jonathan-connally
American
Im lonely outspoken young person, who would love to be called an intellectual. I have horribly crippling spelling skills witch I try to avoid with the augmentation of Microsoft word . I enjoy poetry and all forms of humanist art. I have a very opinionated view of how the world ought to be but im not pushing anything anyone. I enjoy literature because its an expression of what I consider the the most powerful entity on the planet the human mind.
I stand alone lost in a night sky
without even a silent wind
to decant a silent world,
all I can hear are the whispered
dreams of the fallen,
not liberators,
just more trepidation,
Where are the Horizons?
its light
Where are the proud
, the leaders who never ceased
to claim its glorious rays?
the real stars
as I weep for what is lost
a scarlet tired world begs for them
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
I will not hide the disdain I feel, l
For the unfortunate weary souls
who have yet to see the light ,
The half men, who see it fit to belittle its enkindling
gifting unto the legions the absolution of our demise.
Unto them I see no clemency
I cede them nothing but to concede my absence.
Dam them to the merciless scowl of the unwritten histories.
Absolve them no protection,
let unearned, sweat of the brow pool
let it saturate their scar less heads.
leave only the ice autumn rains to bathe them
Ignore the frost redden pleas at the year’s end
leave them, to frolic in its benevolent grace.
To know,
To see,
To become,
because To know is to become human
and To be human is to see and do everything else.
To be human is to be Mortal.
Mortal
Graceful knowing,
Captivating, expanding, dieing
To be graceful at knowing and graceful at end
Human
Human is To be free
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
On every single night, the heavens rise,
and the ages descend when your eyes dance.
You ingratiate the barren night skies,
Like a void star, befallen, left to chance.
Plight yet graceful on the adorned stage
the limitless expectation, recant.
A gift the blessing of the exquisite
soft golden glazed inquest aspiration,
And in them I witness, the perfection.
The spike that pierces, a sinister sole
a driver of unhinged unworthy worlds.
To grace it with an unhinged perfection.
The heavens have come to set, to see you.
and I arise with the night to seek you.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC