Poetry that pulls ...
Me to the soils of the earth
Awakening my soul
Giving life, giving birth
Poetry you feel...
I can't see it, but it's real
An invisible emotional force
Raw and filled with discourse
A core of deadly silence
That holds..
Holds forever..
To my heartstrings
To my violence
Forced to observe ..
Never to surrender..
The center of the poet's being
Filled with fire, magma, depth and gleam
A depth that no other force can deter
It grips, aches, symbolizes ...stirs
We know it is there
We know it is true
The core inside the core
Is the core inside of you
Poetry that holds vast ...
Shapes our futures, shapes our pasts ...
This is the strength of verse
To engage, to immerse
In such a way that reality crumbles...
Thus it keeps us rare, keeps us humble
Providing sanity...
..truth?
This is the prevailing darkness, the revelations, the reproof.
Pull me to myself. Keep me close to my identity.
Don't let me slip away . . . . . .
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
Break my heart into pieces and spread it upon the barren lands…
Let my yearnings, dreams and sorrows scatter upon the golden sands…
Like a seed planting all that is good …
Giving hope to the hopeless, and grace to the true…
Take my inspirational song and dance …
And serve it while the droplets prance…
Impart it to the nightingale, the songbird noble and true…
Let her sing with my lyrics of passion, all day and all night through…
Tame the envy and jealousy, rebellion and fear…
And convert it to the blue skies clear…
Where the cirrus my fragments enjoy…
The treasure no man can destroy…
Throw my words into the wild winds West…
Send them to the weary ears and souls of zest…
Bring them peace …
Though my life may cease…
Scatter my heart upon the barren lands
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
As dawn its fragrant scents appeal,
In the knife of life I lie,
By bitter wounds my heart be stilled,
She pierces my soul ...and pierced I die.
A thousand breaths, a slow demise,
Tempests and storms engulf her soul,
In the womb she dies and cries.
They await the death of the legacy born
The curse, the gift, marveled and feared,
As the earth and sky shake and break,
Hair fine, the color of earth and silk
Her eyes green as the wooded land’s heart
To live in death and die in birth
Doom and destiny to never part
If ‘tis is fate’s account of breath
Her soul will forevermore be still in death
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
Darkness sets …an anguished cry escapes, echoes and fades.
Like a wave, breaking on a boulder; cursing the wind, skies, and moon.
This is Whisper.
Whisper is death.
Whisper is affliction.
Whisper is …silent.
My name is Brink; yes that is my full name. I was born of Whisper, born from a demon possessed and hungry with power.
She is the mother of the silent abandoned.
I am, and I am not.
I live, and I live not.
I die, and I die not.
I am the core of nothingness that resides inside every being.
The on that brings them to the brink of their destinies.
I unify.
I break apart.
Yes, I am a contradiction.
I am a raging cry, but a gently whisper.
An inner agony.
A pained reflection.
Whisper is my guardian.
I am an island, surrounded by her jealousy.
I do not have many friends.
Whisper paints the bark with her aqua hues, and hence paints the rocks with the bark’s despair.
Darkness sets …an anguished cry escapes, echoes and fades.
Like a crack in the edge of darkness, an unsettling symbol of destiny
This is Brink
Brink is destiny.
Brink is purpose.
Brink is …impulse.
My name is Whisper; yes that is my full name. I was born of the Greater, and the essence of Brink.
He is the son of the forthcoming doom.
I am, and I am not.
I live, and I live not.
I die, and I die not.
I am the core of nothingness that resides inside every being.
The one that brings pain, affliction and prosperity.
I whisper.
I scream.
Yes, I am a contradiction.
I am a raging cry, but a gently whisper.
An inner agony.
A pained reflection.
It is my purpose to defend Brink.
I am a force, surrounded by evil.
I do not have many friends.
Whisper paints the bark with her aqua hues, and hence paints the rocks with the bark’s despair.
Brink’s heart beats, and breathes life whilst emitting an ominous truth, and hence his heart is the essence of truth itself.
For all who dare attempt to walk upon these shores or sail these ere seas…
Welcome to hell.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
To Her Delight
The Songbird and the Sirens
She’s been walking by the river bed,
Waiting for a stranger to...
Ask her for a dance or two...
But to her dismay...
She’s accompanied by sirens bare,
Waiting for her to sing,
But she sadly cannot indulge them,
For she’s waiting for a King.
Silently she objects,
Her thoughts drifting away.
She moves with subtle elegance,
And undisputed grace.
Along the silence waters
She strides with uncertainty
Silently chanting:
“Oh, where is he?”
Sirens: “Where is he?”
“The one who my heart yearns for”
Sirens: “The One that her soul seeks.”
“Night and day, I pray”
Sirens: “She prays for a King.”
“I want ...”
Sirens: “What is it you want?”
“I want to sing.”
Sirens: “Why can you not?”
“I need – a – king.
To hold me in the winter nights
And in the summer glaze
I’m waiting for a gallant knight
To fall upon my gaze.
True of mind and fierce of heart
He is the one for me
Thus my serene sisters,
I cannot sing.”
Troubled is she...
Dazzled is she...
Unsettled is she...
Haunted is she...
She is waiting for a stranger to...
Ask her for a dance or two...
But to her...
DELIGHT
The light!
Opening in the east
The sounds...
Of trumpets
Filling the autumn breeze
Voices and choices
Swirling and twirling
Asking her to dance
She sites:
“My feet cannot stop me,
Nothing can stop me!
Tonight is the night,
That I...
Will find...
My King”
(Female dancers)
“Now she is set
Nothing can stop her
(Male dancers)
“She has woke up
From her slumber”
(In harmony)
“She is determined
Willing to find her
One and only
Love!”
But alas...
Darkness settles
Like dew
As she’s panting
And grasping
Sirens: An illusion,
A fake reality,
Has been molded
Before her
Breaking her subtlety
Slowly she is falling
Screaming and crawling!
The Nightmare....
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Here I am
Here I am
A whisper in the breeze
A gentle flower petal
Being blown by the wind
Here I am
A soldier
Larger,
Though I’m smaller
A song….
A melody…
Carried by the wind
Here I am
A tale told
Of a story
True and bold
Here I am
...waiting...
For the ground
To start shaking
And the voice of the angels
To come….
And carry me away…
So I’m walking through the opal forests
With a song on my heart
And I’m singing to the angel’s chorus
From the light I will never part
So mystery
Be my destiny
Here I am
Kneeling
To my King
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Silver shadows plague my mind
The harmony I'm trying to find..
Is no where to be found..
It's a dark and unsettling parade
The plot, the characters, the set and the play
The masquerade of my life.
Their just spinning faster
I'm running after
A ghost in sapphire glass..
A teardrop of diamond
The lost and the violent
A sentiment of wrath
And I'm fighting harder
I'm sinking deeper
In the sanity I bear..
But the grand illusion
The resolution
I wouldn't if I dared..
So I'll dare to live my life
To give my strife
A run for it's money
'Cause I..
Am a soldier of tomorrow
I'm not a victim to my sorrow
And I will find a way..
A way..
To happiness
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Like a chant written by the angels
Is a storm set on a lake of silver and gold
So many stories to tell
Oh, and the glories to unfold
No matter what may come or go
A meadow I thought I saw in a dream
A dream or wish, would I know?
Or will it strike me in the wondrous seems
In the frightening abyss of the unknown
The wind, almost like a note filled song
A messenger from the heavenly creator
As I read my request in a silent whisper
Would it matter if the answer came now or later?
Life’s meaning becomes clear when you are sure that it is fate that drives your soul
A fate never changing, never ending, never doubting
Is a fate that makes even the bravest of warriors fall?
And bask in the solemn delight given by angels, and devoured by men of stature
And now in the days of love and purity
Which by no meaning are days of sorrow
Shall you find your fate in careless dreams?
And in the enemies of tomorrow
Fate and faith are all alike
In the distant layers of the horizon
All of same origin
But not of the same light
But bonded in painted colours
The colours of the soul
Are the colours that are tinted and scarred
Many are chosen by few are called
Some are made, and others just are
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
I walk into a garden
With but only a mere child’s feel
I look around me, the innocence shining
The light, painfully, seems oh so real
I come too quickly
Am stopped by something
And as I turn my face
I see flowers of the prickly sort
My life begins changing
When I see a maze
Garden doors are tricky things
But in this case there were three
Three doors, three choices
Oh my, which one shall it be?
The first is dark, with broken, shredded vines
The second is golden with coins portrayed on the sides
I look at the two, with delightful curiosity
Until my heart froze
I saw a third with a humming bird
So light, as if she knows
The third was neither of gold nor darkness
But of flowers and something in the core
In the core, oh, so beautiful was a key
With that I opened the door
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
I walk into a garden
With but only a mere child’s feel
I look around me, the innocence shining
The light, painfully, seems oh so real
I come too quickly
Am stopped by something
And as I turn my face
I see flowers of the prickly sort
My life begins changing
When I see a maze
Garden doors are tricky things
But in this case there were three
Three doors, three choices
Oh my, which one shall it be?
The first is dark, with broken, shredded vines
The second is golden with coins portrayed on the sides
I look at the two, with delightful curiosity
Until my heart froze
I saw a third with a humming bird
So light, as if she knows
The third was neither of gold nor darkness
But of flowers and something in the core
In the core, oh, so beautiful was a key
With that I opened the door
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC