I used to write a poem every week
In a post timed for that Thursday
It would start with convicted words
Every week the same thing to say
“If you’re reading this; it means that I’m dead”
You can’t go wrong with a classic.
At least that’s what I knew
When he’s just bored of living
What’s a depressed boy to do?
I thought there’d be something better
Maybe not a land of pure bliss
But at least some light in a tunnel
Just something better than this
See, every Wednesday I’d delete it.
Somewhere I knew it was just a page
My story couldn’t end in collapse
It had to continue with rage
Rage for those silently at war
Plagued by petulant voices
Enduring unspeakable things
But making loving choices
Rage for those speaking up
Against their collar and chain
Throwing their grandest effort
To make heard their pain
Rage for the sick and alone
Crying at their ghosts on the wall
Begging for a chance to know
Some peace before their fall
Rage, for those who didn’t delete the note
Who couldn’t see to their next day
Crushed by the weight of the world
So much they couldn’t bear to stay
It is through luck that here I stand
With my broken brothers in the fields
As the weight of troubled past
Clamors hard against our shields
That battle will never end
It just gets driven by a reason
Mine to stand with you that suffers
So we can get through the season
Let’s put aside the land of milk and honey
And just stick to earth for awhile
I found that light I was looking for
It was at the end of your smile
Now I write a poem once a week
I try to post them on Friday
They always start with invisible words
Each week, the same thing to say
“If you’re reading this; it means that I’m alive”
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Only Human
Here we are again,
Pretending to be human
Seeing the dolls on the street
Silent faces in the sun
Why do you paint that expression?
Why do your colors always run?
As if you’re not electric noise
That got caught in some meat
Floating through our endless void
Looking to find your seat
All just pieces of a puzzle
Organized inside our skin
Scattered across desert sand
As if by someone’s whim
We separate ourselves even further
Probably because like to fear
That the guy somewhere across the world
Would be you if he landed here
Just keep on walkin’
I’ll do just the same.
After all;
We’re only human.
The Wick
I feel like a candle
Lit from within the wick
You’ll find my fire reaching out
Clawing against a waxy shell
Looking for room to breathe
And to dance upon a timely day
I often envy those whom quickly burn
From their heads and their feet
Both ends is a pretty effective way
If you’re hoping for people to see
But for all candles it ends the same;
The curse of fire will never fail
However bright we’ll just fall.
One puddle, made of wax
And just before that you find
As it breaks through its casing
That these flickers were practice
Learning to burn what I’m facing
You’ll behold grandiose performance
Built with fire, intrigue and woe
Maybe you’ll figure out why I did it
Or maybe I’m telling you now
Through that wax you can’t hear much
But -I- hear the flickers, all at once
And sometimes – they find voice
I feel like a candle
lit from within the wick
Until you come find me melting
You wouldn’t even know I’m sick
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This one is intended to be somewhat experimental from me because as anyone who’s read the rest of these posts so far know, I really like rhyming conventions – so I tried to break away from that, not completely divorce myself from it as can be seen, but just try to structure the rhythm a little differently.
Pits
Spent my life diggin’ holes
In search of buried treasure
Or maybe a tunnel to China?
Just something I could measure
Maybe a few too many
A new one every day
Finding a new spot to dig
Just again to walk away
Sometimes I hit bedrock
’cause I’d try to dig too deep
pushing through the dirt
When I should be asleep
Still no tunnel to a better life
lyin’ somewhere beneath the ground
but it’s not all wasted time
There are yet a few things I found
A shiny locket
A little spring
A forgotten coin
What even is this thing?
So I guess not really much
Has been added to my wealth
Maybe it’s just been for the fun of it?
Is that what it is to find yourself?
Turns out you won’t find much movin’ dirt
You’ll mostly get it in your face
And you’ll surely wear yourself out
Tryin’ to keep up at someone’s pace
But there are worse ways to spend your life
Hey, it’s good enough for the moles
At least there’s a lot of room to grow
If you have a garden full of holes
Count My Rings
A split mind is a lonely problem
Not much different from clouded lenses
But it obscures far more views
And doesn’t stop at the senses
The tall man broke in to my house again
Right when I was about to think
He came for blood this time
He just wanted me to drink
I cleaned up that gory scene
Of the beloved cadavers in the den
The bodies were clogging the chimney
But that was now and this is then
What will I do tonight
With the thoughts keeping me up
Wrestling that faceless intruder
I’m unable to disrupt
Another night finding the flaws
Trying to play mind detective
Scouring for gaps in search of delusion
To find which me is defective
I’ll make an appointment now
To see the actors in the day
While they go through their motions
Putting on their play
Keep up with the professional strangers
They’ve got a new message to sell
No one will teach you how to drive this thing
But boy, you better do it well
How will they know our silent rage
Will you cut us open and count our rings?
Not worth trying to understand
Really it’s just one of those things
Like the windows of cathedrals
A shattered brain could build something new
Breathtaking images in with broken glass
Loosely held together by glue
You know what? forget it for now
We’ll have problems twice the size
Just hold me ’til the world gets brighter
And these demons leave my eyes
The Tulip and the Fox
Sacred
Dogma can be found in words
Often thin as a page
But Sacred to those who believe
In the wars they wage
Collections of long forgotten rhymes
Lost rythms of joyous spring
Heavy notes of darker times
Candles flickered out in the endless night
But new tales keep being written
New songs continue to be sung
New hearts endlessly smitten
New pains constantly stung
The story true of human beings
Greater than any of our own
Our fellow us lost in eternity
Carefully bound between flesh and bone
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Dogma can be found in words
But divinity is found in us
Sacred is the story heard
Heinous is the turned eye
Not much is surely hallowed
Stories, art, they seem to be
Holding people as just the same
Sacred is what we see
So sacred to me
So sacred as you
A reason to live
Remember the day that you died
And realize how you lived
By cherishing each tick of clock’s hand
And all the hurt that it may bring
Because the silence of winter’s stand
Is why it’s so good when spring sings
By grasping all whom you love
And showing all those you may
That their warmth brought your need to leave
So you demanded that you’d stay
By embracing the venom in your veins
Like sweet wine the summer sends
Eyes brightened by the taste of the moment
With no regard for how the party ends
You made love to your mortality
Like a girl that’s way out of your league
Savoring every moment of her favor
Because you already knew she’s gonna leave
So
If you’re just dust in the wind
Then gather a storm
Let your winds tear open your comfort
Because you’ve no time to mourn
If you’re but a candle to be consumed by the dark
Then let that light grow to swallow it whole
push the threat of the cold to the horizon
And color it with the splendor of your soul
If you’re a spark in a furnace
Then listen to the rhythm of hammer swings
Accepting the blessing of unbearable heat
So you can be forged from terrible things
If you’re a memory to be forgotten
Let it be one of passion and rage
Rampaging through time like a heckled actor
Betrayed by the very promise of your stage
Dance across the unlit sky
Leave your footprints between the stars
And burn your name in to eternity
Painting the heavens with your scars
The flaw of the immortal is mediocrity
With no need to act for lack of an end
Everything to see and nothing to fear
Is just having no message to send
Plant a kiss on the jaws of death
Thanking them for the chance to prove
That competing against certain defeat
Can be the perfect reason to move
Fight with one determination
To move from the ledge and instead
You’ll just take a different leap
And if you don’t,
then you’re already dead
Defiance
The natural order is our jail.
Stuck somewhere in time and space
On a lowly forward monorail;
Just caught up in another race
To hear the cry of a soul
A thousand years after conception
Is to learn we have a tool
To reach beyond our perception
To separate ourselves from cattle
We make music from our brays
The stage of our greatest battle
Is the same as our grandest plays
Creating is our weapon
It’s how we win the fight
How we reach passed heaven
And avoid that good night
Art is our grand defiance
Not against man but fate
Without we sit in compliance
Of our inevitable state
Show the future your reflection,
So far away they may learn
That we swore rejection
Of fate trapped in urn
Write down and savor
Some tales of great valor
To make a world braver
In the face of great power
Send out your lore!
Pass down your pain!
They’ll hear your roar
Long after you’re slain
In defiance of time
Share with the rest
Your love of rhyme
Your worst and best
Be proud of your revolt
In a way it’s all you got
It’s the only record they’ll consult
Showing how hard you fought
For those yet blinded by cage
Do you yet hold rebellion?
Have you quelled your mortal rage?
When will it finally be enough?
Do you hate the songs of the morning birds
Because they wake you up?
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