1:
Time flows on without me
Around, uncontrolled
And I am lost
Directions unmetered
Knowing around my hands
Drives life and love
With the briefest of touches
Whispers on strings
The tiniest of shivers
Leaving me, adrift
Breathless and cold
2:
The sound of drums
They're not the beat
The pace of heart
For in the line
Unbroken flow
More is held
Than in puffs of air
3:
When the music falls
And I can't find the beat
the air around me stills
Reflected in a frozen pool
suspended far above
and all else flies
unknowing of immotion
4:
water is the staff of life
but yet it does deny me
escaping daily, leaving
and, all else fails
mocks as rain
poison'd unreachable sweetness
5:
a thousand mirrors hold it all
reflecting uncounted time
a shattering doesn't break it
in and out dances the walls
and spinning it looks to stop
one vision shown in a glance
moving forward in a line
creating fragmented unity
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
Brother's wedding
Two hearts together
they are enjoined
Entreated to continue
Beat for beat
Meter for life
With the pause
And silence between
Moments of eternity
Like perfect dew
Gathering crystal
Tears of joy
That collect to fall
And ripple time
they are enjoined
Entreated to continue
Beat for beat
Meter for life
With the pause
And silence between
Moments of eternity
Like perfect dew
Gathering crystal
Tears of joy
That collect to fall
And ripple time
self pity
Yay for breaking all the rules of good poetry... Or rather the good rules for non-lazy poetry. Ok well... it doesn't have the word soul in it at least.
Dancing in the moonlight
I want to not be mad
Dancing in the starlight
I want to not be sad
For in the twilight darkness
The two are much the same
But with sun, walls fall down
To stand apart again
Dancing in the moonlight
I want to not be mad
Dancing in the starlight
I want to not be sad
For in the twilight darkness
The two are much the same
But with sun, walls fall down
To stand apart again
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Another piece of over-wraught writing
And here, I do lay
Upon this soil, unworthy of its hallowed nature.
Painfully turning, to look above, straining to see.
This, our purpose.
For, unto the dark we cast doubt, and deflect the light
With this thought we rise.
No more broken or shattered.
These plains, scarred by flame, served as our rally.
No more subject to fear or the curses flung from the lips of our enemy
Today we live, and fight upon the field.
Perseverance and faith shielding all from that which would lay us bare.
Upon this soil, unworthy of its hallowed nature.
Painfully turning, to look above, straining to see.
This, our purpose.
For, unto the dark we cast doubt, and deflect the light
With this thought we rise.
No more broken or shattered.
These plains, scarred by flame, served as our rally.
No more subject to fear or the curses flung from the lips of our enemy
Today we live, and fight upon the field.
Perseverance and faith shielding all from that which would lay us bare.
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