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“Waves”

The frozen waves of this concrete sea
Bear me so softly away from you—
Separate, unchanging, this gentle
Broken line of dirt and rock,
Sand and stone and

How I wish we could be together!
How pointless it all seems,
This pain, this separation.
With each rise, each fall,
Each wave,

Each breath I take,
The distance grows,
You’re a little farther away,
And when will I find you
Again? Tell me—

Why does this
Frozen sea seem to move
So swiftly? How will you
Remember me, once I am
Gone? Or

Will you simply slip back into
Dreams of shattered nights
And twilight, waking
Memories of days you’ve
Yet to spend? If I come

Back to you with
Years between us, will you still
Be the same? Will I fall into
Your sweet electric embrace
The same old way? Or

Will I find that
You and I have become
Disjointed, awkward, and
In the end we’ll split apart
And go

Our own ways?
But that cannot be—
For there is no path that,
In the end, does not lead
Back to you.

“Revel”

 

i know what secrets lie in your quiet eyes
and wait for spring to come
i know that lull of peace, the lure of lies
that make you watch the sun

rise beyond your understanding
past your futile grasp of words
the image flashes by unseen
the warning sleeps and goes unheard

just like a fire in the night,
the shadows dance upon your door
and when you rise to meet the call
they’ll leave you wondering what you’re for

cities rise, and powers fall
history runs its looping track
and when it reaches the beginning-
you just might find what you once lacked

Pulled The Trigger

Well this is a poem i wrote not too long ago, just finished actually…

You Might As Well Have Pulled The Trigger
the constant teasing
always trying to be pleasing
drastic measures
showing off treasures
grinding others into dirt
making them bloody and hurt
crushing their dreams
drowning them in teary streams
all the pain
the feeling of hatred
of unwanted
never feeling good enough
or having cool enough stuff
mocked everyday
strength tested in every way
crushing them
never letting them win
constantly making them feel so small
and what’s the point of it all?
is it just something to do?
or does it make you feel better about you?
why does it make you so sicky happy
to see others so full of misery?
does seeing their running tears
help cure your pathetic fears?
and as each passing second goes by
their cheeks becoming wetter and wetter
you laugh cruelly to yourself
feeling all the more better
you take so much pride
in watching people scream and hide
as they crumble in their sadness
driven to insanity and madness
thinking only of yourself, with the constant taunts
just to fulfill your pathetic wants
after all, what does it matter to you if they’re hurt?
to you they’re nothing but a speck of dirt
but just remember
by making yourself bigger
you might as well have pulled the trigger

A Salute to the Land

The young veteran walks the old streets,
Looking blindly for those he used to meet,
Ten years imprisoned in cursed Vietnam,
While his old friends hold sweet life in their palm,
Ten years lost and only pain gained,
For the time gone he is only shamed.

Wife left after year five,
Believing half-way that her love had surely died,
The old home foreclosed in a state of decay,
Taxes piled up and hundreds of bills to pay,
His identity itself left defiled,
His happy return is his own denial.

The draft pulled him from life,
And the war made him see the grim reaper’s scythe,
Tough times and a sorrowful capture,
He was one of the lucky ones: who avoided an early Rapture,
He knew all he had to is hold on to go home,
Gladdened by the sight of his fellow soldiers roam.

He climbed to the mountains and screamed at the sky,
But then he looked down from the height to spy,
The America his service had saved and thus he saluted the land.

Silence

Wrote this for My Ex… but I still like it, so…. yeah…

your breathing once filled me, its rise and its fall
that rhythm has left me, i cant hear its call
without you here by me, there’s just empty motion
the moments drift by without aim or intention

this night has no ending, the days have lost track
the lamplight is cold, its your warmth that i lack
still searching for meaning, there’s no resting place
the quiet is restless and fills in your space

lovers are empty without one another
only my thoughts of you keep me together
stumbling through life and its lingering dark
the silence here opens and pulls me apart

glimmers of you cannot last me out here
i need you, need every last inch of you near
you live in my thoughts, but that’s far away still
time echoes inside me but i’m never filled

your peace has gone cold and i am left searching
the dawn is a threat that is too long in coming
alone here again with the ache of my heart
the silence here opens and pulls me apart

without you this silence will tear me apart

Story in Progress

Hello everyone,

This is what I have written, thus far. Please comment and let me know what you think. I will use all feedback I can to better my writing. Thank you in advance for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One (Progression)

Click on the link above to download a copy (in .rtf format – opens in Word) of my story.

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C’est la vie

Its time to enjoy, embark in the new,
with actions of love and craze.
No thoughts to second guess what we do,
of loving life in these days.

Pushing away the vibes that hold us down,
free your hands and let grow,
to witness the beauty that’s all around,
and let it through you forever flow.

Nyalic

Will to Win

In the recent past, I’ve been involved in some conversations about largely various and vastly interesting subjects. Those included quantum physics and quantum mechanics, our known universe’s origins, fate opposing the choice of a destiny, religious views, and of course, politics. With these discussions, I’ve come to a decision I needed to make for quite some time. I believe that each and every human mind is incredibly complex. We’ve discovered patterns in certain areas of the brain observable via measuring electrical signal strength and frequency in these areas, but this is only the tip of the iceberg. I am astounded at the seemingly limitless capabilities of the human mind. My decision, although it seems rather simple in design, is as unique as each individual. I will never cease to push my mind to its absolute limits. I honestly believe that I’ll never find those limits, and that if somehow I were to do so one day, it would serve as a bit of a reward for my efforts.

I am not, however, trusting to hope with this idea. Surgically complex methods of breaking down the whole of an issue into manageable parts, analyzing them, and re-building the issue accompanied with a resolution will be utilized as a method for problem solving. This generates knowledge within the mind.

People learn from their mistakes. We also learn from our successes. The reality is, we learn from every second and every fleeting moment of our existence. I am alive, therefore I learn. I learn, therefore I grow. This brings my discussion to the point of failure, as it applies to the learning process. I have witnessed time and again the tragedy that is the person who did not stand up after getting knocked down, the one that quit just before reaching the top, the person that let go and fell because they stopped believing in themselves. Each and every time, without a single instance of deviation, success was knocking at the door, just one more step, one more reach above the head, one more mile, one more trial, another breath, another friendly and encouraging word, another try, and another chance beyond.

My decision is to get up – every single time. I know I am capable and that the sole reason for many failures in my past has been my choices. If I can see (with my mind’s eye, not the optical sensory organ alone) some of these things, I can begin to understand them. However, the leap of faith here is to make choices that I cannot necessarily see at times. This is where I have faltered in the past. This is where I will succeed in the future. We must all combat fear. My choice is to build the tools necessary to beat it at will.

BLADOB

Afraid

What do you think when youre alone in the dark
of no more sunny days and picnics in in the park?
I can feel you fading, into the hole where i used to be
I didnt do enough when the signs I could see
I know where youre going and its going to hurt
It scares me to think where you are and how youll feel
You arent there anymore, you eyes are empty
Your mind is black and you might not be back
Every thought is up to you.
You will choose to live or die,
in the coldest and blackest place in your mind
You will be challenged in every way
You will have to fight every single day
Im so sorry that i cant be there with you
Im so sorry that you have to feel the hell that you do
Please fight i promise it will get better
Please dont give up

6.24.2009

When it leads me

Where it drives me

Then it pulls me

Even withdraws me

My heart is in almost utter control, but I am unafraid.p7050182

I want something; it is yearning

When I need something; it is thirsting

If I think of something; it is pondering

And when I am bold, it will glow with me

Ultimately it is the life force in parallel stride  with the brain

When one wants nothing other than the run away

The other pulls it back to reality.

If the other were to advance on a rampage

The opposite will sane thought encourage.

For this balance I am grateful,

Yet periodically disregarding.

I have found myself listening solely to my passion,

And I have woken to find my logic taking full hold.

It is the times during which is becomes more than necessity that they coincide in decisions

The times when it is apparently obvious that the delicate balance must be maintained and embraced.

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