My Reflection
A clear and perfect surface
Glass--- motionless, a reflection of the above horizon
Shatters with the force
----a punishing pebble
Breaks the glass---a universe damaged.
The pebble sinks, the image weeps.
All is calm before the Almighty.
The waves rest---unruliness subdues
All is calm again
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Drunkards
What drink of nature
was ever so fickle?
As that of the mead
that ever does trickle.
The wine of the hearty,
the drink of the proud
That makes the kings fools
and noble man drunkards.
What a drink that this is,
that makes the intelligent
ignorant.
And models
a mockery.
The being of man
partake in debauchery.
Where is the honor
in a man who can't stand?
Who's speech is a slur.
And makes his soul damned?
That such torment of knowledge
to know, do and act
the stupidity in one's thoughts
regardless of right.
He'll perform the stupid, the vulgar, the harsh.
To awake the next morning in a dark misty marsh.
And he'll look to his hands at the dark putrid slush.
That is the blood of the souls who he ill fully crushed.
And what more can the man, woman or child
perceive from the world when the drink, be it mild,
will break us our natures and make us such liars.
That our sins will stand erected like obelisks or spires.
And that mankind be judged not on fruits of good will.
But by our drunks and our senile and our societies distilled.
And if cities are built on the sadness of children.
The daughters and sons, the wives who still stand there.
With their beaten and bloodied expressions of pity,
That though they may die, it's no longer their city.
And though drink, may it be, that one from nature.
Let it be he who can sip, and yet still stand to her.
glad to know people still stop by here 😊
True Friends
What love of treasure
Or pleasure find
The happiness that we
Deserve inside
Or those who threw
Their life away
To worldly pleasures
That didn’t stay
What answers taught
That on earth we live
So that we may die
With nothing to give
Contributors that contribute
Nothing at all
But take from this world
Everything that dares fall
The scoundrels and thieves
Of women and men
Who laughed and enjoyed
The sensations of sin
But to their morals they left
Far behind in the mud
To fondle with indulgence
They reasoned to trust
It’s a mockery to think
That the masks that they wear
Was enough to fool us
Like an animal to a snare
Their hypocrite lies
And their smiles of deceit
Was enough of a distraction
To make them light on their feet
And swiftly they moved
Without a seed of doubt
To plant quickly the knife
For their philosophy devout
And you there to stand
In your pool of denial
That no sooner could it be
The friend who stood by you
But as you look to your side
The one now empty and cold
That the friend you once knew
Has now left you for gold
And yet there you still stand
With their knife of betrayal
Wedged smoothly between
Your heart and your angel
For our death in life
Comes quick to define
That alone it you’re born
And likewise you’ll lie
And the troublesome friendships
You so tediously cared for
Were a waste of time
And ones greatest heart sore
So to whomever dares read this
And thinks me insane
Make yourself a friend
Who kills you the same
And maybe you’ll see
That the warning I cast
Should not be so dismissed
Lest you die like the last
We Dream
No creature on this earth so blue
Beneath the daunting heaven
Pit filled seas
And never ending ocean
Ceaseless times
Could ever match the thought
Of the human mind.
To man the laws of nature still apply
The cold fair hand of death
takes preference not.
And yet to his delusions he complies
and runs away from the sins he wrought.
How humorous to many do we seem
Who in our direction passively see
A man standing alone with jaw hung low
Muttering the "what-if" symphony.
Or moreso the one who floats above
Transcending on his dreams aloft
And upon this cloud of dream he soars
To the leave the body far below.
It's strange to think, we of equal time,
Nature, sinews, fibers as anything else
Would find a better way to spend
Our fleeting moments we have on earth.
Creation
Passive words of
gentle nature
moving in the
are we breath
watchful eyes
gazing kindly
through the
body into the
soul.
Caressing hands
that break down barriers
fills with warmth
the heart once cold.
In steady arms
the body craddled
touching close proximities
two hearts.
Minds wrapping,
coiling, intertwining
souls merging to
become one.
Two made whole
smiles of true love
shine the light upon
a child's birth.
My Love
Fickle some heart, Find a spine!
Give consistency to your rantings.
You twist in churn, like a fleeting bird.
You hurt me and wont stop.
For this one I give my life.
For this one I give my soul.
My mind and poems to this one.
My body to another.
Why can’t you choose, Stay with one!
Why must I dance like the eager autumn leaves?
Why can’t I choose one lover and stop?
Pick one and leave it there?
Only so much can my body take,
The ripping of my plant of life.
To be planted here…
No here…
Wait place it over there.
Soon my tree will crack and break.
My rose will wither and die.
My soul will leave my hollow corpse.
In isolation my body will lie.
And where will my lover be?
To whom my body suffered, now expired.
Have they gone to dance to another’s tune?
To follow the same path many are doomed?
If God is laughing, his humor is twisted.
Man loves man, but never God.
Eternal happiness to love that which lives forever.
But we don’t live forever, nor love that which does.
The humor is we can end it, but we don’t.
So many will keep on dancing, loving, ripping,
Mourning, living, dying, dancing, loving, ripping,
Mourning, living, dying, dancing, loving, ripping,
Mourning, living, dying, no end to this repetitive cycle.
Man will continue his passionate ritual.
And God will never cease to laugh.
As for me? As for you?
Promise never to love me.
That way I will have one less person to dance for.
One less person to dance for, love for,
rip for, mourn for, live for, die for.
One less person to dance for, love for,
rip for, mourn for, live for, die for.
One less person to dance for, love for,
rip for, mourn for, live for, die for…
Love is
Love is neuter
Neither ugly or beautiful
Neither light nor dark.
It brings not pain or happiness.
It neither unites nor tears apart.
Love alone is love alone.
Together love is love together.
Love is love and love is love.
With him or her, they or I
Love will love and never die.
True love is never anything.
It is what is and isn’t.
Neither dream nor nightmare.
Philosophy or theory.
Alone or together.
God or demon.
Patient restless
Humble proud
Harsh unforgiving
Tender and kind.
It lies and never errs to truth.
It dies and never cease to live.
It disappears and always stops to show.
It’s dirt and the most precious gold.
It ages and is always young.
It grows but is always small.
Its foolish but in the wise it dwells.
This love is most strange if you couldn’t tell.
And for all the things
That have been thought
These are that which
Love is and not.
The Train Yard Lad
Their is a young lad,
standing at the railroad.
In the early hours of the morning.
Hanging a teddy bear,
slung down in the mud.
And the boy with his boots waiting there.
The train's whistle blows hard in the distance.
The light is a distant sun rising above the horizon.
The teddy swings as it hits the ground
The warm hand of a child no longer holding it.
The light of the train is larger and brighter.
The whistle louder, the engines roaring.
But the little boy is so small,
Tiny before this mechanical monster.
It echoes underneath the boys feet and over his body.
The teddy bear sits slumped, alone now in the train yard.
Waiting for the next boy to pick him up.
When tensions surmount
and I can't get out.
A look from your face
will free me.
When troubles are near me
and problems are nigh,
I know that one smile
will ease me.
When hell has broke free
and the criminals walks.
And death is dancing his waltz.
All the pain and the suffering
that rules this damn earth
Is never in vain or for not.
Because I know that one glimpse
one touch and a kiss.
And the day will end with the sun.
Song
Two far off birds
sing courtship to each other.
Flowers of complimentary colors
bloom in the others direction.
Tapping feet of an anxious lover
awaiting a father's approval.
The sun and moon waltz to the movement
of eternal companionship.
Duality in existence,
purpose in couples.
Life without love is
living without breathing.
The universe is the sum of two.
But hear my song; a lonely lover.
I plead for death
to take away my sorrow.
To release me from the bounds
love so cruelly placed.
Forever must I walk with a guilt
but no penance.
Exist with a thirst
that can not be quenched.
If only to fulfill a heart that is longing,
A soul that is still wanting to love.
How I dream of becoming
your complimentary flower.
Or being the bird
that sings for you.
It is mine, it is I
To walk in your shadow
is my torture
is my comfort.
To be so close and yet so far
is my frustration
is my satisfaction.
To succeed and fail in your company
is demeaning
and yet uplifting.
That you touch me out of love
is my pain
is my life.
My reality lies closer in the ball point
then within my own finger tips.
What little I can say, I write.
So that tomorrow I can say another.
For every time I see you I must lie,
and for every time I do a moment passes.
So that I can live in the comfort of fantasy,
forever dreaming of being in a world with your love.
Where to speak the truth would shatter the mirror,
that brings forth the gaze into the dimension of where
true love and happiness lies.
Where I choose death
I choose life.
This is more of a story in prose then a poem in ryhme. Please enjoy 😊
The Autumn Chill
Today it was cold with no sun and much wind.
The bare naked trees, submissive to an invisible hand.
Closing the door, the leaves would dance before him.
Circular, coming, fleeting, infinitely moving, various colors,
dancing forever, warning, "Beware!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beware!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Go not out there!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Beware!"
But their voices fleeting, unimposing, disappearing into the distance.
He, with his clothes, safely wrapping him, thick clothes binding, marched on into the bitter cold.
The gray day paralleled his center nature,
the lifeless grass matched his physical complexion.
The clouded day was his darkened mind.
The noon sky brought moving clouds but no clear heaven.
The wind showing change but only in symbol; in image.
A black speck in a world of gray.
Silent footsteps fall gently against a wet ground of concrete and asphalt.
Damp red and orange litter the gutters that the wind would not carry to distant places.
None wonder why this man walks this road.
Only during such harsh conditions he makes his journey, in the death of all life --- a current of invisible impediment.
With warning cries but fleeing faces, dancing life trails far behind him now.
Only the wet, heavy symbols that the nimble hand was prejudice not to carry, keep him company now.
The bending ground, surging breaths from the earth, force rocks of smooth surfaces, engraved names to the open.
Souls that matter not to him, save one. Her name.
To her name, he reaches her. Deep sighs of remorse and fatigue fill his lungs.
Every Autumn to make this journey: her birthday her death day.
Every Autumn of no sun and much wind, to place upon her brow his wilted flower.
A flower that promises her one more Autumn, one more flower.
Before finally none will make the journey to her bed, nor his.
Originally posted by AOR
[b]SongTwo far off birds
sing courtship to each other.
Flowers of complimentary colors
bloom in the others direction.
Tapping feet of an anxious lover
awaiting a father's approval.
The sun and moon waltz to the movement
of eternal companionship.
Duality in existence,
purpose in couples.
Life without love is
living without breathing.
The universe is the sum of two.
But hear my song; a lonely lover.
I plead for death
to take away my sorrow.
To release me from the bounds
love so cruelly placed.
Forever must I walk with a guilt
but no penance.
Exist with a thirst
that can not be quenched.
If only to fulfill a heart that is longing,
A soul that is still wanting to love.
How I dream of becoming
your complimentary flower.
Or being the bird
that sings for you. [/B]
You're so not helpful. -struggles for a moment-
But, nonetheless, this is beautiful. The imagery, though simple, is strong, and the sentiment of a lost or unrequited love is something that you have expressed extremely well, as per usual.
Originally posted by AOR
[b]It is mine, it is ITo walk in your shadow
is my torture
is my comfort.
To be so close and yet so far
is my frustration
is my satisfaction.
To succeed and fail in your company
is demeaning
and yet uplifting.
That you touch me out of love
is my pain
is my life.
My reality lies closer in the ball point
then within my own finger tips.
What little I can say, I write.
So that tomorrow I can say another.
For every time I see you I must lie,
and for every time I do a moment passes.
So that I can live in the comfort of fantasy,
forever dreaming of being in a world with your love.
Where to speak the truth would shatter the mirror,
that brings forth the gaze into the dimension of where
true love and happiness lies.
Where I choose death
I choose life. [/B]
Tell me about it, friend.
Why don't you go ahead and shoot me in the foot? 😛