Poetry

Here is some of the poetry I have created over the years, a lot of which I wrote around the time I was in high school. "Her's to Endeavor  and "A Moment of Decision" are essentially the same concept, but executed with a different approach. The others...I really have no idea why I wrote them, or what was going on inside my demented brain at the time. You may notice that a couple of them are very similar to the lyrics in a couple of my songs. That is because some of those lyrics were originally derived from some of my poetry.

Her's to Endeavor

The air is fowl, the wind is racing,
The sky is hazed, the trees are shaking,
I stare at the sky, thinking and pacing,
Waiting for the time, a moment of the awakening.

I sense a disturbance, a shrewd unpleasant hate
From somewhere near by, not a mile away
It gradually gets louder, I think I’m too late
Something has gone wrong, something has seized the day

I follow the sound, in the approximate direction
Moving ever so slowly, observing my surroundings
I look ghostly pale, a dull complexion
My mind is racing, my heart starts pounding

I reach my destination, my eyes are wide open
I see a corpse, a woman so young and lifeless
A tear reaches my eyes, my heart is truly broken
Her life is no more, I’m alone and wifeless

My life is over, my future only holds strife
I will do what I must, to be with her forever
I crouch toward the ground, grab hold of the knife
The blade pierces my throat, my life is her’s to endeavor

A Moment of Decision

The sun is sleeping, the moon is bright,
The grass is swaying, something isn’t right.
I keep on looking, I have to find her,
I try to press on, though I begin to feel blinder.

I peer at the sky, god give me your help,
You must provide guidance, she can not save herself.
Just point your finger, give the approximate direction,
Present me my path, shield me from inflection.

A star grows bright, it lingers in the west,
I quickly start running, my heart pounds my chest.
I detect an uneasiness, it’s an unpleasant feeling,
My mind starts to spin, I sense something chilling.

At that very moment, something catches my vision, 
She’s about to pull the trigger, I must make my decision.
I could choose to save her, the sun would start shining,
Or I could just aid her, and leave this life behind me.

I make my decision, I decide my destiny,
I feel I must save her, for her heart lies within me.
I reach for the gun, it’s released from her grip,
I then hug her tightly, present a kiss to her lip.

She returns the favor, tears fall from her eyes,
She says she loves me, with no sign of lies.
I’ll stay with her forever, I’ll provide her with direction,
She’ll be safe within my arms, I give her my protection. 

The Welcoming Haze

As I walk through the vacant abyss of life, 
I see a tunnel with no end
I pace up and down the darkened corridor of my mind, 
ignoring what tries to stop me within

I attempt to find the light of hope at the end of the everlasting gray, 
only to find a new tunnel that leads nowhere, 
filled with nothing but empty feelings that betray

A time finally comes where I notice the glimmer of light shining through, 
the gleaming brightness of a new day
The path opens before my eyes, almost as welcoming me in, 
and I start heading that way

I stroll through the passage to eternal bliss, 
now realizing I’ve found what was long lost,
Entering through to the other side of this welcoming haze, 
I see an end to the gray

There’s a new day that opens not one path, 
but an array of endless choices I can take
This newly found bliss is what governs what I’ve long lost along the way, 
and that is the chance to start something extravagant, 
into a new dawn of light where I can sail away

My Only Request

Alone and exiled, that’s how I feel
Oh if only, this life weren’t real
I want to escape, I want to be free
I want to feel wanted, I want to feel happy

I try so much, I try every day
To free myself from, this world of decay
I push, I pull, I try to get out
Though success of escape, is something I doubt

I can no longer proceed, I can’t survive this life
I feel nothing but pain, torture, and strife
I sit in despair, tormented and sad
All the feelings I have, are nothing but bad

I slowly slip, deep, deep down
Into a painful hell, with only suffering around
Every step that I take, every breath that I breathe
I feel more and more, that I’ll never be freed

I just want to be happy, and mentally healthy
I don’t care one bit, if I’m poor or wealthy
I’ll give up everything, all that I own
Just to live a life, where I’m never alone

There’s only one, just a single request
And if I could have it, I would not need the rest
All that I ask, is to be loved
And feel like I belong, in the heavens above

Diverse Judgement

So much diversity, filled with uniqueness
So many souls, each so exclusive
Opinions are endless, so many with obliqueness
No two are equal, though some remain extrusive

Society is ever-going, transforming so willingly
Expressing endless emotions, each containing many genres
But there is one of which, it seems to be killing me
It is called judgment, and it’s violently upon us

What someone loves, another will hate
What one believes, another will disapprove
One will see the end, another sees fate
What one will brush away, the other will soothe

I will help others, while you only help yourself
When I try to open up, your mind remains closed
When I want you to express, you only keep it from thyself
I want you to understand me, but you only oppose

If only you could adapt, express a sign of support
If you could just love me, for what I’ve become
And try to be grateful, and try to exhort
I would return the favor, our bond would no longer feel numb

Imposing Belief

Imposed beliefs are those that which force us to believe what we do not desire to achieve
To believe what others cast upon our minds, to devour our conscious
Weaken our inner light of personality, to crush our one and only power of individualism
Devoured by the darkness of those that impose the teaching of that which they desire others to want to know
Ignoring beliefs of the others while disobeying the very goal which they desire to achieve
Becoming hypocritical naysayers of that which they do not know, and could never possibly comprehend
Casting their ways that set them apart from us, forcefully engrossing desires of their own needs

What shall be done to preserve the unique life which holds us within a reasonable culture of disillusioned sanity
I hereby plea to those of those deceitful ways of teaching
To compress and control their inner feelings of belief of that which they desire to be reality
Leave us out of the contraption of which you create to fulfill your inner ambitions of global consumption
Avoid washing the minds of innocents 
which beliefs of that which are fictitious representations of imaginative reality

My Gift of Love

In these trying times, of hurt, pain, and doubt
I have something inside, I feel I should let out
For not much longer, could I hold it in
It would forever, destroy me within

Have you a clue, of what I speak
Unleash yourself, come take a peak
Of what I wish, to give to you
Something so brilliant, and magical too

I present to you, the gift of true love
Its even more intense, than the heavens above
It’s an award, a present, a special prize
A rewarding feeling, that will cure all your cries 

Shall you completely decide, to accept this proposal
To return the favor, and avoid disposal
We’ll be able to join, and solemnly unite
It would truly become, the most wonderful sight

The Essence of You

The sun is gleaming, the clouds profuse
The flowers are blooming, swaying in a peaceful sooth
A portrait of beauty, sculpts this perfect view
Though there is nothing as beautiful, as the essence of you

Happy Frustration

Frustration is like dry ice,
So smoothly rough,
At highly low times.
You feel like slowly running away,
And continue stopping along the way.
Your mind so empty and crowded,
With nothing but everything that is going on.
It then quickly sneaks upon you,
That you must return where you came from,
Back to your excitingly boring home,
To live your dead life.