My troubled pounding heart,
Always marches smoothly,
For the sweet world of stage light.
For players never create a part,
Nor an art,
Better than this heavenly stuff,
Made from flesh,
Breath,
And true human circumstance.
(Courtesy of Shakespearean Magnetic Poetry)
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
My hair is messy,
My make up’s off,
My heart is tough,
But my skin is soft.
I walk through the space.
The space walks through me.
I am this lonely planet’s billionth progeny.
I revere and ravage,
She nurtures and reaps.
This classic co-dependance is naturally unhealthy.
How can I compete?
How to be complete...
I’m just one lost soul in a black hole with two twisted feet.
Left handed,
Forever branded:
Too rich a soul for a poor economy.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 6:19 PM UTC
I am dancing with the darkness,
I am flirting near the fringe,
I am swimming through the outskirts,
I am wading on the rim.
The reflection of my perspective is no longer recognized
By the less traveled sparkled stares, which happily float on by.
The peripherals of my mind are growing
Further and further in,
Wandering with broken gaze
My scope is turning dim.
With the darkness the ground is shifting
As I’m drifting through my mind.
The seasons change the more I’m seasoned
By reflections that graze my eyes;
Of broken scales, false fairy tales and smiles used for disguise.
While it's true it's - as the say - darkest before it’s light,
It still holds true
The opposite ensues
As bright-eyed sunsets sink into the night.
An occasional step, while slippery yet
Can bring to consideration:
That my darkened truth may yet be false...
... But I keep my hesitation
Because truer till is the fiction still that lingers in the sun;
Of droned routines, petty cravings, and gains ill-willfully-won.
These basking sun-tanners wouldn’t dare to enter
Where this jagged path tears my feet,
Making broken bones on shadowed stones
And a hopeful soul deceived.
The hope encased
Is slowly replaced
With new levels, planes;
Profundity of pain
And ever eroding faith.
My setting sun
Is nearly gone
While darkness takes its place.
The nights seem so much longer drifting
Into deeper dimensions, I muster.
Exploring further, I forge freshly charted paths
Discovering new tangential ways to suffer.
And all these feelings must be true, if truth lay in the mind
These dim lit paths are real to me, however seemingly blind
So still I wander through the night,
Rootless, lost, in pain,
Desperate for the smallest glimmer
That I might happen to obtain;
While shifting free
Through the scattered trees
Landing on the ground,
I sometimes stay
To catch these rays
Basking warmly on the stone....
.... But all this remains ephemeral,
As the sunray travels on.
So alone, again I tumble,
Lost and aimless,
Through the depths,
With broken heart,
Broken bones,
And a seemingly broken lens.
But perhaps... it’s YOU who play,
Lost and aimless,
in the luminous light of day.
For when all’s said and done,
After the shifting sun,
Retracts its comforting rays...
...Beyond that light...
...It is the night...
That ever will remain...
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 2:27 AM UTC