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I started alone, amidst hollow agony,
A face met my path, and he comforted me. The face, it was yours, and you held me so close, But your comfort did not satisfy my soul… In complacency I agreed, your support all I’d known, My guilt kept our bond, your love was alone. Forever I decided, I would stand by your side, But truth betrayed me, and left me to hide. Like the roar of a lion, your heart then cried out, The love in your face was replaced with a doubt. You saw blame on your hands, and shame in your eyes, Without my support, you wrote your goodbye… 10 years passed over my wandering heart, The edge of my cliff, I perched to depart, But a new voice of reason found me in the dark, His voice carried light, hope for a new start… I tried to love; I tried to move on, So strong were the chains that held onto our bond. The pain of the past, the burn of the blame, I made the decision you already made…
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Take from her words, a life less sweet 1
Amidst the ashes, wades her feet A dove of pure, circles her chest But eyes deceive when laid to rest I knew of not, which he’d been lost 5 She never shed a public frost Her lips betrayed what eyes would not She sought amends for what was wrought A note to guide a skyless night 9 A lonely path with flame to fight I saw her first, without appeal An end I merely sought to deal A hand upon, a red silk dress 13 The blade, it bade me nor but rest Obeyed the blade I did, it wilt Remain parts sane within my guilt And with that life was lost a love 17 Hidden beyond the circled dove I close my eyes with it complete For hers’ it was a life less sweet Once past, already late
Change paths, gruesome fate Crimson, falls into place The churn, crime picks up pace My friend, who’s lost is gone, Churns slow, and sorrow spawn As I watch the faces pass me by,
Not a single one compares... Lost in these faces, I watch and I die, Only wishing yours was there... A million red roses is what you deserve
But a million red roses is slightly absurd Instead a single rose, will serve the purpose true In letting you know, just what "one" means to you One to cherish, one to hold, one to love, one to view One to mimic all the things, I will strive to do for you So by far the best reminder it will always be, To just let you know what that one means to me. *This piece is also a spoken electronic music piece under the "Video" section of the site.*
The chill of winters dawn, The waiting of the wind, The majesty of stars, That beckon all our kin. The power of the seas, Their wake that never sleeps. The dreams amidst the clouds, Which cause them all to weep. Their tears promise prosperity, To all who they can reach. Like words of life spoken softly, Inwardly to teach. So fertile are the young, Whose heads sway with the strife. And wise are the ancient, Whose lips christen with life. The beauty of this world, Hidden beneath our minds eye, The intensity of Nature, Who lives to never die. These words are all I have,
I care more than they can say. But if my words cast only wounds, who am I to blame? These words are all I have, They stay true with every refrain. I never meant to hurt, I never meant for this. Two people lost in pain. These words are all I have, But where do answers lay? Confusion is a friendly foe, easily found, hard to sway. These words are all I have, as we stand and face our fate. Looking out across a crumbling bridge, Where love has found its hate. These words, these few words, Can they be enough? I try so hard, I cry so hard, Will it be enough? These words, these few words, alone they hold no weight. But these words, are my words, And with them is my stake. The moonlight calls as the wind brushes my skin
Majestic mountains soar, another night begins. Trees sway with ambition, free to touch the sky, No cloud can stop the stars; my cloud can't stop the stars. A haze of inspiration, a veil of introspection, I search the life I live, for meaning and dictation. When yonder comes a flash, an unexpected sight, The thunder wakes my senses, I’m afraid, I am afraid. For all of this beauty, all of this creation, Swallowed by a storm, of terror and confusion. The clouds cry out. The rocks are quenched. But I stand still, determined not to waver. Like a concert from heaven, light and sound consume. The bright stripe across the sky, the reverberating Boom. But this storm will pass; the peace will moon light, And shine past the clouds, welcomed is the night Once it is done it’s already too late
To change the past, a gruesome fate Crimson tears falling from my face The guilt of the crime slowly picks up pace The mistakes of one can kill another Choices in life to wound a brother A fellow man, whose life is gone, A pool of blood from which sorrow spawn Grief and guilt, a mind in pain Waiting for a cleansing rain Never to come and heal the heart Only to deceive, tricked from the start The only way to cure this unbearable stress Is to help the wounded, to clean up the mess Repent for the sins which you have made Then your heart will rest easy, no longer afraid |
PoetryI enjoy creative writing as well as dabbling in poetry. Arhives
March 2014
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