The storm is moving in on the horizon. Its been a very long time since we had a storm out here.. The winds where picking up and all of my windchimes rang.. When I heard the wind chimes it flashed all before me. On where I was the night before and many nights before that.. Chimes and vibrations where the first to greet me.. Followed by lights directly shined into my eyes.. I could now remember sleeping with my eyes open.. Everything around me was made of a shiny lustrous metal. Shadows would pass over my eyes from time to time. To my horror I then realised what was going on.. They were studying what I was. Looking inside me to see what makes me alive. They spoke to eachother in strange clicks and hisses.. As they returned me home, my windchimes started to sing.. I awoke in my bed.. Was this just a bad dream?
Perhaps many of us don't realize That life Harbors secrets and lessons around every corner But also harbors many disappointments Each lie spewed like venom is poison to the tongue But each accomplishment is sweet upon the lips Many moments are wasted and taken for granted But that's not true for some Eventually the human race will understand That life is just about Fairy tales and make believe or misery and agony It's a bittersweet mixture of both With dashes of hope and pinches of despair It's a perfect recipe For honesty and for dares
I wrote this poem with my 11 year old brother. He wrote the italic lines (with a bit of help from me for flair). This is his first shot at poetry
Never been to good at leaving. I like to stay put. Seeing others leave is kinda hard to deal with also. If I do leave its not for a long time. Crazy how we can see and experence the most beautiful of places. But you soon find yourself going back home. My home is not so glamorous and adventurous. In fact it is a very small town in the middle of nowhere. But it is home. It is a place that I will always find myself going back to.
I have seen a great deal in the stars out here. There are not many streetlights where I live. This makes it easier for one to observe and feel the sky above. When I put my music on a new world is seen within this small little town. I later find out that this little town is the center of all the universe. Its where it all begins and never ends..
We take a ride down moonlit roads. No stars, just the moon and a few lonely clouds. The wilderness is dark alongside the sleeping roads. As we pass over the rivers I never forget to look down below. The moon light illuminates the calm waters below. We drive to no where and wind up somewhere. Always a familiar place to greet us warm. The mystery is over and we are in route home. A new moonless night greets us. Its time for another drive. To no where and possibly somewhere.
It was dark. A black curtain seem to cover the Earth. Shadows played in the infinite night while demons screamed their songs. It has been hard to walk among them for so long. I ware an old shroud around me and walked barefoot. But today is the final day. The final day in the dark. I am a collector. I collect light. I have collected enough for one day to shine. 24 hours of shine. Its all I need. You see everyone here cannot remember what a sunny day looks like. Even in their dreams the day is night. That is until today. I take a walk to one of the last churches standing. It looks much like a normal house. I suppose its why it was overlooked and never destroyed. Before I unleash the light I walk down the aisle and kneel before I sit down on the pew. I close my eyes and pray. As I pray the light begins to pour out of me. I pray and I pray until the church is full of light! I never realised that the light would pour out of me during prayer. I then open the shutters to all the windows and let the light outside. The light cuts through the darkness as I begin to hear screams unbound. The demons in their anger destroy the final church letting all the light out into the dark world. A mistake on their part. The light illuminates the world in an instant. I remove the old shrouds around me and let my wings spread. I then take flight upon the new day. As I hear the demons screaming in agony below.
inspiration, the dark soul deranged, an eagle flowing with the sky, a poem carving itself out of oak, everything surging, everything uncovered, joys, mad, mad joys.