The poetry of a lifetime . . .
I enjoy writing poetry, it is something I have done since I was able to write. Some of these poems are from early on in my life, and some are more recent. All of them are of course copyrighted so, no one has permission to use them in any shape, form, or way with out my express written conscent. However, you are all welcome to read them and enjoy them. Of course, as time goes one more poetry shall be added for all to see. Of course, not all of my poetry can be found here.
I miss you
In my dreams I have seen you a thousand times,
And there I do not miss you . . .
In my dreams we smile, we laugh, we walk where the sun shines,
And there I do not miss you . . .
In my dreams you are still alive, holding my hand, where our love is still so fine . . .
And there I do not miss you . . .
Yet I awake to an empty bed, all of the past then fills my head . . .
And here I miss you . . .
What cruelty is this that you have been taken away,
And yet at night I dream of you as if you had stayed . . .
Still, in the morning when I awake my sorrow is renewed and I am reminded that you've gone away . . .
It's every day . . .
And I miss you . . .
Dreaming of you. . .
A lapse in time, a lapse in rhyme. . .
A lapse in all believed to make sense. . .
Pictures of games, pictures with names,
And it all jumbles together to make no sense. . .
Maybe it's the pressure, maybe it’s the pain,
Just take an aspirin, and try to forget it all again. . .
Getting to Know you . . .
A breeze, a touch,
Your gentle caress which I crave…
Eyes of jade, made to entice…
Hair of fire, more than suffice…
Beauty to amaze, meant for no man alive or in the grave…
Oh how they must hound thee,
Simply for a glance, yet your smile is rarer still,
Hope for a glimmer, and to gain your hand at will…
It’s like a thick morning mist,
The haze you put into my mind…
Then all my worries and struggles become benign…
How I love to hear you sigh,
The sweet sound of your breath makes me believe to
heaven I’ve gone and died…
A crush, mayhap a simple term…
Or is it a touch of the love i crave and constantly yearn…
All the wrong suspects . . .
In times of life we find ourselves questioning
the truth of things…
When given a doubt which tears at the truth of living…
Are you fallen or are you awake?
Testing that point at which you might break…
Following a path stumbling and bare…
Left behind by those who do not care…
Would you try to test the waters of eternity?
When life pushes you down and death is but a memory?
Struggle now with me and question the truth of things…
Abduction . . .
In the absence of humility, they are fallen…
Twisting in that spiral ever flowing down… down.
One cannot convey an absolute…
Tingly, quiet, and soft…
No more pain… no more suffering…
Quiet…
It always comes in threes… yes… the things which
hurt…
Personal or not… it can become ever worse?
Still, on cool reflection… one may find…
All the misery one left behind…
’Tis truly just something to hold on to…
to cling and hope…
When knowing better, should one simply let go?
Revisiting the past and Reunion . . .
In the absence of emptiness do we crawl along our paths,
in the turmoil of strife do we face our own wrath…
What is this noise which surrounds me here, is it life, or
just death drawing near…
Have I lived a thousand lives to understand this thing, or
am I just hoping for a simple summer’s rain…
Why do we draw nearer when we push each other away,
why do try to care when all we do is cause so much
pain…
How can there be love if it is so cruel,
yet when I feel it I feel so unreal…
Am I just a tool…
a simple spoke and wheel…
Are we to continue falling when there is no end and no fuel…
Try me… Try me again…
Let me show you that some things don’t end…
Trust me and take me away…
Away from life, away from the misery we face each day…
Help, and let me give you a hand…
Let us not crumble into nothingness again…
Feel me and know that I am warm…
I am here and alive…
Not dead or unborn…
Would you leave me if I had my way…
am I too constricting or cruel in each day…
Would you stay with me if I professed my love…
Would you turn your back and give a simple shrug…
Why can’t you hear me when I am screaming inside…
Why can’t you see me when I bleed and cry…
What is it that I have to do to get through to you…
am I fighting against myself…
Or am I losing too…
Autumn Rain
And what were those feelings,
Covered in the folds of brightly colored daffodils as we lay in fields of summer . . .
The world seemed so bleak and grey before I met you . . .
It was as if the sun never shined and all there was was the rain . . .
That soft pitter patter of drops to keep me company amidst my solitude in a fortress of sorrow. . .
But now the Autumn leaves turn their shades which I have never seen . . .
Orange, yellow, and brown . . .
A sight and festival of colors for which all should behold . . .
A side of life who’s meaning I cannot quite glean . . .
Yet I know one thing . . .
I love you . . .
Glamour . . .
The wonderment of passion,
It’s colors are purple and red…
The glow from thy window, tis a shimmer…
Yea, but a soft glimmer of the warmth you hold…
Like a candle in the wind…
Fighting, struggling, to n’ere allow the cold in…
A golden halo rides upon your fiery hair…
And eyes of jade, with innocence, are also there…
Just one sweet smile upon your lips,
Tis all I need to lift my spirits…
Romantic Unions . . .
A sudden smile across your face,
The sweet tenderness of your embrace…
The fragrance of you fills the air,
As if soft velvet pedals of a rose scattered everywhere…
I feel your touch, even your stare…
All focused on me, I would know them anywhere…
It confuses my senses to have you near…
For then it is only my heart which I hear…
What should I do?
Where shall this go?
As we embrace and not think of the ‘marrow…
Let me take you with me,
Forever and a day…
Let our love lead the way…
The Wild Hunt . . .
In the shallows we wade, letting the water caress our skin like soft suede…
Perhaps it is in the sunset, or the rising of the tides, but still we wait for some unforgettable ride…
What are you searching for, so cries the wind, what are
you here for, again, and again…
In these days where some may be lost and unbound, we are constantly searching for something we wish we have found…
Now in cool waters, let the waves caress…
Now as the sun falters, let the light drift…
Float amongst the waves and let the sea carry you out, it
is not oblivion, but you will find peace throughout…
As the day’s light fades, we let the moon come to bear, its light drifting over us and washing away our worries and cares…
Here then, in the moonlight may we find ourselves and our true meanings…
For here we may meditate and let her wash over us…
a sea of inspirations which is teeming…
Floating now amongst the sea, we may look up and admire…
Floating now amongst the waves, we can feel the caress and desire…
And so we float on… and on… awaiting our great wave…
let it rise up and consume us before the next day’s rays…
Death or Demise . . .
How can I embrace such sensation, to speak so simply
and confer what I feel within the depths of my soul?
How is it possible to show… what truly lies deep inside
another… would it really impact you then?
I am at an end… a simple impasse… forever falling…
Perhaps if you look back on a lonely rainy day…
you will see me… hearing the soft patter of drops upon
your window and the slight chill within the air…
Here we can begin… forever searching…
trying to see within…
It is a soft whisper then… caressing…
as you rock slowly in a chair…
Staring forward, and realizing nothings there…
The soft sound of creaking wood…
followed by the wind in the trees…
It is speaking… forever taunting me…
Then you get the urge… crawling up and wrapping
your arms around your knees…
Feel your heart begin to race… the pounding in
your ears… skip… beat…
and panic comes nipping at your heels…
Slow… slow… can you calm down…
listen to the swirling wind…
Calm… calm… yet again… tis naught…
Just breath… caught instead…
Then…
Twisting…
Turning…
Down…
In your guts again…
As the breaths quicken, you struggle to
catch up to the sound…
But there is no air to satisfy you or take leave…
no… no…
Force the pace…
Breathe deeply and hope for release…
Stare forward once more and see… that this…
is not your hopeful peace…
only to realize that in front…
what you see truly comes from within…
Is it now that you are sinking, lost from control…
Drowning, churning, a never ending…
swirl… down… twirl…
Stop!
Stop… there you see the shadows taunting…
Laughing…
Rejoicing in ones misery…
And it never ends… just keep hoping and
bracing for the fall…
I know I’m not perfect, but I keep trying despite it all…
You may never know… how deeply… all of it goes…
Shadows and Solidarity . . .
Far away, far away…
Is the darkness far away?
Dost thou know of what thy speaks,
Or dost death come upon wings your soul to reap?
O’ the lost souls of the dead,
Some good, some bad, and some unread…
Yet, it cares not, from me to thy…
While my fallen cousins break bread of rye…
Silent, silent, is their sleep…
Darkness is creeping and the mourners weep…
Tis a veil of blackened mist,
Crawling, crawling, at the ground with an evil hiss…
It lies in wait only for thy…
Smirking…
Knowing…
That ye shall die…
Stalked now, arrogant prey,
Is it you which shall die this day…
Love and hate . . .
Watching, watching, as I may…
Tis all I can do anyway…
Tempted I may be, tempted I may stay…
Yet you seem so far away…
How I long to touch your skin,
How I wish for love that would never end…
Gentle embrace abandoned be…
By the gods how you beckon me…
Oh, is this how we should live…
Separated by space, yet so close we could kiss…
For death may come to take thee from me…
And then the past would just repeat in solidarity…
Save me from myself . . .
Here is that which I give…
To take away sorrow and help thee live…
True, it may only be a rose,
But it carries happiness and health as it goes…
There is that other which you may also receive,
My promise of love and friendship that shall never leave…
Perhaps tis how one carries out the day…
Yet still, as it rests in thy window ceil,
Tis a constant reminder that I am here until you heal…
As a friend, as a companion, as a lover…
So keep in mind…
I shall never leave you behind…
And n’ere fear, for truth and love are always near…
A messanger of the dead . . .
It is a sad day…
that day of woes,
the time of reckoning that always shows
I hear you calling,
always out for more, I see you bawling…
always so sore…
Do you remember the times of heaven which each of us shared?
Can you recall the loving warmth which came without care?
I recall the once upon a time, that far off land where we laid down to die…
And as the darkness came to wrap out willing souls,
I heard you cry out, tormented…
your sins consuming you whole…
Now we are waiting, standing before our judge,
and I see you cast down…
forever so low. . .
What did you do that I could not see?
How was it that you so betrayed me?
Was there confusion upon my heart which was so dense that it tore me apart…
I would weep for you yet my heart will not bear, so go now fallen…
I hope you rest well down there…
An amiable nature . . .
Yea so you see me in the light which is cast,
Yet is it my shadows which linger and last . . .
Angel or demon . . .
You will never know . . .
Till I spread my wings and the seeds I have planted begin to grow . . .
All charm and smiles,
I will sing to you sweet nothings all the whiles . . .
And when your tree is ready I will string you up upon it . . .
A martyr, a savior, a failure . . .
A sacrifice for certain which all shall blame . . .
Truth is not what they will seek,
Just greed and power for their own sakes . . .
And in the end all your trials shall be in vain . . .
Ring around the rosy . . .
Ring-a-round the rosie,
The scattering of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all lie down. . .
Ring-a-round the rosie,
The night is noisy,
Ashes! Ashes!
They hunt us down . . .
Ring-a-round the rosie,
The rope is cozy,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all hang now . . .
Rooting out the devil . . .
In the night their screams reach me,
Their voices tear at my soul,
Bake me a cake and make them better,
With your black magic fix them and make them once more whole,
Bake me a cake and make it all vanish away,
Do this for me and sealed my lips shall stay,
Bake me a cake. . .
So that I can send you to the devil whose homage you pay. . .
Bake me a cake. . .
So that I can save myself and ruin you for forever and a day. . .