Stuck between war and peace
Can’t win the fight
Won’t bend the knees
Stuck between cradle and grave
Can’t be a prince
Won’t be a knave
Stuck between the earth and sky
Can’t plant some roots
Won’t let it fly
Stuck between night and day
Can’t silence it
Won’t let it say
Stuck between the head and toe
Can’t keep it in
Won’t let it show
Stuck between a truth and lie
Can’t breathe in life
Won’t let it die
Stuck between joy and woe
Can’t burn it down
Won’t let it grow
Stuck between a yes and no
Can’t make it up
Won’t let it go
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
But then there is the abyss to keep him company
Gnawing at his heart
The demons in his memory
Tearing his mind apart
sigh...
Still his conquest in solitude
His dance in the dark
Inspire a new sunrise
On a world yet unborn
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
His dream was buried under
So excavating down he went
But 'twas his mind that split asunder
And his solitary heart rent
He was forced to rediscover his way
With no hope left in sight
Past treacherous rocks of obloquy
Back to a place of light
The settling dust reveal in the end
That a laurel wreath or a thorny crown
Is for the one who would dare contend
For the one who would not stay down
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
I've a cat in my window;
It's the apple of my eyes.
My naughty Mr. Winnow,
Likes to snarl and gnaw at guise.
I've a cat on my head;
It purrs when I face rejection.
My crazy Mr. Instead,
Is always facing another direction.
I've a cat on my breast,
Listening to the beats of my heart.
My wise Mr. Obsessed,
Wakes me up to play my part.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
No matter which way the wind will blow
No matter if its strong or if its slow
If the seed of love in the wind you throw
Then the tree of love from that seed will grow
Even if the world gets covered in snow
And there isn't a sign of life to show
The little frost covered bud will still know
When to break through to the world and glow
No matter how much sorrow, pain and woe
Winter in her abandoned heart may bring in tow
The ebb of life in the veins will not cease to flow
And the tree of love will never let her go
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Will this flower always doubt this bee
And think it to be the same
As many a small buzzing fool
Who in passing before it came?
Will this ocean always be a loss,
To this hapless seeker for a way,
Alternating doldrums and stirring storms
To keep this shipwrecked one at bay?
Will this moon always draw a veil
When this wolf opens his heart
And call upon an untimely wind
Before this lonesomes' song can start?
Will this beautiful universe always twinkle
Mesmerising in sight, then gone again
But keep this star gazer bound to a hope
Of sparkling clear skies after the rain?
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
From that moment when she smiled at me, my whole world came apart,
I had finally found my reason, but concomitantly lost my heart.
I realized, I'd have to venture out, to see her face again,
So I could recover my own, and hopefully end this pain.
I marched with poise to her house, but then I never knocked.
Although my arms were open, my joints it seemed were locked.
I had brought her some petals, that the hands of fate has chosen.
Although my heart was melting, my lips, they were frozen.
I wanted to shout out to her, but I failed, even to try.
Although my brow was dripping wet, my throat was totally dry.
I prayed that somehow, she may think to look out and see,
This wretched lost creature waiting under her window is me,
And without a word betwixt us spoken, she'd assuredly know,
That thoughts of her have me enthralled, my greatest joy and woe,
And perchance decide in her dainty mind, to end my misery,
With her smile that could embrace my soul, straight into eternity.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Her dream and her fear,
Her smile and her tear,
After the fog of pride does clear,
I realize, are all to me dear.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
You're like sunrise to me.
I may not always wake up to greet you,
But if I feel you are not there,
It turns my world upside down.
You're like water to me.
I may not always pick you over free beer,
But whenever my world turns to a desert,
I need to know that you are near.
You're like sleep to me.
I may not always want you when I'm at work,
But when the coffee drip trip is done,
Your absence drives me berserk.
You're like a Picasso to me.
I may not always immediately understand what you say,
But as your convoluted logic rolls in me,
I'm satisfied, I'll get you at the end of the day.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
To,
Miss Jane Zoe
666 Selfish way,
Mediocreville
Subject: I'd ask you to go to hell, but then I realized you never left.
Dear Jane Zoe,
You're dead in all the ways that it matters to be alive.
The fruits and flowers aim to give, the virus merely to survive.
If blind selfishness were the world's way,
We would still have only single cells.
But life chose to lose itself for a lonesome misunderstood other:
Starting the multi-cellular diversity we cherish today.
Now, I am not a psychic, so I simply cannot converse with the dead,
So in future, take your parasitic crap to your fellow ZOmbiEs instead.
Yours Sin sear lie,
Mr. Ex Necrophilic
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC