Solstice for the Weary

"The sun displays it's reddish rays
through the shrouded leaves
bursting through stoutest gaze
and every shadow cleaves

In meeting, darkness gives it's way
providing warmth and aiding sight
the sun defines the day
and vision to beauty so bright

What better cause than the sun
showing all is good and right
dispersing any need to run 
but every need to stay and fight"

It can be hard to live in the moment, to have clear vision for the beauty around us, but when you do have a single moment of clarity, it is an event of infinite beauty. It makes life worth living.

Heavenly Friends

"I sit alone 'neath a speckled sky
listening to the whistling wind

the stars above me flutter and fly
but tonight they're my only friend"

Forsaken Lullaby

"I dream of dreams gone by,

shaken by the wind,
where thought and life collide,
and belief with action blend,

a forsaken lullaby.

Symphony of boundless loss,
broken though I try,
memories nailed upon the cross,
I've put them there to die,

a forsaken lullaby.

I drop no thought of worth,
illusions fully fed,
given unto birth,
to dance among the dead,

sung low from the sky,
a forsaken lullaby.

A song I wrote."

Listen to it here.

Forbearance

"Incarceration of the mind,
by searing pain through skin,

is enough for men to leave behind,
life and all which lies within.

Be it of a worthy cause,
to struggle and to fight,

to bear our world and it's flaws,
or judge our final rest as right."

Who is to say, besides those beyond the grave?

Pearly-ou

"When it seems the cold wind blows away the last strength that staves all fear,
I will always be right here waiting to lift you back up,
I may not be much but I will try my best to be you're cheer,
I will catch every tear within my own cup.
You are the reason behind every rhyme,
you are the sunrise I will walk into,
you are a beauty once in a lifetime.
They say the world is our oyster, now I believe I know it is true,
'cause I found out the Pearl when I found out you."

I swear it's true.

Flunked NaPoWriMo

I haven't been able to keep up with NaPoWriMo, sadly. Dealing with too many personal issues. I find I forget to write my poem for the day, and when I remember I pump out one of those two bit poems, I was trying to avoid, again. So, I think I'll just call it quits.

But an amazing poet, and my best friend, is doing NaPoWriMo and a damn good job at it, if I say so myself. Check him out @ www.pepsiboy81.deviantart.com That's REAL poetry :)

Haggard Marionette

"Puppeteer masquerading me, so maliciously malignant to my inner core,
searching sincerely for some way to sever the strings setting my soul at war.

For now my solitude seems significant to save the people I hold dear,
from this baneful bastard, that is, my sick, sadistic puppeteer."

Anhedonia

"Burned so many bridges, I've lost count,
no damage can ever, to my spirit, amount.

I've destroyed and blocked every door,
robbed me of life until I was poor.

What kind of fucking life is this?
Sleep, eat, shit, piss...

I've wasted so much, don't even know how,
and whatever I had, well it's all gone now."

Day #3 of NaPoWriMo

"Today the cold outside is all that's real,
for today it seems it's all that I can feel.

Today the cold is my fullest plight,
it leaves me not worth of word to write."

Shit.

Where is Superman?

Carl Dent was just a boring man. Nothing special about him. No friends, no skills, nothing really. Just a sad and lonely man.

One day he found a suit and put it on. Almost instantly, Carl was gone. Superman stood in his place. Carl felt happy for the first time since he was young. Superman immediately went downtown began talking to random people, hoping to make his first friend. It worked. Superman was charming, witty, funny, and happy. He made a friend named Louis. They had supper together, and Carl was a very happy man.

Back at home Carl was in the best of spirits. Superman picked up his old Cello, which Carl had never been very good at, and played beautifully. He was ecstatic. Carl was now Superman. He was perfect.

Suddenly, Carl felt very faint. It felt as if his insides were on fire. He chugged a glass of water, but nothing happened. He yanked off his suit in an attempt to cool down. Superman was gone. Carl was back. His insides felt normal. With a sigh of relief he went to bed.

He woke up, sad as usual, until he remembered the suit. He grabbed it, and put it on. His insides burned as if the fury of hell were trying to break loose. He screamed and yanked off the suit. Carl would never be Superman again.

His phone rang. No one ever called Carl, this made him very curious. He answered. It was his friend Louis asking if he would like to meet at the bar, tonight? Carl nervously said "Yes." After hanging up, he sat down and wondered what had happened to the suit.

 He saw the Cello he had been playing the night before. He picked it up and attempted to play, but the horrifying screeches that were produced brought him to a halt. Superman was gone. A wave of despair washed over Carl.

He met Louis at the bar later that night. Louis instantly recognized a change in Carl. After a few minutes of drinking Louis asked, "Is something wrong? You don't seem yourself." But, Carl could not have been anymore himself. What Louis should have asked was, "Where is Superman?" Carl said he was fine.

Louis tried to associate with Carl as long as he could, because of the remarkable impression Superman had left on him, but Carl was not Superman. Carl was Carl, and once Louis realized this, he abandoned him. And Carl was just a sad and lonely man.

Day #3 of NaPoWriMo

"The sun rests above as the heavens golden crown,
atop the clouds are dwellers of all that's up high,
underneath, squirms the world which always is down,
I envy birds for the taste of wonder, as they fly,
they see the underworld and it's people who drown.
Upwards, the stars have never hidden their guile,
mocking man, because of his inevitable frown,
and causing the stars to don a disturbing smile."

Funny how disillusioned I was, I actually believed I was worth something.

Just false hope for the hopeless.

Day #2 of NaPoWriMo

"Driving drunken tired tears,
sickly sunken all alone,
abstract ashes fiery fears,
frozen fierce motley moan.

Forest fate,
you are
too late." 

Day #1 of NaPoWriMo (A Little Late)

I have always

ripped up

everything I

was every given,

why should

I not

accept the consequences?

I should be

three-hundred

damned

feet under

Roasting in the confines

of my own darkly,

twisted

mind

Yet,

I have not yet been

condemned

Why?

Here I talk about

my punishment

but they say

words are

worthless

I must

act

But, I don't know what

in the fucking hell

to do

I have no one to guide me

only those who would

condemn me

why

should I

argue against that

it is what I deserve

I see two options in

my horizon

Action

or

Suicide

One I know how to accomplish easily

the other would require a will

and a strength above

my own

if

someone

would just show

me the way, I would try

to act

and

not

die