Category Archives: Poem

Moonlit Falls

Moonlit falls stream down the moss grove,

tumbling away in a secret cove,

covered in whispers of love,

stumbling hearts recovered as time stalls,

spirits hovered over a silver beam,

reflecting the awe stare of your soul onto mine. Austere sincerity piercing through the smoke of burnt time passed.

At last, stark contrast, light blast into dark.

Hell dogs bark as they are dragged, ragged, raging onto the sinking ark of all that couldn’t last.

The lit torch of faith drinking love from the air, burning evermore, everywhere.

The glare lights your face in blurred clarity.

Disparity lured into grace, laced with allure of certainty in a questionable place.

Intentional haste, tainting doubt with confidence, connecting us.

Taste of endless water, surrounded by drought.

Your eyes chased loved out of my heart, unfound until you came about.

More than a Glance

(Written at the age of 12)

My sight is blurred, my emotions are stirred, I cannot believe the events that occurred.

Gun shots are all I’ve heard, for the past day. How can I find my way back to how I used to feel?

Here I am about to steal the shoes off a dead man. He should have ran when he had the chance. Not even looking back to take a glance. But now he is there lying in a permanent stance.

All I can taste and see is dirt and smoke. I’ve forgotten how to joke. Smiles are gone, and frightened off all faces in this poor war.

I’ve fallen away from all of this, in my mind I am lost.

 All I want is some serenity. But, the shots keep firing. I keep tiring of all the death.

I knew this would take a toll on me. I can still see the war as it used to be.

Candle Wax

Know that I was never pleased in seeing you suffer.
The carriage rocked steady, the wheels bounced off one another from side to side; from my heart to yours, yours to mine.
Your hands were always warm, eyes always bright, even in the cold.
Two candles were lit for every night, one for you and one for me. They took control of the time we had. As they dwindled, our time dissolved into the past. We exchanged glances, deep stares trying to read each others thoughts. As the wax dripped it measured the minutes rolling softly away from us. Our love grew in the beaming light, burning away the secretive shadows that outlined our relationship. As the candle vanished, you would go.


My heart bounced from one rib to another, creating an internal melody. The flame sang that same song and the wax did not melt. It took a stand for our love and refused to bow down to the construct of time. The sun revolved around us yet we stayed still. In that moment the world did not want us to part. But just as the moon controls the tides of the world, there were outside forces controlling us. It was inevitable. I never dreamt of the day, I dreaded it with every pleasant word I falsely wrote. I never believed it would come. It is selfish, I know, and I am ashamed but I would rather that the war go on and see turmoil in my surroundings if only I could have stayed with you a little longer. You were all I wanted.


I tried to see the stars through the falling snow but the frost bit my face and I could no longer look up, drawn to your eyes I found warmth only in them. The future was so far away, I wanted to be in that moment forever. Holding hands, wrapped together not only by fibers and threads of cloth to shelter from the cold but also by light, spindles of energy entangling our emotions, wound around our bodies. We were blind of any doubt. We could not see that someday soon someone would come between us. I would not have survived without you during that time, but I understand why you left.

 

Sonnet Intuitions

(Written at the age of 12)

Are we really ready for something more?

Something that shows us who we truly are?

Use your pretty key to open the door.

Behind it will be the inspiring star.

The world; mysteriously shaken.

By strong forces that control our true fate.

Old idea’s and beliefs shattered, taken.

Emotions scattered in a confused state.

Finding the door is just looking within.

Then you will know how things happen and why.

Once we realize, it can truly begin.

Answers lay here, no need to search the sky.

See the future in very clear visions.

Follow your heart, use your intuitions.

Wicked White Roses

Lost in a garden, fresh flower petals wipe my tears.

Ivy covered stones line my confused path.

Fertile soil, exhausted options.

I sit on a dirt speckled bench in my long white dress, weeping,

with a white flower in my hair.

You, in your black suit, appeared sophisticated in front of me like destiny.

You navigated the garden like it was your home, bringing me to mine.

Every afternoon thereafter the garden was my sanctuary.

I was never lost again, for the image of your face was found.

I imagined you would come. . .

Idle thoughts were a cruel diversion from reality.

Fantasy pulled me in, consumed by your memory.

In such a pleasant place, my heart and hopes were crushed like grapes ready to be wine,

. . .dreams stomped out by purple feet.

Such a beautiful man, a silent allure, calm powerful presence.

     The charm of the flowers teased me with their simple existence.

Years passed, I began to detest their smell, their appeal transformed to rubbish.

I could not see a flower without falling into depression.

Wicked White Roses,

. . .wish I could hold you; Marigold Melancholy, young minds folly,

. . .torturous yellow tulips; yearning for your lips.

Carnation damnation.

Morbid Orchid; god forbid my love lost his way as I did.

You never came, flowers were not the same.

As I hated them, I could not stay away, it was a sick addiction to your memory.

Wicked white roses lived everlasting in a vase on my dining room table.

I took better care of them than I did of myself.

The eternal image of your face stayed with me until the last day of my life.

I kept you with me always, though you never returned to our garden.

 

SKINNED APPLE

Bonfire grows, guitar strums, the river in the distance flows; water-sound hums.

Mother nature giver; enhances us fatter, round woes drum.

Trances brain-batter, society clatters, climbing up irreverent ladders, fumble down our paths, forget our original calves, letting go of our primitive halves.

Craving mouths open agape, wondering ?where? we come from. . . down the lake.

Importance transforms to impotence; dependent on the industrial world, destiny curled. . . curtailed by the wind of capitalism.

No longer free; to the woods we sinned, to the forest we abandoned, to the jungle as our greatest smuggle.

No elements to snuggle our skin; lost, bare: skinned apple, mutated pear.

At one last tree we finally stare; wondering ?what? it used to be like to have long hair, cradling nature as our nurture in one.

Earth becoming a dry perth, burnt by the sun.

If you have enough power in your smog-filled lung, stand up as trees turn to log, hog turns to meat-slab, crab vanishes from the sea, plea to the corporate democracy that all this demolishing is insanity.

Open your mind ?what? world would you rather enter, we hunt behind closed factory doors with electric shock tools, in place of our innate kindness we must implement rules.

We manipulate our world to be too easy, our instincts sloppy, our reflexes queasy.

Son of the Sea

You are the Sun, you are the Seas, you are the idiot on his knees.

You are everything and yet you bow.

You are the Earth, you are the Breeze, yet, why are you he who flees?

Stand beneath the Moon, stand beneath the Stars and come into my arms.

Stand illuminated by the light of the Universe and see your true purpose.

Productive Rest

Humble productivity results from rest.
No boastful benefits will be seen, only a subtle reflection in your wellbeing.
The crazy rushed world strips rosy cheeks of color.
The guilt of the lazy eats their own health alive.
From the inside out, stress cannibalizes its owner. 
Lower motives for a respite and reprieve.
Do not learn to resent yourself for things you were taught to believe about racing for an endless cause to feed someone else’s greed. 
Move when you see fit, for a cause to end in dead bulbs re-lit.
For now, take time to sleep, rest, enjoy.
For then, you’ll be ready when your dreams deploy.

Swift Snow

Snow swiftly approaches.
Flurries hurry my way.
From the swirling sky, flakes float down collecting on the entire town,
piling up on rooftops, coating every inch with an icy shine.
Floppy ears retreat into the earth, under the slush filled street.
Covering everything in white, filling me with rotten spite.
Yearning for sunlight, the cold touches my nose and transforms me into all of my woes.
A grouch who loathes soggy socks and frost ridden toes,
I’ll stay hidden until spring.
A grinch in need of a pinch, awake me from this crystal stinging nightmare.
I’ll laugh and smile like a king among flowering blossoms.
Longing for the warm breeze, to lounge like leaves on the trees.
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Bird Calls

In the darkness of the night a bird calls out,
Flying looking for its home,
The tree it flew from has been cut down,
The birds wings grow tired but it continues to look,
What fool chopped this tree?
It was me.
I swung with my axe and set the wood ablaze.

Only after did I realize that this tree had a soul.
The soul lives on and haunts me when the sun falls.
Echoing bird calls daunt my ears,

Feathers flash flaunting before my eyes,
Of all my faults, this is the greatest.
I could not see what was before me,
All of the love and soul in your eyes,
Passed me by, I realized late.
Now it is my fate to hold this heavy pain in my chest, full with guilt.
Bursting heart, a cloud heavy with water and nowhere to rain it down.

If it were still standing, the bird would make its home again in this tree,
Even if the tree has no leaves, even if the tree is bent and twisted,
The bird would bow at the sight of it.