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Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
One summer day, as time wore on,
I found myself traversing a street.
It was unfamiliar, and led to a field,
At the end of which lay an old creek.

I stopped for a second, something in the air
Asked of me to take a look -
And, Behold! Astoundingly enough...
Tremendous beauty was ingrained in the brook!

The water performed it's marvelous play
In passionate hues of Azure.
A stark blue with a pastel inlay,
Shining with an unearthly allure.

But as if to add to the moment,
In one epiphanic display -
The evening sun deigned to glance down
And strike it in just the right way.

And the sight! It drew my breath
A slow mist inviting light within,
As if the entire scene was bathed in gold,
With tones of blue and green mixed in.

Then, seemingly, as fast as it had come,
The picture vanished - Gone in a flash!
Darkness now engulfed the world,
Tommorow perhaps the light will be back.
This was the first poem that I wrote in High School. It set me on the path I'm on today - It's an interesting comparison to my later works - but it's clear my ideas haven't changed too much!
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
Smoke hangs,
Suspended in twilight to-night,
Walls washed with dark gray/the transition
To black and white,The forever fight-
City nights and neon lights flying past||||

Can't you feel this punk noir?
The beat of the unseemly, lazy, pulse~
Throbbing with life at every hour/-/-/-

~Sweet dreams, are indeed, made of these~
And these flickering, lights, shine off and on,
Lost in a chasm of their own, making
Cavernous, the specks illuminate the dark,
A walk on the borderline-
/in the park?

Night, this is our time-
The light is gone now, come play-
What do you have to say?
Back to the Dreamscape.... Playing with punctuation!
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
If there is a scheme,
Perhaps this too is in the scheme
- When the subway car turns on a switch
The wheels screeching against the rails,
And the lights go out-
But are on again in a moment.
The plans of life....
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
The lane lays lined with wares
A tavern beckons the drunks
To the left small children stray
The baker warms the world
A cart carries fresh fruit
A maiden flashes me a look (Dare I?)
The sky is bright with shimmering light
And birds fly overhead
Light flashes and Stars melt and fall
A hill is now underfoot
Sunset is to the right, no - panoramic
Mountains line an enclosed sphere
A woman (Unknown to me)
Sits quietly by my side
Behind the mountains, darkened forms
Jagged, ominous, but comforting.
....
The ideas of the dreamscape.
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
Her look and countenance evinced to me
that this Lady was a lonely sunset;
Held to her fate - stifled by the thought
of static inevitability.

Sunset, can't you look, see in front of you?
Or are you blinded by your own twilight?
If you could hold on, I could show to you
That after your sad descent, is sunrise.

I hear you say, "Have to hurry down, Yeah -
Hurry down Sunset, get dark like wine, won't
see - won't find any suffering." But why?
Do you think being alone will make it fine?

There is no need for you to keep yourself
at bay; - no need to shine brilliantly
and fade away, simply because you're afraid.

So maybe, in time - we will together seek
The sun behind the clouds, on rainy days-
And thus allowed to let our minds play,
I'll show you how your star is unique.
Based off of a song by Al Jarreau, Letter Perfect
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
Often times I will stop and think
Of reasons, of ways to love you.
How can I show, what can I say,
So you understand that I am true?

You ask nothing, you care and give
Through troubled times, I know -
Often I wonder, if we were asunder,
Where would our lives then go?

So to this I say, together, today
I will never leave your side.
For often times, our souls will rhyme
And our poem is now my pride.

We will flow, often times we know
We will run, and build.
We will flow, we reap and sew -                                                                                                                  
And baby, there’s a spot that only you can fill.
Written as a commission for a good friend!
Elijah Corbeau Aug 2014
All good things come to an end,
We live with lives so fleeting
We ask our questions, find our answers
As to our end of meetings

And chasing, we spiral down
A course of simple leavings
When we lose our way, we find today
As the meaning we’ve been seeking

For moment to moment, step to step
It is our path that we will follow
And though we doubt, we must believe
Happiness will be there Tomorrow.
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