Zane H

Zane H Oct 2011

Water

Water,
cleanse my body.
Make me feel alive again.
Clear the stupor.
Clear the spinning.
Clear my body of all its sinning.
Forgive my choices
and clear these voices
and noises that lie inside my head.
Calm the waves of intoxication.
Clear my mind of inebriation.
Help me through a transformation
back to sanity,
back to sobriety.
So I may never want to drink again.

10/30/11

Zane H Oct 2011

The Lies that We Tell

The lies that we've said.
The lies that we tell.
In our bodies we've bled,
in our minds they dwell.

Dwell deep in our soul,
which we cannot control.
We live for these lies,
the lies that we tell.

The pain grows inside,
But we dare not confide.
The lies we dispel.
The lies that we tell.

The games that we play,
the things that we say,
the lies that we tell,
Lies, who are they for?

Our words hurt others more,
yet they hurt us as well.
The deception we sell,
The lies that we tell.

So, tell to the world,
the lies that we speak.
But through lies, we'll never find
the truth that we seek.

10/26/11

Zane H Sep 2011

Timechaser

I chase after time, day after day after day.
Yet time forever eludes me, always running away.
It has the speed of the wind, with an incredible pace.
And always leaves me behind, in this never-ending race.
No matter how much I run, I’ll never be as fast.
I may catch up for awhile, but I can never last.
Time is always in front, and it is always ahead.
It has long since ran over, the path that I now tread.
Yet although chasing after time, is impossibly tough.
I will continue to chase time, cause I haven’t chased enough.

9/24/11

I never have enough time to do everything I need to do.

Zane H Jan 2011

Fear of Change

I’m scared of the future,
and whatever’s in store for me.
I don’t know what'll be there,
I don’t know what I’ll see.
I don’t know what I’ll face,
I don’t know what I’ll find.
I’m highly afraid,
and I'm scared out of my mind.
Fear grips my soul,
in its unrelenting grasp.
Leaving my fighting for breath,
as I struggle to gasp.
I know sooner or later,
that the time will arrive.
Which is why I'm afraid,
scared I won’t survive,
my encounter with change,
and its terrifying embrace.
The reality of future,
that I’ll soon have to face.
I cannot help myself,
but feel less than bold,
when I’m worrying about my future,
and whatever it may hold,
for me. You see,
I feel nothing but fear.
Cause' the moment of truth,
is really coming near.

9/29/10

Aren't we all afraid of change sometimes?

edited on 4/2/14

Zane H Jan 2011

Continuation of Frost's "Nothing Gold Can Stay"

But nature's green, will soon turn brown.
Her ephemeral smile, becoming a frown.
Her promise of eternal spring, a lie.
Since she knows her children, will one day die.
As branch subsides to leaf and flower,
So does the second, to minute and hour.
And as the day succumbs, to the night,
a few of her children will leave her sight.

1/10/11

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This poem is meant to be a continuation to the following Robert Frost poem that I greatly appreciate.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Zane H Dec 2010

Music

Music is like magic,
I find it forever appealing.
It conveys the spirit,
the essence, and the feeling
of the artist's subject.
Of what the artist wants to show.
I find music beautiful. So,
I listen to it
because
through the medium of sound,
I can feel expression.
Through the rhythm and rhymes,
I can feel
the heartbeat of life.

12/13/10

Zane H Dec 2010

The Burden of Desire

Why should I ever,
pursue things I’ll never get.
The goals I’ll never reach,
the walls I’ll never breach.
Pain stems from desire,
like ice or hellfire
that burns in people’s souls.
Make useless of my goals.
Why should I try to,
go to places that don’t exist.
That I know I can’t get to
-that I know I won’t go to.

12/20/08

I wrote this at a time when I was feeling depressed.