Category: Poetry

Transience

Transience

The meteor streaking across the sky

Through the dwelling place of uncountable worlds

The rainbow sphere bubble that floats and flies

Tracing invisible currents as they whirl

 

The flower that is all too quick to wilt

But leaves its fragrance lingering in the air

The laughter of a child, musical lilt

Lost in the moment, joyful beyond compare.

 

Balance is best achieved in motion

But we can’t stop chasing after eternity

Never stopping to pierce the commotion

To find the truth that will make us free.

 

Sometimes in life the things most beautiful

Pass through most swiftly, that’s why they’re special.

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Best moments

Best moments

Some of my best moments are in black night

With you, dreaming of our life together

Heart overflowing with joy, overflowing with light,

Certain that I will love you forever.

 

I think fondly of the countless moments shared

The feeling of transcendence in your presence,

As if about the rest I never cared

While our hearts beat in perfect resonance.

 

Life’s trivialities falling away

One man and one woman, time standing still.

Then I wake up and am steeped in dismay;

I’ve not yet met you. Could be I never will.

 

Until that day I will struggle and serve;

I will fight to become the man you deserve.

Seeking

Seeking

I’ve been wandering for years, without a guide,
With no direction, no guiding purpose:
Just passing through life, Never feeling tied
To anything of worth. Living with no fuss

Because I didn’t care about a thing.
But now I see the world through different eyes.
Eyes that have gazed upon you. Eyes that sting
When they look away from you. Now I will fight

For you. I will do all within my power
To see the blinding light that is your smile
To make sure that not one thing will sour
Your day. And if I should fail, all the while,

I’ll be holding your hand- standing with you.
There is nothing else on earth I’d rather do.

Hold Back

Hold Back

It’s the not knowing that really gets you-
Infinite possibilities to sort-
Always wondering which of them is true,
A ship trying to dock without a port.

Not knowing what they say when you leave the room
Not knowing what they think in their mind’s eye
When they smile at you but look away too soon,
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry

And not knowing what to say to tell them
Every feeling swelling in your core
Fighting to burst out: but that’s too sudden.
Hold it back. Don’t let them see that there is more.

 

I will not disappear.

Snow smothers the hillside, icy white coat:
The chill has buried itself in my bones-
Almost like an ache-with no antidote.
I lie in bed listening to the tones

Of the city outside of my window,
Not wanting to move, to get up, go on.
Weary of the constant stumbles, I know
Will never end. Not until I am gone.

But that- that is the most important part.
We learn from every misstep, mistake.
So I pull myself from bed with all my heart
And fight for better ev’ry day I wake.

I’ll fight with ev’ry last ounce of strength, it’s true-
I am human. It’s all I can do.

The Masks We Wear

The Masks We Wear

We carve our faces out of stone
So that our hearts will follow suit.
So afraid of feeling alone,
We run to the first to recruit.
The masks we wear to recognize
Our own obscure our true faces
They make us forget- cruel disguise,
Masks of country, gods, and races-
That beneath, we are all the same.
That each of us deserves the life,
breath in our chests, blood in our veins.
In the name of masks, we cause strife.
Please, remove your masks to reveal
That humanity lies beneath.
So we can stop the hurt and heal
And share the world that’s underneath.

(Image By Tristan Nitot (standblog.org) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY-SA 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons)

Slow To Sleep

Slow To Sleep

The chill is creeping slowly into the air:

Crisp as apples hanging heavy in trees.

One cannot help but to stop and to stare

while standing still in the autumnal breeze.


Stare at the mountains clad in old forests,

Blazing with fire before their season’s sleep,

As the sun falls slowly into the west.

Soon all will seem dead, but yet do not weep:


It is nothing more than a rest well earned.

Soon the nights will grow long and dwarf the day,

Life will settle down to sleep after it burned

all summer long. Remember as all turns grey


That we are mere months from spring and rain

That brings new life, new joy we cannot contain.


(Trying out this whole soundcloud thing)