Tis true I play ball and avoid da Doyles,
Like "Clamp" to home, avoiding the spoils.
But, I have not reason nor mind to partake.
Merely wrecking the Temple for wrecking sake.
So to you I wish the very best,
Lo, leave me out of banter-ness.
And doth my outward path subside.
Dudes, forever and forever abide...
January 9, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Monday, October 26, 2009
Of Abigail and I
All the old truths went away, did pass away die,
Except the last of living truths, of Abigail and I.
Inside now wells up many words I've failed to share with she,
But every word was hers alone, for she did set them free.
Real affection, written down, and read aloud at first,
Is only love if words describe that which you always thirst.
I've heard the side, away from me, has always grass so green,
But sides are one, when walls are none, and Gates I've never seen.
She, my truth, my ever-love, till slumber's travel nigh,
Will speak of truth, of love, and grace, of Abigail and I.
October 18, 2009
Except the last of living truths, of Abigail and I.
Inside now wells up many words I've failed to share with she,
But every word was hers alone, for she did set them free.
Real affection, written down, and read aloud at first,
Is only love if words describe that which you always thirst.
I've heard the side, away from me, has always grass so green,
But sides are one, when walls are none, and Gates I've never seen.
She, my truth, my ever-love, till slumber's travel nigh,
Will speak of truth, of love, and grace, of Abigail and I.
October 18, 2009
Friday, October 10, 2008
House of None IV
When the sun had set on youth,
And wisdom came to me,
I found the ageless truth remained,
As once was plain to see.
Twas thirteen winters past the day,
The gabled hall did close,
Yet proof did find the truth within,
My ancient painful prose.
At last I woke from olden taste,
Of things that once I knew,
For sleep outside the House of None,
Did show all thing once true:
Protection lies inside a place
Who's walls will never care,
To stay inside forever shall,
Deliver all things fair.
I know the path inside the door,
As though I was the key,
That lotus blossom dulls the pain,
Yet never sets us free.
For neither had I gone inside,
Nor opened eyes without,
The shadow of myself entwined.
Will lay on either route.
And freedom never comes to we,
That fear and long to bleed.
At last I leave the House of None,
To those that can be freed.
October 10, 2008
And wisdom came to me,
I found the ageless truth remained,
As once was plain to see.
Twas thirteen winters past the day,
The gabled hall did close,
Yet proof did find the truth within,
My ancient painful prose.
At last I woke from olden taste,
Of things that once I knew,
For sleep outside the House of None,
Did show all thing once true:
Protection lies inside a place
Who's walls will never care,
To stay inside forever shall,
Deliver all things fair.
I know the path inside the door,
As though I was the key,
That lotus blossom dulls the pain,
Yet never sets us free.
For neither had I gone inside,
Nor opened eyes without,
The shadow of myself entwined.
Will lay on either route.
And freedom never comes to we,
That fear and long to bleed.
At last I leave the House of None,
To those that can be freed.
October 10, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Untitled: From the BPL
I am a cruel and unjust master,
Surrounded by the eyes of Argo and his kind.
Thousands of years ahead, yet, I am a thousand years behind.
My thoughts are of base emotions and fickle desires.
Here I sit expecting one moment of silence,
To mend a lifetime of chaotic neglect.
The eyes made of marble and dye, have nothing to say to this poser,
This reckless possibility of time.
Chance and an innate sense of flailing ignorance has brought me here,
To be tutored if only for but a brief- futile moment.
What a cruel ironic twist of Divinity,
Placed our minds and bodies master of our soul.
What chance do any of us have against ourselves,
For we are all lost in nearly ending eternity of wicked, frustrating cycles.
The few who caught glimpses of fleeting truths, who's eyes watch me now
Beckon me to join them- on a path I've already lost.
Soon, friends, my path will deliver me unto the great divide
Where my body no longer binds me, and my soul will cease to hide.
January 10, 2008
Surrounded by the eyes of Argo and his kind.
Thousands of years ahead, yet, I am a thousand years behind.
My thoughts are of base emotions and fickle desires.
Here I sit expecting one moment of silence,
To mend a lifetime of chaotic neglect.
The eyes made of marble and dye, have nothing to say to this poser,
This reckless possibility of time.
Chance and an innate sense of flailing ignorance has brought me here,
To be tutored if only for but a brief- futile moment.
What a cruel ironic twist of Divinity,
Placed our minds and bodies master of our soul.
What chance do any of us have against ourselves,
For we are all lost in nearly ending eternity of wicked, frustrating cycles.
The few who caught glimpses of fleeting truths, who's eyes watch me now
Beckon me to join them- on a path I've already lost.
Soon, friends, my path will deliver me unto the great divide
Where my body no longer binds me, and my soul will cease to hide.
January 10, 2008
Toward Eternity...
No love or hate will feed your soul,
When days all seem combined.
When others are but placards best,
And ethics yet defined.
Existence does not foster luck,
But chance does breath and breed.
And purpose loves the faithful soul,
Yet blind of blood or creed.
The tick and tock of thine own clock,
Will one day cease to sound.
And all the moments wasted past,
Will sudden be profound.
The manic light gives way to dark,
Yet rarely lets us see.
But sometimes shade your path ignites,
Toward eternity.
December 16, 2007
When days all seem combined.
When others are but placards best,
And ethics yet defined.
Existence does not foster luck,
But chance does breath and breed.
And purpose loves the faithful soul,
Yet blind of blood or creed.
The tick and tock of thine own clock,
Will one day cease to sound.
And all the moments wasted past,
Will sudden be profound.
The manic light gives way to dark,
Yet rarely lets us see.
But sometimes shade your path ignites,
Toward eternity.
December 16, 2007
Friday, June 6, 2008
SLAB
-VERSE 1- ACOUSTIC
For all of the world and all of the questions,
For all of the pain and for all of the strife,
there is a key transcending the reason,
Listen or wait- a reverse psalm of life.
The empty dream of life is upon us.
And real is the world after you close both your eyes.
What are we, but a figment to nature,
blind to our own blood, dust, and lies.
-CHORUS-
Who am I really,
And where will I go?
What is the meaning of all of this,
And how will I ever know?
Is Jesus truly watching?
Does God truly care?
Will I make it to the gates of Heaven,
Will I finally be happy there?
-VERSE 2- ELECTRIC
Only in living will children be fearful.
Only in life will worry abound.
Yearning for something that never can happen,
Waiting until all the answers are found.
Yet as I seek out all of the answers,
I am afraid of just what I'll find.
Perhaps the questions will all fade away,
Or perhaps I will just become blind.
-CHORUS-
-INSTRUMENTAL SECTION
-VERSE 3- ACOUSTIC
Always remember that you can never escape it,
Seeking is something that is part of your heart.
tomorrow will come bringing all of the questions.
Tomorrow is when all the answers will start.
Soon is the time you will ask your last question,
Soon is the time you will breathe your last breath.
Omniscience is borne out of only one instance,
Together at last at the time of your death.
February 27, 2004
(WRITTEN AS A SONG FOR ERIC Z.- CURRENTLY UNPRODUCED)
For all of the world and all of the questions,
For all of the pain and for all of the strife,
there is a key transcending the reason,
Listen or wait- a reverse psalm of life.
The empty dream of life is upon us.
And real is the world after you close both your eyes.
What are we, but a figment to nature,
blind to our own blood, dust, and lies.
-CHORUS-
Who am I really,
And where will I go?
What is the meaning of all of this,
And how will I ever know?
Is Jesus truly watching?
Does God truly care?
Will I make it to the gates of Heaven,
Will I finally be happy there?
-VERSE 2- ELECTRIC
Only in living will children be fearful.
Only in life will worry abound.
Yearning for something that never can happen,
Waiting until all the answers are found.
Yet as I seek out all of the answers,
I am afraid of just what I'll find.
Perhaps the questions will all fade away,
Or perhaps I will just become blind.
-CHORUS-
-INSTRUMENTAL SECTION
-VERSE 3- ACOUSTIC
Always remember that you can never escape it,
Seeking is something that is part of your heart.
tomorrow will come bringing all of the questions.
Tomorrow is when all the answers will start.
Soon is the time you will ask your last question,
Soon is the time you will breathe your last breath.
Omniscience is borne out of only one instance,
Together at last at the time of your death.
February 27, 2004
(WRITTEN AS A SONG FOR ERIC Z.- CURRENTLY UNPRODUCED)
Of Purpose and of Man
I called for Rapture late last night,
And, lo, the Heaven's heard-
My simple, yet confusing cry,
I spoke in just one word.
"Purpose?" asked in such a way,
To draw a long reply,
"Purpose?" yet again I asked,
And looked toward the sky.
And as I finished speaking it,
Hands caressed my face,
And feathers stirred the air around,
Bright with Heaven's Grace.
The angels eyes did wink at me,
So blue I swam inside,
And in the depths of he and I,
The answer was supplied.
From inside out I used his eyes,
To see what's hard to see.
Twas Purpose wrapped around all things,
All things, including me.
Amazed to witness Future now,
And Past that is not through,
But more impressed was I to find,
My Purpose bound to You.
The angel took me forward,
And spoke to me in tune.
"She alone is Purpose,
And will come unto you soon."
The angel then revealed to me,
that Purpose can't be late,
That only when we are prepared,
Can we be bound by Fate.
He told me to be patient,
He told me to be strong,
He told me to have faith in God,
And hear his Purpose song.
The angel, then he left me,
Singing as he flew,
And all things that I thought I know,
He showed me would come true.
I was granted just a glimpse,
Of Purpose and of Man,
And proof that Purpose lies inside,
The palm of God's great hand.
September 17, 2002 (Written for Emily Z.)
And, lo, the Heaven's heard-
My simple, yet confusing cry,
I spoke in just one word.
"Purpose?" asked in such a way,
To draw a long reply,
"Purpose?" yet again I asked,
And looked toward the sky.
And as I finished speaking it,
Hands caressed my face,
And feathers stirred the air around,
Bright with Heaven's Grace.
The angels eyes did wink at me,
So blue I swam inside,
And in the depths of he and I,
The answer was supplied.
From inside out I used his eyes,
To see what's hard to see.
Twas Purpose wrapped around all things,
All things, including me.
Amazed to witness Future now,
And Past that is not through,
But more impressed was I to find,
My Purpose bound to You.
The angel took me forward,
And spoke to me in tune.
"She alone is Purpose,
And will come unto you soon."
The angel then revealed to me,
that Purpose can't be late,
That only when we are prepared,
Can we be bound by Fate.
He told me to be patient,
He told me to be strong,
He told me to have faith in God,
And hear his Purpose song.
The angel, then he left me,
Singing as he flew,
And all things that I thought I know,
He showed me would come true.
I was granted just a glimpse,
Of Purpose and of Man,
And proof that Purpose lies inside,
The palm of God's great hand.
September 17, 2002 (Written for Emily Z.)
Marci's Riddle
Did you know that every man,
Can hear the Drums of War,
that somewhere in our past we make up-
Grounds of hallowed lore?
And did you know that womankind,
Were drummers to the last,
Stirring up the hearts and minds,
Of menfolk in the past.
So truly when I say that all things-
Are because you beat.
Understand that all things are,
With he and she- complete.
But take a look at yourself now,
And wonder what you'll find.
Discover why your noble drums,
Did beat within my mind:
To start the search of who you are,
There's one place that I see,
The truth of yourself lays, forever-
In e-tern-ity.
Virgil came and gave me clues,
From where things live and die.
He said the truth of you is found,
Within the evening sky.
So looking at the midnight, seeking-
Answers in the stars,
Listen for the lion tracked by,
Roman god of Mars.
Hear him step and sound the drum,
For you and he are one.
For outside you there is but peace,
And inside war's begun.
But labor not, as hero did,
With his Nemean King,
For in this song of stars, you'll find-
Your praises that they sing.
Songs that give you tribute,
Songs that give you praise,
Songs that honor loveliness,
And beauty, love, and grace.
So of the drums, the stars, the tales,
Of olden gods that see,
Share my thanks for open eyes,
And open hearts to thee.
July 8, 2002 (Written for Marci ?)
Can hear the Drums of War,
that somewhere in our past we make up-
Grounds of hallowed lore?
And did you know that womankind,
Were drummers to the last,
Stirring up the hearts and minds,
Of menfolk in the past.
So truly when I say that all things-
Are because you beat.
Understand that all things are,
With he and she- complete.
But take a look at yourself now,
And wonder what you'll find.
Discover why your noble drums,
Did beat within my mind:
To start the search of who you are,
There's one place that I see,
The truth of yourself lays, forever-
In e-tern-ity.
Virgil came and gave me clues,
From where things live and die.
He said the truth of you is found,
Within the evening sky.
So looking at the midnight, seeking-
Answers in the stars,
Listen for the lion tracked by,
Roman god of Mars.
Hear him step and sound the drum,
For you and he are one.
For outside you there is but peace,
And inside war's begun.
But labor not, as hero did,
With his Nemean King,
For in this song of stars, you'll find-
Your praises that they sing.
Songs that give you tribute,
Songs that give you praise,
Songs that honor loveliness,
And beauty, love, and grace.
So of the drums, the stars, the tales,
Of olden gods that see,
Share my thanks for open eyes,
And open hearts to thee.
July 8, 2002 (Written for Marci ?)
The Moon Without the Sun
My only friend had left me,
Had left me until now.
My only friend had gone away,
But come again somehow.
He flew in from the cold it seems,
A chill was on his skin.
And wrinkles wore his face adorned,
With white hairs on his chin.
I asked him why he'd gone away,
He said he didn't know.
Only that the time was right,
Though he didn't want to go.
I asked him why he stayed so long,
Away- my only friend.
He said his answer is the same,
As why he's back again.
He took a step toward me,
And pulled me to his chest.
He whispered in my ear these words,
With them he had confessed.
the truth on why I went away,
Does lie within your heart.
Why I stayed away so long,
And why we were apart.
I waited for his answer,
A drought when skies are clear.
When finally clouds begin to form,
And raindrops fell- I hear.
The day you thought we said goodbye,
That evening and the dawn,
Is the day you closed your eyes,
To see that I was gone.
He told me that he never left me,
That always we had been,
Just as I had left us,
Myself, and yes, my friend.
My rested eyes won't close again.
That sleep I'll never miss.
Embrace your friend, and listen,
Cause he will tell you this:
For you and I there's no Adieu,
The Moon without the Sun.
For we are bound by something more.
Together we are one.
March 6, 2002
Had left me until now.
My only friend had gone away,
But come again somehow.
He flew in from the cold it seems,
A chill was on his skin.
And wrinkles wore his face adorned,
With white hairs on his chin.
I asked him why he'd gone away,
He said he didn't know.
Only that the time was right,
Though he didn't want to go.
I asked him why he stayed so long,
Away- my only friend.
He said his answer is the same,
As why he's back again.
He took a step toward me,
And pulled me to his chest.
He whispered in my ear these words,
With them he had confessed.
the truth on why I went away,
Does lie within your heart.
Why I stayed away so long,
And why we were apart.
I waited for his answer,
A drought when skies are clear.
When finally clouds begin to form,
And raindrops fell- I hear.
The day you thought we said goodbye,
That evening and the dawn,
Is the day you closed your eyes,
To see that I was gone.
He told me that he never left me,
That always we had been,
Just as I had left us,
Myself, and yes, my friend.
My rested eyes won't close again.
That sleep I'll never miss.
Embrace your friend, and listen,
Cause he will tell you this:
For you and I there's no Adieu,
The Moon without the Sun.
For we are bound by something more.
Together we are one.
March 6, 2002
Ode to Happiness
If I alone have felt this way,
The world is fine indeed,
For I possess enough of it,
To give to all who need.
The smile you have shared with me,
Has spread throughout my chest.
And now my soul beats joyously,
To give my heart a rest.
It beats so hard and feels so good,
It makes me want to cry.
For happy rains had left my side,
And left my eyes so dry.
Your foreign rains inspire me,
My words begin to flow.
You told me to write down my thoughts,
If time is short- then go.
So now i try to share,
Just how you make me feel.
But try, I will, and fail again,
To make these things seem real.
True, I don't quite know you,
And true, I don't quite care.
Just please except my heartfelt thanks,
Of my adoring stare.
What the future holds for us,
Hidden it will bring.
But I can say for me today,
I live for just one thing.
Oh my ode to happiness,
I have and that I seek.
I thank you for the happiness,
That you've supplied all week.
December 7, 2001 (Written for Vanessa ?)
The world is fine indeed,
For I possess enough of it,
To give to all who need.
The smile you have shared with me,
Has spread throughout my chest.
And now my soul beats joyously,
To give my heart a rest.
It beats so hard and feels so good,
It makes me want to cry.
For happy rains had left my side,
And left my eyes so dry.
Your foreign rains inspire me,
My words begin to flow.
You told me to write down my thoughts,
If time is short- then go.
So now i try to share,
Just how you make me feel.
But try, I will, and fail again,
To make these things seem real.
True, I don't quite know you,
And true, I don't quite care.
Just please except my heartfelt thanks,
Of my adoring stare.
What the future holds for us,
Hidden it will bring.
But I can say for me today,
I live for just one thing.
Oh my ode to happiness,
I have and that I seek.
I thank you for the happiness,
That you've supplied all week.
December 7, 2001 (Written for Vanessa ?)
Often
Often words avoid my lips,
And fail my stead hand.
And often grandeur skips a step,
My great is less than grand.
With swelling eyes on what's to come,
I often miss the now,
I fail to have the marrowed life,
I suck the narsis tao.
Fact and false combine to form,
Twice what need I know.
For often fiction tells the tale,
My truth not long ago.
When irony and justice mix,
You knock upon my door.
with all the gifts bestowed to me,
I often long for more.
November 16, 2001
And fail my stead hand.
And often grandeur skips a step,
My great is less than grand.
With swelling eyes on what's to come,
I often miss the now,
I fail to have the marrowed life,
I suck the narsis tao.
Fact and false combine to form,
Twice what need I know.
For often fiction tells the tale,
My truth not long ago.
When irony and justice mix,
You knock upon my door.
with all the gifts bestowed to me,
I often long for more.
November 16, 2001
Years Happen
Ancient knowledge years bestow,
Don't account for what I know.
What I've learned I hear and see,
Through deeds that thus return to me.
And I have lived enough tot find,
Three things that now do come to mind.
First of all you never take,
Another's love, for Heaven's sake.
Take- eat and sleep that you adore,
Cause in the morning you'll want more.
And last remember to be kind,
To truly be yourself refined.
The rest I have no need to tell,
To follow these will serve you well.
Wisdom sometimes is so doled,m
For sometimes years just make you old.
October 29, 2001
Don't account for what I know.
What I've learned I hear and see,
Through deeds that thus return to me.
And I have lived enough tot find,
Three things that now do come to mind.
First of all you never take,
Another's love, for Heaven's sake.
Take- eat and sleep that you adore,
Cause in the morning you'll want more.
And last remember to be kind,
To truly be yourself refined.
The rest I have no need to tell,
To follow these will serve you well.
Wisdom sometimes is so doled,m
For sometimes years just make you old.
October 29, 2001
Life Is...
It is in pain when the poet feels most alive,
And it is toward this state that the poet shall always strive.
though happiness comes through being what they are,
It is what they are that makes happiness so far.
They walk with a need to tell all they see,
Knowing full well they have no vocabulary.
And being alone, it scares them most of all,
Yet, alone they sit always building up a wall.
Then what makes a man become one you say,
Without a doubt I will surely tell you this day.
Though beauty's abound they yearn for something more,
And on Earth, through their words, lies the only door.
It is this path that these people always seek,
And it is this search that makes some strong and some weak.
Then what happens to the poet when and if he grows old,
The poet would say, probably life will unfold.
October 29, 2001
And it is toward this state that the poet shall always strive.
though happiness comes through being what they are,
It is what they are that makes happiness so far.
They walk with a need to tell all they see,
Knowing full well they have no vocabulary.
And being alone, it scares them most of all,
Yet, alone they sit always building up a wall.
Then what makes a man become one you say,
Without a doubt I will surely tell you this day.
Though beauty's abound they yearn for something more,
And on Earth, through their words, lies the only door.
It is this path that these people always seek,
And it is this search that makes some strong and some weak.
Then what happens to the poet when and if he grows old,
The poet would say, probably life will unfold.
October 29, 2001
Life Without Meaning
Nothing good was ever said by keeping still,
And no change was ever done from passive will.
So I have lived for naught,
Merely living what is hid behind my thought.
Now cowardice, it smiles on me,
And I look back upon Futility.
I, that marches round again around,
and I, the pawn that every king has crowned.
Have a feeling deep inside,
Everyday that I have lived, I have died.
Every purpose has a man,
And every man must attempt to find his plan.
The feeling comes from this,
Never knowing means never knowing meaning's bliss.
To you there can be no advice,
From me, no word, it shall suffice.
Just live my friend and shout,
And hear your whisper decrescendo out.
July 17, 2001
And no change was ever done from passive will.
So I have lived for naught,
Merely living what is hid behind my thought.
Now cowardice, it smiles on me,
And I look back upon Futility.
I, that marches round again around,
and I, the pawn that every king has crowned.
Have a feeling deep inside,
Everyday that I have lived, I have died.
Every purpose has a man,
And every man must attempt to find his plan.
The feeling comes from this,
Never knowing means never knowing meaning's bliss.
To you there can be no advice,
From me, no word, it shall suffice.
Just live my friend and shout,
And hear your whisper decrescendo out.
July 17, 2001
Lovers Lost
Oh, the poor man has no claim in life,
But he has more than I.
For I have felt the burning love,
And I have watched it die.
For nothing is but something still,
Though lacking leaves me blue.
And love is that which beckons me,
to know what once I knew.
Money leaves me without care,
And food will leave me pained,
but love, it is, the only thing,
that makes this live will strained.
To have, but not, it is the cause,
Of mostly every man.
To know what he is looking for,
But not what's in his hand.
I gain and lose, it is the way,
though peace is close at hand,
And even though I see this game,
I'll never understand.
July 5, 2001 (For Angela B.)
But he has more than I.
For I have felt the burning love,
And I have watched it die.
For nothing is but something still,
Though lacking leaves me blue.
And love is that which beckons me,
to know what once I knew.
Money leaves me without care,
And food will leave me pained,
but love, it is, the only thing,
that makes this live will strained.
To have, but not, it is the cause,
Of mostly every man.
To know what he is looking for,
But not what's in his hand.
I gain and lose, it is the way,
though peace is close at hand,
And even though I see this game,
I'll never understand.
July 5, 2001 (For Angela B.)
The Divine
Be it chance, luck, or Heaven's fate,
That you have come to me.
I'll be forever thankful,
Of the things you help me see.
You hear the rhythm and the rhyme,
And know this poet well.
You, that spark the sun to rise,
Right where the darkness fell.
I look into your distant eyes,
And see myself in you,
I see just what I want to be,
And all that I should do.
Your path may lead away from me,
Or to the Gates above.
But either way I feel your warmth,
In friendship or in love.
June 28, 2001 (Written for Betsy G.)
That you have come to me.
I'll be forever thankful,
Of the things you help me see.
You hear the rhythm and the rhyme,
And know this poet well.
You, that spark the sun to rise,
Right where the darkness fell.
I look into your distant eyes,
And see myself in you,
I see just what I want to be,
And all that I should do.
Your path may lead away from me,
Or to the Gates above.
But either way I feel your warmth,
In friendship or in love.
June 28, 2001 (Written for Betsy G.)
Muse
Has my Muse abandoned me,
Or is she calling silently.
I whisper "Hark" and sit and wait,
But haven't heard a thing to date.
A fortnight- no, times forty low,
I have no words, are left to show.
Perhaps she waits for me to sing,
Though voice resides beneath her wing.
The irony is twice- once thick,
Has always been for poet's stick.
To break this spell I must repent,
Embrace the gift that Heaven sent.
March 11, 2001
Or is she calling silently.
I whisper "Hark" and sit and wait,
But haven't heard a thing to date.
A fortnight- no, times forty low,
I have no words, are left to show.
Perhaps she waits for me to sing,
Though voice resides beneath her wing.
The irony is twice- once thick,
Has always been for poet's stick.
To break this spell I must repent,
Embrace the gift that Heaven sent.
March 11, 2001
The Matter of Wales
A part of their story not mentioned before,
Belong to the Welshmen of Britain's west shore.
Attacked from the Romans, the Picts, and the Scot,
The Jutes, and the Norse, and the Angles they fought.
The Celts, they were pushed, out numbered they fled,
To a place, under God, where the dragons are red.
The tales after darkness were passed word of mouth,
Of a family whose kingdom had reigned in the South.
So the last of the Celtic, to Kamber he hails,
Does now tell this story from the Matter of Wales.
September 15, 1999
Belong to the Welshmen of Britain's west shore.
Attacked from the Romans, the Picts, and the Scot,
The Jutes, and the Norse, and the Angles they fought.
The Celts, they were pushed, out numbered they fled,
To a place, under God, where the dragons are red.
The tales after darkness were passed word of mouth,
Of a family whose kingdom had reigned in the South.
So the last of the Celtic, to Kamber he hails,
Does now tell this story from the Matter of Wales.
September 15, 1999
Sly Methaphor
An angels light does always shine,
A part of earth, a part divine.
And Earth is darkest, valley deep,
The part of which where devils sleep.
Though darkness swallows light- abyss,
An angel's there to shine the bliss.
For light will always conquer soon,
And banish black just like the moon.
The challenge is to this be true
You angels cause the day anew.
September 3, 1999 (Written for Angela B.)
Sandburg's racquet, it must be broke,
Chicago's nothing but a joke
It's got the Bulls, the Tower, yes,
Enjoyed unless you die from stress.
Enjoy the good and leave the rest,
And let the burden off your chest.
A part of earth, a part divine.
And Earth is darkest, valley deep,
The part of which where devils sleep.
Though darkness swallows light- abyss,
An angel's there to shine the bliss.
For light will always conquer soon,
And banish black just like the moon.
The challenge is to this be true
You angels cause the day anew.
September 3, 1999 (Written for Angela B.)
Sandburg's racquet, it must be broke,
Chicago's nothing but a joke
It's got the Bulls, the Tower, yes,
Enjoyed unless you die from stress.
Enjoy the good and leave the rest,
And let the burden off your chest.
Hypocrite
Physical, mental, emotional scars,
Deeper-n-darker surround the stars.
Found in the body, are many unseen,
Sweeter than candy yet sadly obscene.
Slowly the changes go on underneath,
Fast than lightning you notice completh.
Never you guess-ed, never you know,
Closer the liar than any 'utoe.
Sudden you witness, upon le 'ol knee,
The one in the mirror, is no one but me.
June 2, 1999
Deeper-n-darker surround the stars.
Found in the body, are many unseen,
Sweeter than candy yet sadly obscene.
Slowly the changes go on underneath,
Fast than lightning you notice completh.
Never you guess-ed, never you know,
Closer the liar than any 'utoe.
Sudden you witness, upon le 'ol knee,
The one in the mirror, is no one but me.
June 2, 1999
By Candlelight- The World Holds On
By Candlelight I can see you now
For the flickering flame highlights the most beautiful
Amid such vast changes abroad
There is a part remaining with me
Though cynicism holds my thought
Your spirit guides my pen
Made sick with longing, I am
Wanting such a minimal thing
The world does have you
And the world does not let go
The small is overlooked
For the world is vast
Again I light my flame
And think of what was
November 8, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
For the flickering flame highlights the most beautiful
Amid such vast changes abroad
There is a part remaining with me
Though cynicism holds my thought
Your spirit guides my pen
Made sick with longing, I am
Wanting such a minimal thing
The world does have you
And the world does not let go
The small is overlooked
For the world is vast
Again I light my flame
And think of what was
November 8, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Ill Made Knight
T'was written by Mallory, revision by White,
This is the story of the Ill-ly Made Knight.
Two knights of the old with France as their bond,
Du Lac of the Lake and Perrine of the Pond.
Knighted by Heaven to see what is right,
Bound by their conscience, prolonged in their fight.
Both fought for justice, and passion, and good,
Both fought for pureness as all knightly should.
Immortal by standards of mortalities best,
Flesh by conception with Everyman's test.
All will fall short from the purpose they serve,
For the purpose from Heaven, no man can deserve.
The knights were to human; destined to fail,
thus is the theme of Everyman's tale.
Twas written by Mallory, revision by White,
All live the story of the Ill-ly Made Knight.
This is the story of the Ill-ly Made Knight.
Two knights of the old with France as their bond,
Du Lac of the Lake and Perrine of the Pond.
Knighted by Heaven to see what is right,
Bound by their conscience, prolonged in their fight.
Both fought for justice, and passion, and good,
Both fought for pureness as all knightly should.
Immortal by standards of mortalities best,
Flesh by conception with Everyman's test.
All will fall short from the purpose they serve,
For the purpose from Heaven, no man can deserve.
The knights were to human; destined to fail,
thus is the theme of Everyman's tale.
Twas written by Mallory, revision by White,
All live the story of the Ill-ly Made Knight.
My Father
A half is not a whole,
Be you here, not there, my father.
Everything of mine is borrowed,
Though seemingly I own, my father.
Time is constantly changing,
But change is not constant when you are a man, my father.
I am a process making what I see,
And you have been what's finished for me, my father.
Life is not easy,
But strength has passed through you to us, my father.
God has walked in stride with you all along,
Now he asks you to look Him in the eye, my father.
When confusion plagued your mind,
Confidence was on your brow, my father.
All of these things I owe you,
But now I ask for one thing more, my father.
You are killing yourself daily,
Whether you like hearing it or not, my father.
Know, you must, that I do care,
For all of these things, my father.
But rest not until the smoke does clear,
For Christian, you are half of all things dear, our father.
For Christian, you are half of all things dear, my father.
September 16, 1998 (Written for John H.)
Be you here, not there, my father.
Everything of mine is borrowed,
Though seemingly I own, my father.
Time is constantly changing,
But change is not constant when you are a man, my father.
I am a process making what I see,
And you have been what's finished for me, my father.
Life is not easy,
But strength has passed through you to us, my father.
God has walked in stride with you all along,
Now he asks you to look Him in the eye, my father.
When confusion plagued your mind,
Confidence was on your brow, my father.
All of these things I owe you,
But now I ask for one thing more, my father.
You are killing yourself daily,
Whether you like hearing it or not, my father.
Know, you must, that I do care,
For all of these things, my father.
But rest not until the smoke does clear,
For Christian, you are half of all things dear, our father.
For Christian, you are half of all things dear, my father.
September 16, 1998 (Written for John H.)
Angel-A-Dage (Angela's Proverb)
As life does bear a hidden scowl,
An angel cries for you right now.
"Such a pain you feel inside,
Because you can't, now I have cried."
And if you listen you will hear,
The falling drops of Heaven's tear.
"Life is good, for this I'll show,
I, your angel, love you so."
After this, the whispered sound,
The angel landeth on the ground.
"See me brother, lover, man,
I, in Heaven, understand."
Voice of beauty, face endowed.
Formed as sister to the cloud.
"I have come from God to show,
You, the reaper, what to sow."
When I look into her eyes,
I see past all regunant guise.
"God is sometimes hard to see,
'Cause all around, of you, is He."
Why have you now, come to me,
For I am naught compared to thee.
"Up and Down and formed as you,
His love will bind in all we do."
And when, again, she took to flight,
She spoketh this into the night.
"Twas God that let me come this morn,
But kindred spirits are in born."
She left me after, not before,
I learned what God keeps angels for.
May 28-August 19, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
An angel cries for you right now.
"Such a pain you feel inside,
Because you can't, now I have cried."
And if you listen you will hear,
The falling drops of Heaven's tear.
"Life is good, for this I'll show,
I, your angel, love you so."
After this, the whispered sound,
The angel landeth on the ground.
"See me brother, lover, man,
I, in Heaven, understand."
Voice of beauty, face endowed.
Formed as sister to the cloud.
"I have come from God to show,
You, the reaper, what to sow."
When I look into her eyes,
I see past all regunant guise.
"God is sometimes hard to see,
'Cause all around, of you, is He."
Why have you now, come to me,
For I am naught compared to thee.
"Up and Down and formed as you,
His love will bind in all we do."
And when, again, she took to flight,
She spoketh this into the night.
"Twas God that let me come this morn,
But kindred spirits are in born."
She left me after, not before,
I learned what God keeps angels for.
May 28-August 19, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
Poem
Often times we don't see gold,
We see the tarnished metal old.
Remember faith in things up high,
That comes to earth down from the sky.
Cause all things special from above,
Resemble things on Earth you love.
For life, at times, does shroud our sight,
Like when the day turns into night.
I pray you use the flame within,
Bestowed to make this chaos end.
Keep what's left and hold on dear,
Because that end is coming near.
May 13, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
We see the tarnished metal old.
Remember faith in things up high,
That comes to earth down from the sky.
Cause all things special from above,
Resemble things on Earth you love.
For life, at times, does shroud our sight,
Like when the day turns into night.
I pray you use the flame within,
Bestowed to make this chaos end.
Keep what's left and hold on dear,
Because that end is coming near.
May 13, 1998 (Written for Angela B.)
Happy 50th
Colors, smells, and thoughts of play,
Arise again upon this day.
For youthful candor will admit,
The truth within this rhyming writ.
Of all things gracious, good, and wise,
My thoughts recall those kindred eyes.
Always watching when they could,
Reminding me of all things good.
All I have has come from them,
Along their line the traits did stem.
I've come to realize one thing clear,
That only family is so dear.
My only wish will be fulfilled,
Repay in full, what they have willed.
Together, bound by them, are we,
Ever grateful, for them, I'll be.
April 24, 1998 (Written for George and Helen H.)
Arise again upon this day.
For youthful candor will admit,
The truth within this rhyming writ.
Of all things gracious, good, and wise,
My thoughts recall those kindred eyes.
Always watching when they could,
Reminding me of all things good.
All I have has come from them,
Along their line the traits did stem.
I've come to realize one thing clear,
That only family is so dear.
My only wish will be fulfilled,
Repay in full, what they have willed.
Together, bound by them, are we,
Ever grateful, for them, I'll be.
April 24, 1998 (Written for George and Helen H.)
Haiku For the Skeptic
The skeptics doubt me,
because nothing stands for me,
Expect for my pen.
The skeptics are near,
They are the ones I look at,
And they are many.
The skeptics are sad,
Because judgement destroys them,
And they will stay blind.
April 12, 1998
because nothing stands for me,
Expect for my pen.
The skeptics are near,
They are the ones I look at,
And they are many.
The skeptics are sad,
Because judgement destroys them,
And they will stay blind.
April 12, 1998
The Oath of a Poet
I swear by all things good and pure,
My verse defines the true obscure.
As poet bound by word alone,
I bring to life what few have known.
My job now is as those before,
That took this pledge of sacred yore.
For members journey out from here,
From this day on my purpose clear.
For all things in we will expose,
And all things out will be our prose.
This I vow without an oath,
For nature calls me unto both.
April 11, 1998
My verse defines the true obscure.
As poet bound by word alone,
I bring to life what few have known.
My job now is as those before,
That took this pledge of sacred yore.
For members journey out from here,
From this day on my purpose clear.
For all things in we will expose,
And all things out will be our prose.
This I vow without an oath,
For nature calls me unto both.
April 11, 1998
At Big Boy On a Vernal Night
Whose words are these, I think I know,
His body is in the ground below;
He would not want me using "Woods"
To fill my page with rhyming flow.
My little pen must think I'm lost
To borrow phrases from the Frost.
Between his temper and swollen head,
He would have thought my motive crossed.
He gives his precious ink to me,
So I can make the readers see.
The only ones who are as great
Are those who think that they could be.
These words are lovely, short, and sweet,
for now my mind of thoughts deplete,
At least my lines are now complete.
At least my lines are now complete.
April 10, 1998
His body is in the ground below;
He would not want me using "Woods"
To fill my page with rhyming flow.
My little pen must think I'm lost
To borrow phrases from the Frost.
Between his temper and swollen head,
He would have thought my motive crossed.
He gives his precious ink to me,
So I can make the readers see.
The only ones who are as great
Are those who think that they could be.
These words are lovely, short, and sweet,
for now my mind of thoughts deplete,
At least my lines are now complete.
At least my lines are now complete.
April 10, 1998
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Dichotomous Self
In states of dream we come together
Separate once and now forever
We represent body and soul
Minds of thought we both control
Side me one, and I the other
Or find us both- you will discover
Good or evil you must decide
Both or neither you will confide
So much apart we go
Forced by you, unconsciously though
Can't, you won't, keep things opposed
Why, because, it won't be closed
Tell me who did say it such
And I will break his feeble crutch
Such has been since dawning light
Such will stay till closing night
Ask the simple question first
And see us both in you immersed
Pry into what you believe
Find, you will what you conceived
I've become the Earthly part
After which we came apart
I've the question, I the truth
In a language lost in youth
See the point, our song is done
For you decide which side has won
March 20, 1998
Separate once and now forever
We represent body and soul
Minds of thought we both control
Side me one, and I the other
Or find us both- you will discover
Good or evil you must decide
Both or neither you will confide
So much apart we go
Forced by you, unconsciously though
Can't, you won't, keep things opposed
Why, because, it won't be closed
Tell me who did say it such
And I will break his feeble crutch
Such has been since dawning light
Such will stay till closing night
Ask the simple question first
And see us both in you immersed
Pry into what you believe
Find, you will what you conceived
I've become the Earthly part
After which we came apart
I've the question, I the truth
In a language lost in youth
See the point, our song is done
For you decide which side has won
March 20, 1998
Absolutely All Alliteration
Burn thy bridges, but be brave.
Broken blunders been behaved.
Live life longer, lengthy lent,
Lest life lingers last lament.
What a woeful watch I've wound.
When I write with wisdom 'round.
March 5, 1998
Broken blunders been behaved.
Live life longer, lengthy lent,
Lest life lingers last lament.
What a woeful watch I've wound.
When I write with wisdom 'round.
March 5, 1998
Number One
Such a broaden topic though,
It remains for constant show.
Love again, oh love some more,
Back and forth, oh lovely war.
What is worst than love on mind,
The one dimension-sided kind.
Many out there separate dole,
That all should find a mated soul.
Feel trapped you probably are on fire,
Worn thin from hate, it begins to tire.
Slowly twist in fates cruel web,
You feel that life force start to ebb.
How quickly life loses pleasure,
When sucked of hopes of one endeavor.
reaching, grasping for some light,
Lost in darkness, chains are tight.
"Don't give up," and "Don't give in."
Shout from the sinless men.
Join me once in lives that reek,
Of innocence lost- a future bleak.
Written with Chris Tucci February 26, 1998
It remains for constant show.
Love again, oh love some more,
Back and forth, oh lovely war.
What is worst than love on mind,
The one dimension-sided kind.
Many out there separate dole,
That all should find a mated soul.
Feel trapped you probably are on fire,
Worn thin from hate, it begins to tire.
Slowly twist in fates cruel web,
You feel that life force start to ebb.
How quickly life loses pleasure,
When sucked of hopes of one endeavor.
reaching, grasping for some light,
Lost in darkness, chains are tight.
"Don't give up," and "Don't give in."
Shout from the sinless men.
Join me once in lives that reek,
Of innocence lost- a future bleak.
Written with Chris Tucci February 26, 1998
My Present State of Yin
Let not my past, to me refer,
Of selfish pain these thought conjure.
For present tidings, as they do,
Have opened brilliant fortunes new.
Forces round in motions clear,
Do circle to a bi-ous rear.
Produce the ancient law divine,
From asian brothers oppo-sign.
Such applies in ways unknown,
Unto this form of blood and bone.
The future now inspired then,
Delayed until it writes again.
February 4, 1998
Of selfish pain these thought conjure.
For present tidings, as they do,
Have opened brilliant fortunes new.
Forces round in motions clear,
Do circle to a bi-ous rear.
Produce the ancient law divine,
From asian brothers oppo-sign.
Such applies in ways unknown,
Unto this form of blood and bone.
The future now inspired then,
Delayed until it writes again.
February 4, 1998
The Self 101
I have no words I write today,
To justify my lonely fray.
I think of things to say with rhyme,
Though none of which will fit on line.
I sit apart from mirrored foes,
Of any state that life does pose.
I long to feel the tragedy,
Or happiness at some degree.
I do confess my changing state,
That goes along with aging fate.
I wish to own an awesome might,
Yet keep inside a righteous light.
I want so much the things outside,
Because for me the self has died.
January 1, 1998
To justify my lonely fray.
I think of things to say with rhyme,
Though none of which will fit on line.
I sit apart from mirrored foes,
Of any state that life does pose.
I long to feel the tragedy,
Or happiness at some degree.
I do confess my changing state,
That goes along with aging fate.
I wish to own an awesome might,
Yet keep inside a righteous light.
I want so much the things outside,
Because for me the self has died.
January 1, 1998
I Am
I like my prose in rhyming pairs,
My stocks and bonds in equal shares.
I eat my fries before my shake,
I fear the spider more than snake,
I dream of love without demand,
Without a face that I can't stand.
I love my life in simple ways,
With jumbled thoughts of happy days.
I hate the sound of a long goodbye
I long for days when I can fly.
I dwell on things that do repel,
In and out no answers quell.
I study science under Him,
I understand the broadened end.
I piece together bits of each,
Of jumbled thoughts that dreamers teach.
I end each poem with a twist,
For that's the way I learned the gist.
"C'est la vie," I sing aloud,
And still I bear a conscience shroud.
December 5, 1997
My stocks and bonds in equal shares.
I eat my fries before my shake,
I fear the spider more than snake,
I dream of love without demand,
Without a face that I can't stand.
I love my life in simple ways,
With jumbled thoughts of happy days.
I hate the sound of a long goodbye
I long for days when I can fly.
I dwell on things that do repel,
In and out no answers quell.
I study science under Him,
I understand the broadened end.
I piece together bits of each,
Of jumbled thoughts that dreamers teach.
I end each poem with a twist,
For that's the way I learned the gist.
"C'est la vie," I sing aloud,
And still I bear a conscience shroud.
December 5, 1997
Friday, May 23, 2008
What Men Are Made of:
The greatest song I ever sang,
Is formed in words below.
Of how a man can be a Man,
Indeed my words will show.
They're occupied on manly things,
So many times they bring.
A contradicting chauvinistic,
Manly-typic king.
A man should worship gentle things,
His lady soft and pure.
And mind his actions, thoughts, and voice,
Accommodating her.
A man should save his money so,
To match his family need.
Support the life he helped to make,
The soul he helped to seed.
A man should keep his morals high,
To ward off plagues of sin.
To follow foot prints in the sand,
His family walks within.
A man should have a peaceful heart,
with patience on his mind.
Yet still protect his family tree,
With passion ever blind.
A man should have all kinds of love,
And know just when to use.
And never have the other type,
The kind that some abuse.
The things I wrote above define,
The Manly way to see.
Instead it's just a hopeful wish,
of how I want to be.
November 12, 1997
Is formed in words below.
Of how a man can be a Man,
Indeed my words will show.
They're occupied on manly things,
So many times they bring.
A contradicting chauvinistic,
Manly-typic king.
A man should worship gentle things,
His lady soft and pure.
And mind his actions, thoughts, and voice,
Accommodating her.
A man should save his money so,
To match his family need.
Support the life he helped to make,
The soul he helped to seed.
A man should keep his morals high,
To ward off plagues of sin.
To follow foot prints in the sand,
His family walks within.
A man should have a peaceful heart,
with patience on his mind.
Yet still protect his family tree,
With passion ever blind.
A man should have all kinds of love,
And know just when to use.
And never have the other type,
The kind that some abuse.
The things I wrote above define,
The Manly way to see.
Instead it's just a hopeful wish,
of how I want to be.
November 12, 1997
Alienated
My lonely dove,
i sit with thee.
And I make,
A bold decree.
My virgin body,
Sinful mind.
Wishes now that,
It was blind.
For darkness is,
My only kind.
And quiet starteth,
Now again.
And now from Him,
I will not stray.
For all the oceans,
I will stay.
My spirit cometh,
Clean and true.
Ever since,
He died for you.
Jesus keep me,
Near your place.
Near your warmth,
Of love and grace.
The credit an not,
Be with me.
For with my savior,
I am free.
November 4, 1997
i sit with thee.
And I make,
A bold decree.
My virgin body,
Sinful mind.
Wishes now that,
It was blind.
For darkness is,
My only kind.
And quiet starteth,
Now again.
And now from Him,
I will not stray.
For all the oceans,
I will stay.
My spirit cometh,
Clean and true.
Ever since,
He died for you.
Jesus keep me,
Near your place.
Near your warmth,
Of love and grace.
The credit an not,
Be with me.
For with my savior,
I am free.
November 4, 1997
The Game
The greatest thing,
That one can see.
Is the scheme,
Of irony,
In such a thickness,
Round your face.
With such a sweetness,
Does it taste.
This heavy metal,
Has no care.
Even when your,
Heart does tear.
Things of pureness,
Does it hate.
If it does not,
Meet its fate.
So love the hunter,
And learns its ways.
To play its games,
For all your days.
November 4, 1997
That one can see.
Is the scheme,
Of irony,
In such a thickness,
Round your face.
With such a sweetness,
Does it taste.
This heavy metal,
Has no care.
Even when your,
Heart does tear.
Things of pureness,
Does it hate.
If it does not,
Meet its fate.
So love the hunter,
And learns its ways.
To play its games,
For all your days.
November 4, 1997
The End of the World
It's the end of the world,
And the sky is so green.
Shinning its darkness,
With a sizable sheen.
Alas there's a trumpet,
And a drum with no beat.
To dance in a melody,
Of timeless deceit.
The waters of upward,
Joins with below.
Becoming the formless,
Prophecy show.
Those with no master,
They bend the same way.
For we molded together,
From homologous clay.
The answer will come,
Apocalyptically so.
Numbly we march,
And fearless we go.
November 2, 1997
And the sky is so green.
Shinning its darkness,
With a sizable sheen.
Alas there's a trumpet,
And a drum with no beat.
To dance in a melody,
Of timeless deceit.
The waters of upward,
Joins with below.
Becoming the formless,
Prophecy show.
Those with no master,
They bend the same way.
For we molded together,
From homologous clay.
The answer will come,
Apocalyptically so.
Numbly we march,
And fearless we go.
November 2, 1997
The Rose
The rose in the weed,
Standing out from the rest.
Afraid to be plucked,
From the common abreast.
With her petals of brightness,
And the glistening dew.
She is easily wilted.
Her loveliness slew.
The only thing left,
She can do to survive.
Is to dig in her roots,
And declare she's alive.
See, once there is winter,
And the weeds are all dead.
There will still be a blossom,
On her flowering head.
September 25, 1997 (Written for Emily P.)
Standing out from the rest.
Afraid to be plucked,
From the common abreast.
With her petals of brightness,
And the glistening dew.
She is easily wilted.
Her loveliness slew.
The only thing left,
She can do to survive.
Is to dig in her roots,
And declare she's alive.
See, once there is winter,
And the weeds are all dead.
There will still be a blossom,
On her flowering head.
September 25, 1997 (Written for Emily P.)
Amal
So much love does circle round,
In a heart that does not frown.
Many people fooled by me,
When I make my warm decree.
I, my friend, do love you so,
I just thougt you'd like to know.
Now you feel as if we are,
A might to close, o'might to far.
Take my hand, and do not plead,
I shall give the lover's see.
Your open heart, the only way,
So pure in mind, my only pay.
I will teach you what it means,
How to live behind the scenes.
I, the pilgrim, won't ascend,
If the mean does miss the end.
August 29, 1997
In a heart that does not frown.
Many people fooled by me,
When I make my warm decree.
I, my friend, do love you so,
I just thougt you'd like to know.
Now you feel as if we are,
A might to close, o'might to far.
Take my hand, and do not plead,
I shall give the lover's see.
Your open heart, the only way,
So pure in mind, my only pay.
I will teach you what it means,
How to live behind the scenes.
I, the pilgrim, won't ascend,
If the mean does miss the end.
August 29, 1997
Juliet
Writing not- but singing key,
In a song of melody.
The scale-o-time be hurried long,
In the frantic lovers song.
Express the flash of grains of sand,
In a spot where no one stands.
And last the music makes no sound,
Until my Juliet be found.
I, the sainted, die with this,
Looking for my lover's kiss.
May 5, 1997
In a song of melody.
The scale-o-time be hurried long,
In the frantic lovers song.
Express the flash of grains of sand,
In a spot where no one stands.
And last the music makes no sound,
Until my Juliet be found.
I, the sainted, die with this,
Looking for my lover's kiss.
May 5, 1997
Freeverse on the Backward
It is hard to live,
...If living requires,
...That you have one.
When you don't have a plan.
If you think about it,
...One must have a goal,
...To take to bed with him.
It makes perfect sense.
What is happiness,
...If your happy thought is,
...Reaching your goal.
Without what makes you happy.
I say planning is needed,
...Need happines to plan,
...And planning in happiness.
Of unthinkable proportion.
I will not share my thoughts,
...As much as I need to,
...She wouldn't care.
With the one who will sneer.
God shall look down,
...I am unusually odd,
...Being He made me that way.
And continue to study my everlasting pain.
May 4, 1997 (Written for Crystal S.)
...If living requires,
...That you have one.
When you don't have a plan.
If you think about it,
...One must have a goal,
...To take to bed with him.
It makes perfect sense.
What is happiness,
...If your happy thought is,
...Reaching your goal.
Without what makes you happy.
I say planning is needed,
...Need happines to plan,
...And planning in happiness.
Of unthinkable proportion.
I will not share my thoughts,
...As much as I need to,
...She wouldn't care.
With the one who will sneer.
God shall look down,
...I am unusually odd,
...Being He made me that way.
And continue to study my everlasting pain.
May 4, 1997 (Written for Crystal S.)
Angelic Irony
I kissed you in your sleep one night,
And God did strike me down.
He took my halo, wings, and flight,
And set me on the ground.
I broke the rule, the holy law,
Of angel guarding man.
Unlike Satan I did fall,
For love, you understand?
I needed contact with your touch.
A sinner I'm proclaimed.
Because, on Earth, I shared my l love,
It's worth it to be lame.
February 2, 1997 (Written for Brianne B.)
And God did strike me down.
He took my halo, wings, and flight,
And set me on the ground.
I broke the rule, the holy law,
Of angel guarding man.
Unlike Satan I did fall,
For love, you understand?
I needed contact with your touch.
A sinner I'm proclaimed.
Because, on Earth, I shared my l love,
It's worth it to be lame.
February 2, 1997 (Written for Brianne B.)
What Love is For
Deary dear oh do not fear,
Or fret of time unspent.
For read this rhyme, and in due time,
You'll ask of where time went.
Now look at this, this poets bliss,
A rhyming lover's song.
So sing this tune and feel the swoon,
For all of this night long.
You promised me a lover's fee,
Of something ever more.
So keep your love on things above,
On me what love is for.
January 29, 1997 (Written for Crystal S.)
Or fret of time unspent.
For read this rhyme, and in due time,
You'll ask of where time went.
Now look at this, this poets bliss,
A rhyming lover's song.
So sing this tune and feel the swoon,
For all of this night long.
You promised me a lover's fee,
Of something ever more.
So keep your love on things above,
On me what love is for.
January 29, 1997 (Written for Crystal S.)
Away Too Long
Absence makes the heart grow fond,
Or tears the hear in two.
And nothing stops the pain inside,
Unless that nothings you.
Count the times you've read my pen,
And see the poets theme.
And see that all have been about,
You, my only dream.
When I dream, I see a place,
That isn't like it is.
For something down inside her changed,
Her love is not like his.
December 18, 1996 (Written for Crystal S.)
Or tears the hear in two.
And nothing stops the pain inside,
Unless that nothings you.
Count the times you've read my pen,
And see the poets theme.
And see that all have been about,
You, my only dream.
When I dream, I see a place,
That isn't like it is.
For something down inside her changed,
Her love is not like his.
December 18, 1996 (Written for Crystal S.)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Credit to a Man
Gave in to the rising sun,
While others look away.
And face the shine of Heaven's light,
That rises with the day.
Can't you see the beauty,
In the color everywhere?
The thing that makes it all okay,
What turns the foul to fair.
I live in Heaven, kingdom high,
On God's enchanted Earth.
I've been here since I've seen the light,
The light of my rebirth.
It's all in how you look at things,
The featherer poet quoth.
He gave us eyes to see the light,
To twice behold in both.
July 25, 1996
While others look away.
And face the shine of Heaven's light,
That rises with the day.
Can't you see the beauty,
In the color everywhere?
The thing that makes it all okay,
What turns the foul to fair.
I live in Heaven, kingdom high,
On God's enchanted Earth.
I've been here since I've seen the light,
The light of my rebirth.
It's all in how you look at things,
The featherer poet quoth.
He gave us eyes to see the light,
To twice behold in both.
July 25, 1996
Remember the Time
Every man goes back to God,
And some before they're men.
Accept the fact that life is death,
That all will shortly end.
But now they fly with burdens gone,
And float in bluish seas.
And sing an endless song of life,
Till loved ones come to ease.
And though it may be hard for some,
To lose their flesh and bone.
Remember that your life is just,
A short, and sacred loan.
January 15, 1996
And some before they're men.
Accept the fact that life is death,
That all will shortly end.
But now they fly with burdens gone,
And float in bluish seas.
And sing an endless song of life,
Till loved ones come to ease.
And though it may be hard for some,
To lose their flesh and bone.
Remember that your life is just,
A short, and sacred loan.
January 15, 1996
Oh Captain of Mine
The monotone and simple key,
To write my feelings straight.
Is that of those who never lived,
Or those who can't relate.
The words of men remain unbound,
Who laugh at father time.
Their story is the one of all,
And all for one sublime.
Visions not expressed by art,
Thoughts become the scheme.
Dreams and lives, at last, are one,
When writer's prose redeem.
Redemption is a dreamer's word,
And dreamers write it down.
Cause feelings are what's left to save,
In life; if one is found.
October 23, 1995
Published by The National Library of Poetry. Click HERE to see it.
To write my feelings straight.
Is that of those who never lived,
Or those who can't relate.
The words of men remain unbound,
Who laugh at father time.
Their story is the one of all,
And all for one sublime.
Visions not expressed by art,
Thoughts become the scheme.
Dreams and lives, at last, are one,
When writer's prose redeem.
Redemption is a dreamer's word,
And dreamers write it down.
Cause feelings are what's left to save,
In life; if one is found.
October 23, 1995
Published by The National Library of Poetry. Click HERE to see it.
Memoirs II: Forever and the Beast
Primal rage of tattered flesh,
That creep through bounds of sin.
Where devils run and angels hide,
The crimson rush begins.
The devils guide me from the flame,
That burns the blessed night.
The angels sing to tortured souls,
To walk amongst that light.
But nothing stops immortal lust,
Unless it be God's will.
But where is He when darkness falls,
And demons come to kill.
October 22, 1995
That creep through bounds of sin.
Where devils run and angels hide,
The crimson rush begins.
The devils guide me from the flame,
That burns the blessed night.
The angels sing to tortured souls,
To walk amongst that light.
But nothing stops immortal lust,
Unless it be God's will.
But where is He when darkness falls,
And demons come to kill.
October 22, 1995
House of None 3
London Bridge has fallen down,
But House of None is strong.
The haven from our moral fall,
Where righteous battles wrong.
Heaven is the key to peace,
Tis there I'll surely be.
When chaos deals the final blow,
And God has come for me.
Till then, I must endure the sound,
The vicious,silent roar.
And to this place where light is dark,
Remains a single door.
Be open to the inner voice,
And hear the talking soul.
Defend against the mindless craze,
Cause time will take it's toll.
But toll without the metric noise,
And voice without the tongue.
Within the house that's always mine,
Will stay the House of None.
September 22, 1995
But House of None is strong.
The haven from our moral fall,
Where righteous battles wrong.
Heaven is the key to peace,
Tis there I'll surely be.
When chaos deals the final blow,
And God has come for me.
Till then, I must endure the sound,
The vicious,silent roar.
And to this place where light is dark,
Remains a single door.
Be open to the inner voice,
And hear the talking soul.
Defend against the mindless craze,
Cause time will take it's toll.
But toll without the metric noise,
And voice without the tongue.
Within the house that's always mine,
Will stay the House of None.
September 22, 1995
Trampoline 2
I'm the lord and she's the theif,
That stole my heart with ease.
And now I won't go back in place,
Her love I couldn't seize.
I love to see her crimson lips,
In darkness, how they gleam.
And through my chest they kiss my heart,
With passion from a dream.
My sight of joy I cannot watch,
Or pain shall grow from she.
I'll look away and live without,
Till loneliness consumes me.
August 31, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
That stole my heart with ease.
And now I won't go back in place,
Her love I couldn't seize.
I love to see her crimson lips,
In darkness, how they gleam.
And through my chest they kiss my heart,
With passion from a dream.
My sight of joy I cannot watch,
Or pain shall grow from she.
I'll look away and live without,
Till loneliness consumes me.
August 31, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
Stranger of Amidst
Time is like a thousand dreams,
But lasts no more than two.
Detachment builds with every breath,
And finds the restive few.
Who is that behind the mask,
Within your very hide.
He, who came to end your life,
That walks upon your stride.
I see my pain and crown it thus,
My stranger of amidst.
But tis not strange to friendly foes,
There are no feelings missed.
August 23, 1995
I used to know what was worrying me.
Anxiety, is not knowing why your stomach turns.
This is my Stranger of Amidst.
The stranger that hangs with me when nothing else does.
He is my burden, as well as my companion.
He is my conscience to the point of misery.
He is my only friend and confident.
He is everlasting.
And I am not.
August 31, 1995
But lasts no more than two.
Detachment builds with every breath,
And finds the restive few.
Who is that behind the mask,
Within your very hide.
He, who came to end your life,
That walks upon your stride.
I see my pain and crown it thus,
My stranger of amidst.
But tis not strange to friendly foes,
There are no feelings missed.
August 23, 1995
I used to know what was worrying me.
Anxiety, is not knowing why your stomach turns.
This is my Stranger of Amidst.
The stranger that hangs with me when nothing else does.
He is my burden, as well as my companion.
He is my conscience to the point of misery.
He is my only friend and confident.
He is everlasting.
And I am not.
August 31, 1995
Trampoline
I walked upon my waking dream,
And found my crystal moon.
Her touch aroused my sleeping heart.
Where nothing once had loomed.
Her face became my only thought,
With hair as dark as death.
Her scent is what i live to smell,
As sweet as vernal breath.
Color dwells in lovers eyes,
But ours retain the gray.
And she will not accept this change,
From night unto the day.
August 7, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
And found my crystal moon.
Her touch aroused my sleeping heart.
Where nothing once had loomed.
Her face became my only thought,
With hair as dark as death.
Her scent is what i live to smell,
As sweet as vernal breath.
Color dwells in lovers eyes,
But ours retain the gray.
And she will not accept this change,
From night unto the day.
August 7, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
Crystal Blood
Unto my "bestest" friend,
With blood as clear as stone,
But how we came to be as one,
A fact I've never known.
You turn me off or pull your shroud,
Because your hurt is great,
Remember things, the way you lived,
Within the other states.
And if, in fact, you don't conceive,
The purpose meant by this,
Look inside where numbness starts,
And catch my final gist.
Here I wait with ready ears,
Patiently at bay,
So please attempt to open up,
With you I am to stay.
July 14, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
With blood as clear as stone,
But how we came to be as one,
A fact I've never known.
You turn me off or pull your shroud,
Because your hurt is great,
Remember things, the way you lived,
Within the other states.
And if, in fact, you don't conceive,
The purpose meant by this,
Look inside where numbness starts,
And catch my final gist.
Here I wait with ready ears,
Patiently at bay,
So please attempt to open up,
With you I am to stay.
July 14, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
Thebany
The sweetest blood in all the land,
Ran through her icy veins,
She made me feel what nothing feels,
And live in lifeless pain.
Her love suppressed without a heart,
Yet made me feel delight,
Innocence in evil venge,
Created without spite.
She stole the green within my eyes,
the sparkle just for her,
But yet there is a binding love,
That blindness cannot blur.
So still I see and love her face,
Upon her highly throne,
And still she can't relieve my pain,
That pain she'll never own.
June 17, 23, 1995 (Written for Bethany H.)
Ran through her icy veins,
She made me feel what nothing feels,
And live in lifeless pain.
Her love suppressed without a heart,
Yet made me feel delight,
Innocence in evil venge,
Created without spite.
She stole the green within my eyes,
the sparkle just for her,
But yet there is a binding love,
That blindness cannot blur.
So still I see and love her face,
Upon her highly throne,
And still she can't relieve my pain,
That pain she'll never own.
June 17, 23, 1995 (Written for Bethany H.)
Crystal Moon
Pull up a chair, I'll tell my tale,
Within the deepest lore,
So listen hard and learn the truth,
And end it, evermore.
The cloud of pain becomes they shield,
So wield without regret.
Hearts are blind, they stumble on,
Emotions never met.
Hatred has no part with this,
For evil can not play,
The game in which the stake is love,
The pain has come to stay.
Renew the hurt, and red despair,
And meet malicious naught,
for soon you shall release your heart,
And learn the numbness taught.
June 4, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
Within the deepest lore,
So listen hard and learn the truth,
And end it, evermore.
The cloud of pain becomes they shield,
So wield without regret.
Hearts are blind, they stumble on,
Emotions never met.
Hatred has no part with this,
For evil can not play,
The game in which the stake is love,
The pain has come to stay.
Renew the hurt, and red despair,
And meet malicious naught,
for soon you shall release your heart,
And learn the numbness taught.
June 4, 1995 (Written for Crystal S.)
House of None II
I lost my way toward the land,
Where neverlife begun,
And found myself beneath the stars,
Within the House of None.
My swirling void of chaos,
The vortex in the sky,
To soar above the ocean,
When twilight passes by.
Below the kiss of bluish mist,
I am the wisest stone,
It's here I have the key to age,
This spot to call my home.
Not a place that you can see,
You find it from within,
Until my time, I won't depart,
Nor ever leave again.
May 17, 1995
Published by The National Library of Poetry. Click HERE to see it.
Where neverlife begun,
And found myself beneath the stars,
Within the House of None.
My swirling void of chaos,
The vortex in the sky,
To soar above the ocean,
When twilight passes by.
Below the kiss of bluish mist,
I am the wisest stone,
It's here I have the key to age,
This spot to call my home.
Not a place that you can see,
You find it from within,
Until my time, I won't depart,
Nor ever leave again.
May 17, 1995
Published by The National Library of Poetry. Click HERE to see it.
Memoirs From the Grave
At a place where demons sleep,
The soul does wander far.
Upon the blood of innocence,
Eternity thus far.
A forced insane is in my eyes,
My lips expect the kiss.
To a place that time forgot,
And light of light had missed.
Darkness clashed with reddened might,
Oh Lord forgive my feast.
To death I tell my vengeful tale,
Of forever, and the beast.
May 8, 1995
The soul does wander far.
Upon the blood of innocence,
Eternity thus far.
A forced insane is in my eyes,
My lips expect the kiss.
To a place that time forgot,
And light of light had missed.
Darkness clashed with reddened might,
Oh Lord forgive my feast.
To death I tell my vengeful tale,
Of forever, and the beast.
May 8, 1995
Monday, May 12, 2008
To H. Lee
The mockingbird chants songs of mystery and youth.
Curiosity in innocent question.
Beauty in harmonious rhythm.
Justice swells outward against sin.
confusion in overwhelming numbers.
Ignorance in deadly power.
Righteousness possesses ones soul.
Warmth in comforting love.
Reliance in happy endings.
April 19, 1995
Curiosity in innocent question.
Beauty in harmonious rhythm.
Justice swells outward against sin.
confusion in overwhelming numbers.
Ignorance in deadly power.
Righteousness possesses ones soul.
Warmth in comforting love.
Reliance in happy endings.
April 19, 1995
House of None
To the House of None,
With sun and moon of blood.
Fighting off the demons haunt,
Living without love,
Not bright nor dark,
But a perfect shade of gray.
It doesn't strain your eyes or heart,
At night or in the day.
I left this place of grace,
To look for hearts so pure.
Dankness raped my eyes of cause,
And color loved to blur.
Evil is the world to be,
And in it, chaos rules.
Never leave your House of None,
To be amongst those fools.
Here is where my soul stays,
And here I shall relate,
Here I am the god of time,
Staring unto fate.
April 18, 1995
With sun and moon of blood.
Fighting off the demons haunt,
Living without love,
Not bright nor dark,
But a perfect shade of gray.
It doesn't strain your eyes or heart,
At night or in the day.
I left this place of grace,
To look for hearts so pure.
Dankness raped my eyes of cause,
And color loved to blur.
Evil is the world to be,
And in it, chaos rules.
Never leave your House of None,
To be amongst those fools.
Here is where my soul stays,
And here I shall relate,
Here I am the god of time,
Staring unto fate.
April 18, 1995
A Nondepressing Poem
Open your eyes,
Life just began,
Follow the footprints,
Shown in the sand.
I was asleep,
The sun had gone down,
Lost in the darkness,
That was here all around.
Rise in the east,
Lighting the way,
Stay in the sky,
Passing the day.
Now I awake,
Hoping to live,
Reaping the sun,
And all that it gives.
Thank you my God,
Thank you my Lord,
Out stays the sun,
Live the reward.
April 4-5, 1995
Life just began,
Follow the footprints,
Shown in the sand.
I was asleep,
The sun had gone down,
Lost in the darkness,
That was here all around.
Rise in the east,
Lighting the way,
Stay in the sky,
Passing the day.
Now I awake,
Hoping to live,
Reaping the sun,
And all that it gives.
Thank you my God,
Thank you my Lord,
Out stays the sun,
Live the reward.
April 4-5, 1995
This was made into a song by Sean Clark. Click HERE to see it on iTunes.
Philosopher
Throughout time, philosophers have searched the world for poetic explanations,
Explanations are what I seek.
I'm not sure why I continuously hunt for answers,
But yet I am not content.
And so again I found myself in the place where life began,
My desire pulled me towards nature.
After analyzing everything else, I always came back to question one thing,
Of course, that "thing" was me.
I seek therapeutic nurturing from nature,
Why?
The reason? Simple.
To rest.
Life is not complicated,
Humans like chaos.
Some have missed it,
they have missed the point in their life where nature was beautiful to them.
They find pleasure in sin,
Tis sin to rob your soul of nature.
Nature is the most potent medicine prescribed by God,
I know, I am addicted.
Most people are already numb.
I vow, that I shall never close my eyes.
So until it's too late,
I continue to search for answers.
March 4, 1995
Explanations are what I seek.
I'm not sure why I continuously hunt for answers,
But yet I am not content.
And so again I found myself in the place where life began,
My desire pulled me towards nature.
After analyzing everything else, I always came back to question one thing,
Of course, that "thing" was me.
I seek therapeutic nurturing from nature,
Why?
The reason? Simple.
To rest.
Life is not complicated,
Humans like chaos.
Some have missed it,
they have missed the point in their life where nature was beautiful to them.
They find pleasure in sin,
Tis sin to rob your soul of nature.
Nature is the most potent medicine prescribed by God,
I know, I am addicted.
Most people are already numb.
I vow, that I shall never close my eyes.
So until it's too late,
I continue to search for answers.
March 4, 1995
As We Live and Die
I sat on an overturned tree searching the world for meaning.
The fast life I was living was catching up to me, so I tried to escape.
There I was in the woods marveling at a fawn who was marveling back at me.
I don't know long she had been watching me, but when I saw her I began to cry.
I held the tree beside me and knew the pain it felt.
I was in the company of brothers: created together- they give us life, we kill them- and soon we too will die.
It felt as if the outside world was so insignificant, so far away, but unfortunately I was wrong.
February 21, 1995
The fast life I was living was catching up to me, so I tried to escape.
There I was in the woods marveling at a fawn who was marveling back at me.
I don't know long she had been watching me, but when I saw her I began to cry.
I held the tree beside me and knew the pain it felt.
I was in the company of brothers: created together- they give us life, we kill them- and soon we too will die.
It felt as if the outside world was so insignificant, so far away, but unfortunately I was wrong.
February 21, 1995
Athoreau...a poetry blog...
Okay folks...I'm going to attempt to put my poetry up here online...this stuff goes back to high school. Feel free to comment, "borrow" them, and/or express your dislike for my rhyming couplets...
After reading these again (some of which I haven't seen in over a decade- I know I'm OLD) I've determined that I must have been REALLY depressed in high school. Oh well, life looks pretty good now.
You can actually tell various stages in my development as a poet, when I was clearly reading the Vampire Chronicles, and when rhyming couplets began to be the primary why in which my brain chose to express itself.
Enjoy,
JROD
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