Abject Truth

I have been attempting so hard to find
A love that is pure, and is so kind
When it turns it’s eye to me, it is blind
Unfailingly to my unbalanced mind
The endless sorrow that must always grind
It constantly puts me into a bind
And looking back on sight that is hind
The devil did come, and contracts were signed.

I can never find a love that is pure
Although in the end it will never cure
Devastation I forever endure
The Devil has baited and cast his lure
He caught me now didn’t he-and now you’re
Lost forever-of this I am so sure.

9-2-06

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And The Raven Laughs

The night, so dark and lonely
The day, so long and unjust
Meets the warrior with truth
His lies fall on dead ears
His looks fall on blind eyes
And his secrets, they die with his soul.

The night, so dark and lonely
The day, so long and unjust
Meets the love with anguish
Her screams follow the wind
Her tears lead a march to dry land
And her secrets, they die with her heart.

Both look to the sky for comfort
Finding only angry clouds
And in the midst of their confusion
They cry out, reaching for the other
Finding not love, but pain.

Hand clasped at her breast
She pulls out what has been hidden
A dagger; it’s gleam reaches the moon
And as she plunges it into her chest
She cries, “Relief from this pain”
“Release of your soul.”

Hands tap the left wrist
One, two, three, four
He feels whole, he feels safe
Relief from this pain
Resurrection of his soul
His eyes turn black as he sneers.

and the raven laughs.

11-15-10

the hourglass runs low

The original version of the hourglass..in it’s free form…before the rewrite. Written in a small bedroom of a small green house many moons ago… Keep in
mind it was written by a preteen.

The night grows dark around me
The hourglass runs low
The things I see surround me
Yet I know not where to go.

I see them drawing nearer
I have nowhere else to go
My love for him grows colder
And the hourglass runs low.

My eyes have now grown clearer
And all I can see is him
He who treated me so badly
And tore my soul from limb to limb.

The hourglass is almost empty
Because I see what I’m here for
There’s blood everywhere-I killed him
Now the hourglass is no more.

Hmm

I wonder what I should do

Should it rhyme and be long

Or should I write a haiku

This poem plagues my thoughts

Indecisiveness in it’s form

Indecisiveness in it’s subject

Should I not write at all

Or should they all be written

My heart aches to write!

Why is this so hard?

My voice yearns to be heard

In the form of written word

My voice, silent all these years

Awaits my decision

On which poem to write

It awaits my decision with patience

I will write this poem

I will write and be heard

 

inspired by @OldSchoolHaiku in 2011..

Deception

my eyes do not know
how to look at you
the fire I started
surrounds my body
from within
it is comforting
while the waves
hit my feet
and disappear
how is it the clouds
know my pain
when all the world
can do is laugh
swim to me
come back to me
with the ease of the ancients
I know your soul
it bounces off my web
and settles
in the belly of giants

tapestry

floating in the tapestry of nothing
it has touched your soul with the virus
of overwhelming darkness
i have not forgotten what it feels like
to be engulfed
in the tragic flames of hades
answer me this while you listen to the night sky
scream out it’s resistance
why can’t I
can’t i
look into my own eyes

7-11-12