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Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
Why do we fight?
Why are there stars?
Can we see them all
or are they too far?
Is the Sun almost gone?
Will we see it move on?
Did the oceans dry up
when you were a pup
or wait 'til you were 93?

Are there people out there
with long and black hair?
Are these people like you and me?
Can they swim like us?
Do they walk like us
or maybe they live in the sea?
What is a dream
and what does it mean?
Or is it just filliing a void?

Can you read between lines?
Did you swing from the vines
in Summer when you were a boy?
Can we live like this?
Is it worth the risk?
Will it all work out in the end?
Or is the battle at hand
for the turning of man
on himself and all of his kin?
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
Ancient stitchings embedded in skin
A reminder of Demons lurking within
Of who I once was, and all we could be
A fate that I knew, but now it's just me
A love that was shared and spread like disease
Emotions that sent a tree to its knees
Tearing limbs, and lungs, and hearts to the floor
From nights spent begging, pleading, and more
A passion foregone, or obsession amiss
My sacred reality, come now to this
One question is left, to finish your game
Can you divide one into two and remain unchanged
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
Today will never end
Tomorrow will never come
Yesterday is on the run
The choice is yours, pick one
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
Bold and Brilliant
Burning and Beautiful
If you shall die
Then so shall I
You shape my world
Just like the Earl
Of all that has ever been done
I revolve around you
The One that stays true
My Yellow and Glistening Sun
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
Into the night, the quiet, still, and cold
Treading this ground is a task for the bold
Ancient whispers still linger at the edge of the light
Calming your fear and hiding fright

Mistakes lead you now to the middle of the wood
Empty promises haunting while intentions were good
Swallowed by darkness and consumed by fear
Demons are calling and wooing your ear

Alone in the blackness you follow them down
Past a grave and a cross to a hole in the ground
From this hole comes a stench, ****** and foul
Thoughts of transgression ingored until now

Your body goes stiff for a second or two
All emotions have left you, all except two
Unable to run from these demons you dread
As the fight continues inside of your head

Screaming and shouting there seems like no end
Where is God, when the devil claims he is your friend?
All you can do now is turn to the light
Push back the fear to wage war on the night

Swallowing curtains of pain and dispair
As the moon shines above with its luminous glare
You take all your burdens and force them to flee
The battle now ending, you set yourself free.

A light starts to flicker in the dead of the night
A beacon to those enduring their fight
Drenched in sweat from your brow to your cheek
Bearing strength as  a man who once was weak
Probably the poem i've spent the most time on and has the most meaning in my personal life.  It was written in the winter months and portrays a the feeling of "into the darkness seeking the light inside"
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
I saw you sitting with an inquisitive look
You said "have a seat" as you opened your book
"A tale of love the book has told
From stories past and days of old
This book is ours" you said to me
Inside, does hide, a history
The age of man is over and done
But the story of yours has come to one
You are the answer of that which you seek
So first find yourself, and then help the weak
For it is promised to you and all who are true
In order to lead "you" must follow "you."
Caleb Wilcoxson Feb 2011
It tricks and it treats,
It hides and it seeks,
Lies awake and asleep,
But never does it cheat,
It plays foul and plays fair,
It is always aware,
Contradicting your head,
Without it you are dead,
It's there from the start,
It is, in fact, your Heart

— The End —