Poetry

Well, over the years I’ve scribbled random words onto paper that seemed to make a little bit of sense.

Full title: Rise and fall (Ode to a Heroes Tale)
Date: March 12, 2008

In our land of olden tales,
Heroes fall and rise again,
Standing before great odds,
Growing strong again and again,
Monsters roam through the woods,
But Beowulf and kinsmen hear –
Growing cries of those in fear.
Boastful warriors laugh so firm,
Fear they lack, swords they hold,
Be it on plains or be it on a berm,
Battles resolved by sharpened blade.
Creatures of darkness and of light,
The deceit they gave, now unsown,
Bloody headless corpses upon the floor,
They know not the wisdom of God,
Not pitied, for Beowulf will roar.
Sail your ships across the sea,
Monsters gather among the shores,
As they fall, the musicians play,
A darkened song for Heroes today.

Full title: Ode and Narrative for Edgar Allan Poe
Date: February 6, 2008

A heart beat echoes and beckons,
The night is dark, the room is cold,
My weary brain seems to reckon,
Life surrounded by growing mold,

Chased and cursed by whiter men,
Born alone, life with fear,
Slaughter like a no good hen,
Stalking party soon grows near,

Fearsome figures loom about,
Cowering like a Negro in the south,
Blame and whips for the drought,
Bloody hands and bloody mouth,

Oh what tales I have heard,
Voices of Usher, great despair,
Life for working, Read not a word,
An educated Negro is so rare,

Does the raven speak to me?
Will they bring me shackles?
“Nevermore,” I cannot see,
Hear I do, the old man’s cackle,

Be my soul set a blaze,
Tell-tale hearts lost forever,
Hope be hidden in the haze,
One more slave’s lost endeavor.

Truth is lost in the maze.

Full title: Youth No More
Date: December 13, 2007

I can’t help but remember my youth, my endless days beneath the sun,
One kid of many in a concrete jungle of California, our suburban home,
Joyous and free were the days back then, a new gift, a new discovery,
Simple textures of a new bike brought a happy smile, a happy laugh,
Ride through the cul-de-sac, wind rustling through our young ears,

We’d stare at the stars, all the stars, we’d play our games, all the games,
Countless hours would tick by, days would pass, good times were shared,
Love for your fellow friend would grow with time, best friends forever,
We were taught to have faith in our God, faith in our fellow man,
We did not know our chances would fade, we did not know it all would end,

Those days are gone, joy has become just a memory, a thought of utopia,
Santa Claus has lost his way, millions of toys will not see the light of day,
Days of gifts, days of play, replaced by days of loss, days of dismay,
Best friends forever lost, no where to find the old common ground,
We fight in wars, we raise our swords, for the next generation to cry,

Metallic toys replaced with metallic guns, our lives more fragile than before,
Anger strives in the pit we dig from adolescence, a new home for our graves,
No one sees the wounds you have, no one sees the nights of endless tears,
Where God is, no one knows, where our fellow man is, no one knows,
How will we survive, how will we deal with the constant sorrow we endure?

Full title: Purple Haze
Date: March 24, 2007

Blurry eyes block your face,
To have become your disgrace,
Listen not to our selfish dreams,
Float free along the streams,
Unclip your wings from hate,
Freedom is your new fate.

These fragile hands do not lie,
No matter the pleas that go by,
See her face, the smile you give,
Give me time as to forgive,
Unclip your wings from death,
Hear the message in the breath.

A heart lay like broken glass,
Shadowy figures from my past,
Fade out like forgotten ground,
Screams of pain, metallic sound,
Unclip your wings from the gaze,
Run off into the purple haze.

Full title: Sing you a song
Date: November 7, 2006

Falling petals of a long lost rose,
Scribbled loosely in my painful prose,
Captured melodies of our love come to light,
Wishing I could somehow make things right,
Scattered lines form your beautiful face,
My endless thoughts of your embrace,

I wish I could forget this sound,
Our arguments on broken ground,
Forgive my failures, remember my life,
Save your heart from that cold knife,
I will sing you a song of the past,
The moments, a shadow forever cast,

The chorus of my heart tries,
Free your soul, open your eyes,
Push away all the pain I cause,
You are beauty amongst your flaws,
Listen to the sound of my song,
Forget, forgive all I have done wrong.

Full title: Melody’s Love (Dedicated to Sydney)
Date: August 18, 2006

These words I cannot speak,
Empty visions invade my sleep.
My thoughts dance upon waves,
This passion strikes and saves,
Open the pages of my book,
Free me from this ancient hook.

These words will never fade,
I will fight for them by the blade.
Send me a soft, gentle kiss,
Our forever lasting, joyous bliss;
Open the pages of my lies.
As my heart fails, and dies.

Melodies entangle my mind,
Only love for you is left to find.
Sing that subtle, lovely tune,
Joy like an early flower’s bloom;
Open the pages of my life,
Be my bride, and my wife.

Full title: Echo Free (She Left me be)
Date: July 24, 2006

Toil away without my love,
Broken wings of a single dove,
Cries of the tortured echo free,
They muffle my simple plea,
Kiss my lips, raise my heart,
Be the savior in this part.

A story untold with words,
Moments lived as birds,
We stood for one another,
Like sister and brother,
Kiss my lips, dim the torch,
Be the darkness on my porch.

Forgive the wicked dream,
My mind’s continued scream,
I thought I saw death alone,
Sitting high on his throne,
Kiss my lips, drop the blade,
Be the peace I have prayed.

One last glimpse of your face,
Beauty with all its grace,
Your blood stained gown,
I am foolish, a foolish clown,
Kiss my lips, end my shame,
Be the burden and the blame.

Full title: Burdened
Date: May 7, 2005

Muffled tears, beneath the raining night, bury my heart,
Did these cursed waves control me? Did I set you free?
Your ashes, I spread, to freedom for my pain to cart;
Fabric impressions of our youth glimmer as I depart
From this crooked truth that our mortal eyes can’t see.

Sullen midnights glare through the tired fog, a clearing
Hidden in the forests of glass, your whimpered pleas fade.
Open your eyes to the drops of water, a sense of the nearing;
A calm tomorrow sheathed behind your echd silence fearing.
Don’t let my open whispers become a forever burdened glade.

As the water rises before me, my exposed body winces in the light,
A divine grasp throws itself under my flesh. A mocking sparrow hovers,
As my tears flutter loosely among the feathers of your never ending plight.
Did I fail you, did my love cover your passion’s tiresome twilight?
Bury my heart beneath the waves, shallow and true, as though we were lovers.

Lay of the land, shadows belittle my breaths through this belligerence.
Do I lay out of sight for the sparrow to lead my soul, a tiresome journey?
Guide me as whisper through the echoing divide of my mind; love’s silence.
My soul’s ache engraved about the surf of this world’s endless dependence.
Uttered words framed by moments once of meaning, a time for us to see.

Full title: Trickled Upon Paper
Date: March 7, 2005

Limitless expression helplessly follows the endless stream,
A tired stream of life to die for, a birth alone in the under-wood.
Pondered expectations quiver upon my mind like a vivid dream,
What does it say, what does it’s counterfeit idea try to gleam?
I touch a blade to trickle thought, to bleed my reality for good.

Cry out did the crows for their hunger tires of empty passion,
Atoms swim to ark the free piece of mind, we will openly fail.
New and old, tomorrow was today in a lucid shadowed fashion,
But strong as they are, weak as will be, they warp without ration.
I touch a blade to trickle love, to shed my heart from the vale.

Am I traveling, or does my soul lie still from the awoken source?
Like kevlar strung wildly inside my soul’s caverns of the lost,
The lost faces and memories that no one shows any remorse.
My finger grazes the button, the sensitive resetting force,
I touch a blade to trickle each word, each moment tossed.

˜Till I lose, ˜till my thoughts fade like an echoing vibration,
I will struggle with my will, but shall it all be for my insistence?
Gliding lavishly through the written hearts, the longing dedication,
Like a child’s timeless eyes full as though deep with fascination.
I touch a blade to trickle her cold, cold soul full of distance.

Gathered my tears tonight, to spread and share my shallow heart.
Sparkles of desire fragment around as my life turns to vapor,
A vapor of energy, thought, and the flowing rivers spread apart.
My grip to lessen, my longing to give way and forever depart.
I touch a blade to trickle my life, my life upon a piece of paper.

Full title: Dream on a bench
Date: Jan 30, 2005

I rest my head, deepening my figure upon rusted metal;
To think, to remember, the forgotten days of long ago,
Each droplet of rain or each neglecting person wouldn’t settle.
Cooked, burned beneath the lecture of the social world’s fatal–
Fatal deaths like an ancient spark from a ripped shroud. Know”

Know the wild stallion’s girth, like the fragrance of extinct flowers;
Do you smell the pollen, each rotting scent of its time-less radiation?
Deep in the forest, I gander upon a beautiful woman beneath her towers;
Does she live here, but how would one know? I approach, and she cowers,
I dare not mock her, dare not shame the grass beneath her foundation.

Back, and leave me be! she bellowed without a gentle deformity,
Alone, I left her to ponder the empty glee of previous explosions,
To imagine days before, there were people from here to Normandy.
Did she know, did she dread the thoughts of government’s enormity,
Or was it her, was it her that let the world fall to chaos’ gallant erosion?

I would not have survived if my spirit were inverted with barricade,
But now I rest, with dreams of the helpless screams, and colourless turmoil.
She doubted, and wept for the mind she once could clutch, but never stayed;
I had been warped, I had been shifted from sparkling mentality of he crusade.
Dare I move my head, from this metal bench that contains years, a man’s toil?

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