As I look into the eyes of my beautiful wife,
I stare into the abyss of love and all that matters to me.
I see myself with her for eternity,
standing side by side,
with nothing to hide.
I see myself on our bed
holding our baby, being careful of the head.
Seeing her cry tears of happiness,
and me the same because I feel no less.
The future of me is with her
and the family we start together.

Full of Uselessness

2007-03-08T16:01:00.000-05:00

A short look
down the brook
and you will see
something more than me.
I don't see it
because I don't feel it.
It is acceptance, it is love,
it is happiness, it's a hug.
That brook of hope and dreams does not appear to those who hide and skip out;
leave without a doubt.
People like me who don't see,
see the face of truth, the face of goodness.
I feel worthless.
No price tag on my soul.
Only tossed aside like trash;
a cigarette butt.
Going on the team I get cut.
I'm no good.
I can't breathe.
If only it wasn't me.

Wonderous Fall

2007-03-08T15:58:00.000-05:00

Leaves all around,
falling to the ground.
Colors of red, brown, and yellow,
colors that make one mellow.
It means winter is coming,
and summer is running away.
It changes people's mood,
and means it is time to harvest food. (Except for spinich... lol)
Days are shorter and darker
like it is being covered with a gray marker.
School is in session,
and now it is time for a confession
that fall is my favorite time of year,
it is a time that some hold dear.
It means time for family and friends
all getting together and making amends.
To share and play
while the days waste away.
All this can happen during fall,
and that is why I enjoy it most of all.