Poetry Tuesday – I Will

I will kneel at the closed stone door

And survive the pain of the meek and poor

Until His light shines down upon my face,

Filling my spirit with warmth and grace.

 

I will alone walk down a darkened path,

Knowing in my heart that He who hath

Adorn mercy and unconditional love

Shall send to me a message by dove.

 

I will hide away, lost in the dark,

So that His forgiving eyes my embark

Upon me, though I am shrouded in sin,

May too know the glory radiating within.

-written 1999

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Poetry Tuesday – Breaking Away

Where is it you hope to run, child?

Every road you take

Will bring you right back here–

A place of devastation and tears.

I am, however, that little voice

In your head you never listen to.

All this terror, my dear,

You brought upon yourself

Through your actions, decisions,

Unwillingness to change.

Pity yourself, mourn aloud–

Only your ears will hear the truth:

How HOPELESS you are (no lie).

Perhaps I’ve been too hard on you,

but if you won’t heed my words,

Kindly take the LORD’s.

(He still cares.)

-written 1999

 

Poetry Tuesday – The Artist

What everyone neglects to perceive

Is the slimy, black interior

Behind the overdone, extravagant facade.

Everyone is an artist

Who paints oneself

To hide the monster inside.

Brush in hand,

Ready to begin a masterpiece

Since the day of birth.

Everyone writes fancy language

On a blank paper,

But is not a page with words

Just a blank one with someone’s mark?

No one bothers to read

Something in another language;

It cannot be understood.

Then there is music,

A noise with vibrato and melody,

Pitch and harmony.

People delight in creating a fantasy,

A beautiful one indeed,

But nonetheless false.

Rather than embarking on these trivialities,

We should face reality.

(But I am passionate about art, poetry, music…

These are things that make life great.)

True.

But you need to add love,

Or else your masterpieces are lies.

-written in 1999

Poetry Tuesday – Laid to Rest

Upon her pearly, lacy skin

Red hot sparks of blazing fire

Singe and melt away

What seems like innocence.

When the heavy smoke clears,

All that remains

Are her wretched guts

Decaying in dead blood.

All the millions of colors

From leaves of October brilliance

Fall to dampness,

A forever lingering sadness

Of once better days.

Stars, moon, and sun–

All hidden by thick smog

That makes impure

The lungs of all who breathe.

Coughing, choking, suffocating–

And finally dying

As the last eyes of humanity

Gaze in sheer fright

At a mushroom cloud.

Can’t anyone see

We’re destroying ourselves?

Too late.

We’re already laid to rest

In our hellish “Kingdom of God”

(We had expected.)

With Satan’s glaring cat eyes

Piercing our hearts.

1999

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Poetry Tuesday – Downfall

It begins as a journey

Through uncharted lands

With a high feeling of pride

But a fragile will

What is to live

When roses are black

And devastation blooms rather

Than sweet compassion

Fancy words to hide

Truth longer known

Since the beginning? of time

Maybe humanity counts it

Only to create order

To be against nature

To live life–foolish

So it seems

It (What?) is false

Ask the question

No appreciation

Peche–French for sin

And evil always streak the sky

Eaten up inside

With desires and false love

Broken relations

Only hear what is wanted

Striving to be different

Oh, so special indeed

Stop pretending

Make dreams come true

What dreams?

Be yourself

The most difficult thing to be

Love yourself first

Don’t be selfish

Confusion and corruption

Within a broken globe

That fails to understand itself

War is unnecessary

Use force–no compromise

Democracy

No voices are heard

Death

The ultimate fear

The ultimate blessing

Opposites collide–oneness

And finally

Peace, prosperity, perfection

A grand fantasy

Man is the personification

Of his own downfall.

–written in 1998 or 99 when my style was very fluid and stream-of-consciousness

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Poetry Tuesday – Turn Out the Lights

A single dewdrop from a dying rose

Falls to my cheek,

Joins my tears in almost

A kind of relief.

This forever sadness looks so simple:

I am hidden in the dust blown aside.

How can I say otherwise,

But the complexity of my world–

Overwhelming.

The rainbow of the sunrise

Over the northward ice-peaked mountains

Bothers me somehow.

This new light blinds my narrow vision.

There is no point in starting anew

When my whole life is already dead.

As I told you for the last time–

But oh, it was incredibly difficult.

Your hair brushed against my cheek.

Your warm lips touched my cold heart.

But no–I can’t.

Please, turn out the lights.

Stop the pain,

And turn out the lights.

written in 1999

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Poetry Tuesday – Day

Morning shadows stretch long,

Fingers grasping at thin air,

Trying to slow time

That slips through

The mysterious space between.

Another hour drops

To the abyss of sliding sand.

Sun’s journey moves toward afternoon,

High in the sky,

A giant on his pillar,

But even he falls.

Red kisses the western horizon,

Swallowing the light

As darkness claims another day.

07/19/18

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