"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Why do you lament so"
"There comes evil, it is thriving"
you answered, though
I think good may be hiding
so I'll search to and fro
"Oh you people," I call to the living
"Watch now as I go,"
"I'll find the good you're craving,
under earth, sea or snow,"
"I'll return to end your crying,
this I swear I know"
"Oh you people," I call to the living
as I search near and far
my journey is not ending
at what I thought was par
"But I made a promise I am keeping,"
I said to no one there
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I know not where I am!"
I said it was you I'm saving,
But I am lost, a sham
But you are far away, unhearing
Out here I am a lonely man
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
but you never hear my plight
yet what is that I'm seeing?
In the distance is a light
Now my hopes are ever freeing
a smile is my right
"Oh you people!" I call to the living
"I have found what you may seek!"
"There is good here, I have found it!"
"Though now I am old and weak!"
They hear me, their faces lit
they hear me as I speak
"Oh you people," I call to the living
as they come seeking water and bread
"thank you," they call through the building
their towers high and red
Finally done is my purpose
I find peace once I lie dead.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
There inlaid was a nightmare
a filler of dark, of cold
the boy dreamt alone and sought nothing but sleep
but in that sleep what dreams came were not
what he asked for
Not at all
There inlaid was a terror
a fear of stark, of utter horror
the boy knew what was coming and sought nothing but to stay awake
and in that wakefulness what thoughts could come were not
what he wanted
Not at all
There inlaid was a sorrow
a chestpain so deep, so undying
the boy knew what was true but wanted nothing but for it to be a lie
and in that cringe a revelation came that was not
what he expected
Not at all
There inlaid was a fantasy
with wings so broad, so full
the boy knew that here he could win every battle and take every stride
and in those clouds he would never fall
or falter
Never, not at all
So after each nightmare and wakeful terror
whenever he would cringe for pains and hearts never stolen
the boy allowed himself to find false strength
in a fantasy perhaps but reality enough for him to stay
himself, a boy
and so in that thoughtless space where he always found bright clouds
as opposed to the dreams and thoughts inside and around him
where there were only shadows
The boy flew.
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
What becomes of a soul when it finds true
Its whole is less than the sum of its parts
Seeking blood through a flame, heated and blue
And meter finds this anew when prose starts
Soliloquy, a phobia, a thought
Is everything a callous writhing
Such as this imagination has wrought
And all we see is red, this old tithing
As I was struck by fire with no way out
I knew that I was trapped, and still I found
That none were there to hear my silent shout
As my voice hidden by glass had no sound
And they weren't there to shatter, hear my pain
The flame was a soul, a heart stolen twain
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC