Inspiration comes like a whispering wind,
I cannot catch it nor can I send,
Urging me to write to an unknown end,
Not just words to follow a trend,
But words of meaning do I extend,
To edify the body not to pretend,
Seeking a message is what I do,
Because without one it is not through,
Better to be silent than to speak without
Cause,
So choose words wisely and to foolishness
Give pause.
Alone…
Alone I sit…
Alone I breathe…
Eat, sleep, seethe, and dream.
Can’t shake this feeling of loneliness
This cold isolation of emptiness.
Step out from this hole i call home
Where society looks estranged.
People everywhere, yet still I feel alone
Cut off from this place.
Alone again I sit in silence and solitude,
Able to breathe once more.
I lie awake with echoes of music in the air.
Thinking about my life and what went wrong,
But I still have yet to find the answer.
Slowly my eyes begin to close..
As I fall into another world
Dreams oh dreams!
How so you comfort me
And torture me all the same…
But in the end I will always find
That I am wide awake.
Upon a board of black and white,
soldiers shiver in winter snow.
We ready our rifles before the fight,
our silence splintered by stygian crow.
And so, and so, we make our move,
through frozen mud we march.
We trample over a dead white dove,
and then the order. Charge!
We run towards our untimely end,
never pausing for a moment’s breath.
Not sparing a second to defend,
we dash into the jaws of death.
So here I was broken, on the board,
Amid dead, departing at dawn,
Far, far away from a loving God,
an honest innocent pawn.
Most of the time, it brought me sheer pleasure. Sometimes, it brought me disquieting, indescribable feelings that only I could very well comprehend. To put these feelings into a deeper perspective, I express them into words that most people could not grasp but clearly illustrate the hindsight of my existence.
“What will I be without it?” is a question I wouldn’t dare entertain. For I know that mainly thinking of it would cause me pain.
A lot of people had appreciated its beauty but I do think that they relished it only superficially. Because behind the beauty of poetry are hidden messages that only the poet could very well empathize with although the readers could put so much meaning to it.
Poetry is like casting a stone on the ocean. It will cause ripples on its first touch, and as it is surrounded by the ocean’s immensity, the stone is bound to go deep. And the more you are entangled by its artistry, the more you are immersed until you get lost in its beauty.
And so I live with it. At times I feel like I cannot do without it. And even though some of my friends say that, “Poetry only makes people harder to understand,” I would like to always be part of it.
Then maybe, I’ll know why Sylvia and Anne had the greatest compulsion to kill themselves and be considered as one of the most sought after poets of all time. Or why E.E. Cummings had to disengage from the conventions of society and be well known for his avant-garde innovations, controlling both the looks and content of his poems.
Or maybe then, I will be able to understand why I keep on reading other people’s poems and not my own!
“…and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing…”
Because you think you know
You hear but do not listen
Quietly, it calls out to you
You ignore its call..
Because you think you know
You talk but do not speak
It speaks to you
You muffle its sound with your words..
Because you think you know
You look but do not see
It sees right through you
You are blind to it..
Because you think you know
You touch but do not feel
It reaches for you
You pull away..
Because you think you know
You live, but do not love
Unable to sustain
It passes you by..
Standing in a doorway, facing what can’t be faced.
Hiding from myself, hidden from life itself
From the darkness, I look into the glimmering light.
Reason is shielded from my sight
Closing my eyes….
Bowing my head….
Opening my soul…
Peering within…
For, through this doorway lays
The trials of my destiny
Or
The chains of my lunacy
An arrow pierced my heart,
and my heart into the heavens went.
To a day yet unknown, and an hour yet complete.
Waits among the starry sky, where other love’s compete.
No longer guided to stay the course,
love is spent; unaware of its mark.
Still. In the cold vacuum of space, unmoved.
Its vibration left unsatisfied.
I will be careful with your love,
among the arrows in the sky.
I nock this arrow with my soul,
and let it loose into the night.
May its pulse never fade,
though its true worth, may never be realized.
I find myself trapped by bodies that move with this continuous stride and feet that march with fashionable certainty.
My feet falter sideways to make room as I’m forced to face the faces, forced to catch the eyes that catch on me.
Changing direction at this point would only draw more attention.
So I step through the exit, reducing in size and I reach for my entrance.
I am walking over your grave
You cannot be saved
You tried to be rid of me
But only succeeded in setting a demon free
I’ve been watching you
Calculating every move and glance too
I know you feel my presence
You know I’ve come to wreak my vengence
I haunt your every action and thought
Willing you to be overly distraught
Do you feel your soul escaping?
Leaving a massive hole, gaping
You’ve tried to ignore this
But I’ve got you clenched in my fist
Struggling will only make it worse
You are to be my first
Many more to come
But you, you are the one
The one who abused and critisized me
The one who killed me
Heaven-bide the looks in your eyes
Wings of glory who shade my demise
Peaceful renderings when at your knees
A soothing melody ringing for thee
A light atmosphere pleasant to breath
A burning desire to hold you forever safe
The brightest light when looking in your eyes
Everlasting feelings of addiction, never satisfy.
And shield me my angel from the suffering
Cover me with your wings of comfort from the night
Find in me the confidence to share your heart
To always and forever be your object of desire.
Stop what I’m doing
Decide to pay a little attention
Details suspend
Just wanting to connect between the beginning & the end
To be a blessing here on earth like a constant friend
Now up creeps Audacity to in essence let this ink speak these particular words
Kt’s subjects, baby verbs
Lately I seldom take time to listen to the bites of insight I swear I’ve always heard
I’m idle like a bird with clipped wings
I get around but can’t take flight
As I slip away to dance with wolves through the night
My burdens rest with the light
I might get it one day
Until then please fervently pray
I make way to reside on the hot side of the fence
I adversely sway with the wind
As the character in my own tale I admit I’m content
Yet as the reader I’m wrapped in suspense
Because I am more than aware of the consequence
Aware that for my destiny to have effect this flesh I possess must submit
Until then my aim is to live on pure purpose
Learned the hard way what faith without work is
Ask is it worth it??
I watched and I waited as my patience grew thin
a believer’s promise foretold in an ancient book
a book of beginnings a book of endings
stories of lives stories of lessons
moments of light then nightmares of darkness
awaited as the words on the page started to come to life
I sadly watched neighbors go unchanged with their hardened hearts
denying the truth denying the warnings
earthquakes tornadoes pestilence disease
prophecy foretold still with unbelief
Then suddenly the fragile ground started to rumble beneath me
with the blast and roar of a million trumpets
magnetized by my thoughts I was drawn to an eye closing blinding light
the hands of perfect love embraced me welcomed me
the world suddenly divided good from evil
as the aurora of peace enveloped the united body
we were instantly changed forever in a blink of an eye
Confronting
The Other in the mirror
For a while
I have been caught in another realm entirely
And she is drifting…
Drifting…
But she calls to me
In muffled darkness
She says
You are not seeing clearly
She says
You are walking as if in a dream
Only half there
Call it love
But are you living?
Memories of independent dreams
Can no longer be reached
The landscape of my mind
Has since then dramatically changed
But the Other in the mirror keeps looking back
And reminds me constantly.
She says
Brace Yourself
For the day
When you will fly away
When you will have to live again
Brace yourself
Because though you think you have weakened
You will learn to become me
Once again
Still,
As the whippoorwill,
In a breathless void,
I reach for my quill,
And from it, if you will,
Come the words I’ve sought to avoid.
Fleeing and broken
From the lips when spoken,
Yet through the pen only proof
That poetry flows
From the source of the soul
And speaketh a tongue called truth.
You shouldn’t be afraid
of what is to come
You should be afraid
of what you’ll become
Your silence is what
keeps you forbidden
From your kingdom
that is hidden
Let your thoughts
express your colors
Soon it’ll spread
from one to another
Ironically, i wrote this during, and about my english class..
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
I think i’m right and i speak for us all
this class in pointless, boring, and dull
Tik tok, goes the clock on the wall
In and out, heavinly breathing, half the class in unwakeably sleeping
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Across the room what ailes us all is the tap tap tapping of a pencil against the wall
Crick crack i popped my back and i lack the patience to sit through
This who what did what teachers shpiel
Tell me kids how’d it make you feel?
Tik tok goes the clock on the wall
Rabble rabble, her coninuous babble causes pain to the brain like a knee to the gravel
She’s wrapping up, we’re almost done, soom we’ll all be outside in the sun
Running. laughing, having fun
But untill that bell has finally rung
We sit and listen, to this classroom symphony
And stare in awe, at the tik toking clock on the wall
Darkness be my friend tonight
Although I walk in your Darkness
May Peace and Love
Be my guiding Light
Darkness Be my pillow
Allow me to lay my head down
And let me sleep in the coolness of your shadow
In the silence of your deep Devine
When things go wrong
And life turns rough
And no one is thinking of me,
I close my eyes,
Open my heart
You’re the angel that I see
Darkness be my friend tonight
Floating in an ethereal bliss,
eyes closed to the sound of night.
Falling stars dance around me and miss,
illuminating the etches of my mind in light.
Wrapped in rainbow clouds in the mist,
comes a vision so clear.
Images of destroyed cities glists,
shattering my peace with replacing fear.
Time stands still and the air tightens,
standing among stagnant life that remains.
Senses tingle and heighten,
as the decay poisons the heinous plane.
The darkened sky is a glow,
thousands of twinkling light.
Crashing thunder bellows,
as a sea of mushroom clouds foretell the plight.
Hit by a tsunami of inferno,
matter breaks apart.
Incinerating… even internal,
who knows when this will start….
Jerked back to the ethereal sight,
from a vision so painful it burned.
Is this fate? or our plight?
Is it time for our page to be turned??
Dear Paper,
I am writing this letter on you,
knowing you will receive it.
With the coming of technology their
will be less intercourse between us then
there ever has. I will be
left to rust and you will yellow with age.
We will become the forgotten tools
Of man.
Sincerely,
Your Pen Pal
