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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Poetry Tuesday – Pulled

I open my eyes and try to focus;

Black stretches endlessly ahead.

Extending my arms, I reach for nothing;

My fingers grasp at air.

Dimly illuminated stone walls

Down my left and right,

But where does the light come from?

Not one window or single torch,

Nothing to light my way.

Taking a hesitant step,

I move slowly forward,

And the air looms around me,

Resting on my skin.

I break into a cold sweat.

Quivering step by step,

I walk without knowing what to do.

Silence so still,

I swear I hear something in it.

Stop, listen: bleak and utter silence,

The kind that prickles fine hairs,

Sending chills up and down the spine.

I grow weary and dizzy.

My insides churn and turn.

Ringing penetrates my ears;

My mind whirls and swirls.

Hold on to something: the cold air;

Lean on the damp, hard walls for support,

A useless attempt.

Nothing ahead still, so now where?

Turn around, turn around;

How did I get here?

Breathe in, hold, exhale, relax.

I turn and take a uncertain step.

Preventing my aching foot from going on,

A wall stops me.

Strange, was it always there?

No other choice.

Move ahead again.

Sighing, I continue my pointless journey

To who knows what end

(If there is one).

Sudden cold permeates my being.

I look in horror at the walls.

They lose their solidarity,

Becoming molten and gaseous,

A grey cloud closing in,

Mingling with my skin.

Its absolute zero freezes me still.

I wince inside, close my eyes.

Blackness, at least not that grey.

From nowhere, a hand reaches out,

Right in front of my eyes.

I see no body, no face to whom it belongs.

I hear a low, steady voice:

“You’ll be okay.”

I open my eyes

And am safe in my bed.

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Poetry Tuesday – Let Down

I have no smile

To offer the world.

Turn me upside-down

So all the blood rushes to my head,

And then you will see my smile.

No more excuses

Or I’ll close my ears,

And since I’m already blind,

Would be deaf be so bad?

If I turn away now,

Maybe the pain will go.

If I lay down my pen,

My voice will be silenced,

And I’ll stop writing.

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Poetry Tuesday – Somewhere Within Your Tattered Insides

I’m not sure which is stranger

Or which would lead to more danger,

But is it your bitter sympathy

Or my twisted philosophy

That with all the broken ends,

We could never make amends?

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Poetry Tuesday – At Ease

Starlight dreams take flight

Across a deserted plain,

Echoing through the mind;

A nightmare lies dead, slain.

Cross-eyed vision of a juxtaposition

Resting among the quavering thought,

Cycling forever in a burning dance,

Seldom ever, though not

Of the bleakest proportion

Of what we can find

Burying, hiding, digging deeper

Into a brilliant mind.

Hand in hand,

Over all the Earth,

Unfolding our wings,

Awakening rebirth.

Shallow rivers running deeper,

Moon reflects its silver image.

Below and above, all are one.

If only to manage

One simple sigh

And release on the breeze

Within and without;

Place the heart at ease.

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