The water running red with blood
a broken body in the mud
Remnants of tattered wings were there
an angel, fallen from the air
When the hubris of man reaches dizzying height
It ends an angel's quiet flight
When man hates life and wears a frown
it brings the angels crashing down
When human dreams exceed the sky
the angels die.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Letting Down a Friend
I couldn't say what I wanted to say
Instead I let you walk away
The irritation was in your voice
I guess I must have made the wrong choice
But how I say it matters to me
because you matter, don't you see
I'm trying to extract foot from mouth
but fear our friendship may have gone South
It started with a phonecall from Ouray
When I didn't say what I wanted to say
Instead I let you walk away
The irritation was in your voice
I guess I must have made the wrong choice
But how I say it matters to me
because you matter, don't you see
I'm trying to extract foot from mouth
but fear our friendship may have gone South
It started with a phonecall from Ouray
When I didn't say what I wanted to say
Crusade
This one has been stewing for a few hours now. It think I'm happy with it, and it's dedicated to anyone that's had to stiffen their upper lip.
*****
I have another shadow that no one wants to see.
It hides inside the darkness, just waiting there for me
to lower my guard and take down my wall,
that it may trip me up, make me stumble. Fall.
Speaking to me inside dream and nightmare
asking dark questions and laying me bare,
this shadow is tenacious and attacks all my sense.
The burden it casts upon me is immense.
An angel took my hand, a lovely bringer of the light
But her wings, they were not strong enough, and she could not take flight.
"I'm sorry," she said, fleeing, and left me alone
to battle the shadow, once more, on my own.
"No matter," I said, as I willed myself strong.
"I could use the mental workout. It's been my fight all along."
The war has always been there, with its clamor and din.
It's been raging for ages, and it's one I will win.
*****
I have another shadow that no one wants to see.
It hides inside the darkness, just waiting there for me
to lower my guard and take down my wall,
that it may trip me up, make me stumble. Fall.
Speaking to me inside dream and nightmare
asking dark questions and laying me bare,
this shadow is tenacious and attacks all my sense.
The burden it casts upon me is immense.
An angel took my hand, a lovely bringer of the light
But her wings, they were not strong enough, and she could not take flight.
"I'm sorry," she said, fleeing, and left me alone
to battle the shadow, once more, on my own.
"No matter," I said, as I willed myself strong.
"I could use the mental workout. It's been my fight all along."
The war has always been there, with its clamor and din.
It's been raging for ages, and it's one I will win.
Dreams Take Flight
It's been awhile.
*****
I want someone to hold
A heart to kiss my soul
A hand to grasp mine tightly
To keep it warm. Daily. Nightly.
I'm good with being on my own
But it'd be nice to have a home
and someone I can come home to.
And I'm left wondering if it might be you.
*****
Oranges, reds, and violets paint the sky
The clouds roll in, then pass me by
A single star it twinkles there
Alone, I'm waiting in the cold, cold air.
Take my hand and come with me.
Open my heart and help me to see,
all the colors of the quiet night,
and join me as our dreams take flight.
*****
I want someone to hold
A heart to kiss my soul
A hand to grasp mine tightly
To keep it warm. Daily. Nightly.
I'm good with being on my own
But it'd be nice to have a home
and someone I can come home to.
And I'm left wondering if it might be you.
*****
Oranges, reds, and violets paint the sky
The clouds roll in, then pass me by
A single star it twinkles there
Alone, I'm waiting in the cold, cold air.
Take my hand and come with me.
Open my heart and help me to see,
all the colors of the quiet night,
and join me as our dreams take flight.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Walls
Author's note: I'm not sure I like this one. Then again, my page does say there will be mixed results. Feel free to let me know what you think.
*****
*****
Walls of stone protected
Safe from being rejected
Impenetrable was the fortress
Impervious to harm
Walls of stone came down
Against the wishes of the crown
Exposed to great duress
Willingly disarmed
Walls are broken now
The king's head slowly bows
His subjects are a mess
He failed them in this test
Safe from being rejected
Impenetrable was the fortress
Impervious to harm
Against the wishes of the crown
Exposed to great duress
Willingly disarmed
The king's head slowly bows
His subjects are a mess
He failed them in this test
Friday, January 4, 2013
Like It
Author's note: I wrote the following awhile ago in the field, after meeting someone whose company I greatly enjoy. After much thought, and letting the little voice have its say, I decided to tell it to shut its yap and let me enjoy this feeling that I thought was gone.
Sometimes, I hate to say, it pays to listen to the little voice. Still, I think it was worth it. And at least I'll always have my old muse.
*****
My heart skips a beat when you are near and my pulse races. I feel my skin grow warm in your presence and I hear myself think, "Is this something new?"
And then "he" reminds me. The voice that knows me best. It reminds me of who I am and what is meant to be.
"No," he says. "No."
It is simple and painful, but it's the truth. And while I feel elation, deep down in my heart, I know that the voice is right.
I am not meant for this. I am not deserving of some of life's little joys: the smell of sweet hair, the touch of a soft hand, the warmth of lips that match up with mine.
I will be alone.
And I will learn to like it.
Sometimes, I hate to say, it pays to listen to the little voice. Still, I think it was worth it. And at least I'll always have my old muse.
*****
My heart skips a beat when you are near and my pulse races. I feel my skin grow warm in your presence and I hear myself think, "Is this something new?"
And then "he" reminds me. The voice that knows me best. It reminds me of who I am and what is meant to be.
"No," he says. "No."
It is simple and painful, but it's the truth. And while I feel elation, deep down in my heart, I know that the voice is right.
I am not meant for this. I am not deserving of some of life's little joys: the smell of sweet hair, the touch of a soft hand, the warmth of lips that match up with mine.
I will be alone.
And I will learn to like it.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Noble Stars
Author's Note: This is a compilation of writings from 12/5 - 12/12, written while I was in the RCA field. I enjoyed writing them (except for "Noble", which woke me up at 05:30 and had to be written down immediately - what a dick), and I hope that you enjoy reading them.
*****
"Star"
Moonlight casts a gentle halo around your head, a small hint of your true nature, glowing in the evening. A million stars smile down upon you and each of them wishes you sweet dreams.
Lost among their shining whispers is my voice, telling you to sleep soundly and with a smile upon your face. For there is nothing in heaven or on earth that compares to the splendor that is you.
And I know that they hold a secret - for when the stars wish you sweet dreams, they really hope that in your slumber you would come and join them, for only then could they say that truly the brightest star was finally among them.
And by your mere presence, somehow, they all would shine just a little bit brighter.
-----
"Whisper"
I barely heard your voice, but the merest whisper was enough. Simply hearing you brought about the image of your smiling face, and though the day was cold my heart grew warm.
The simple sound of your voice is like the springtime, and all that is cold within me melts when you whisper.
-----
"Close My Eyes"
At night I lay down and close my eyes. I smile a silly little smile as I think of you doing the same.
At least we have that much in common.
-----
"Rock"
I will never tell you how I feel because the thought of what I could lose terrifies me. Cowardice makes the prospect of "never was" more appealing than "was" and my lips, like a sprung bear trap, clamp tightly shut when I'm around you.
I'm conflicted. Caught between the rock of fear and the hard place of what could be. If only I spoke up. If only.
-----
"You"
If I were a king, my kingdom would be grey without you.
If I were a rich man my money would be worthless if you weren't there.
If I were a strong man my arms would go weak without you.
But I am just a man. Alone.
Without you.
-----
"Writing"
Sometimes I don't know what I want to write. I start writing anyway to see what might happen. Sometimes, while doing this, you come into my thoughts. When this happens it doesn't matter what I write or if it's even good - I have a smile on my face.
-----
"Care"
Like a firefly in the summer air, you float through life, radiating a beauty and light that is unique and rare. Your bright eyes and childlike smile cannot be captured and put in a jar, for much like the firefly, if they were, they would die.
This writing doesn't make sense. It had a point and I completely lost it. But it's being written as I think of you, so I really don't care.
-----
"Noble"
A princess is loved for her royal birth
A queen because of her rule
*But I love you simply because of your worth
I love you for being you
(*Alternate version has the preceding two lines as follows: "But most women are not born of noble worth/We just love you for being you" - Just an FYI because I couldn't pick between which one I liked better. By the way, the flow of the rest of the poem changes in these next few verses)
No need for fineries, crowns, or jewels to
beautify your face
Your eyes and lips and
the smile you share will
quicken my heart's pace.
Don't cover your face with
a gossamer veil like
a princess of the East
Don't look down your nose
like a Western queen
expecting men to bow at
your feet.
Just be yourself - that much
will do
No need to act elite
For the simple loveliness
of you
will make anyone's heart skip
a beat
*****
"Star"
Moonlight casts a gentle halo around your head, a small hint of your true nature, glowing in the evening. A million stars smile down upon you and each of them wishes you sweet dreams.
Lost among their shining whispers is my voice, telling you to sleep soundly and with a smile upon your face. For there is nothing in heaven or on earth that compares to the splendor that is you.
And I know that they hold a secret - for when the stars wish you sweet dreams, they really hope that in your slumber you would come and join them, for only then could they say that truly the brightest star was finally among them.
And by your mere presence, somehow, they all would shine just a little bit brighter.
-----
"Whisper"
I barely heard your voice, but the merest whisper was enough. Simply hearing you brought about the image of your smiling face, and though the day was cold my heart grew warm.
The simple sound of your voice is like the springtime, and all that is cold within me melts when you whisper.
-----
"Close My Eyes"
At night I lay down and close my eyes. I smile a silly little smile as I think of you doing the same.
At least we have that much in common.
-----
"Rock"
I will never tell you how I feel because the thought of what I could lose terrifies me. Cowardice makes the prospect of "never was" more appealing than "was" and my lips, like a sprung bear trap, clamp tightly shut when I'm around you.
I'm conflicted. Caught between the rock of fear and the hard place of what could be. If only I spoke up. If only.
-----
"You"
If I were a king, my kingdom would be grey without you.
If I were a rich man my money would be worthless if you weren't there.
If I were a strong man my arms would go weak without you.
But I am just a man. Alone.
Without you.
-----
"Writing"
Sometimes I don't know what I want to write. I start writing anyway to see what might happen. Sometimes, while doing this, you come into my thoughts. When this happens it doesn't matter what I write or if it's even good - I have a smile on my face.
-----
"Care"
Like a firefly in the summer air, you float through life, radiating a beauty and light that is unique and rare. Your bright eyes and childlike smile cannot be captured and put in a jar, for much like the firefly, if they were, they would die.
This writing doesn't make sense. It had a point and I completely lost it. But it's being written as I think of you, so I really don't care.
-----
"Noble"
A princess is loved for her royal birth
A queen because of her rule
*But I love you simply because of your worth
I love you for being you
(*Alternate version has the preceding two lines as follows: "But most women are not born of noble worth/We just love you for being you" - Just an FYI because I couldn't pick between which one I liked better. By the way, the flow of the rest of the poem changes in these next few verses)
No need for fineries, crowns, or jewels to
beautify your face
Your eyes and lips and
the smile you share will
quicken my heart's pace.
Don't cover your face with
a gossamer veil like
a princess of the East
Don't look down your nose
like a Western queen
expecting men to bow at
your feet.
Just be yourself - that much
will do
No need to act elite
For the simple loveliness
of you
will make anyone's heart skip
a beat
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