Thank you for not really caring about that.
anyhoo....
For love,
for life,
for what,
such strife?
Find me,
lift me,
love me,
kiss me,
and I swear that
I'll love you.
Profound Essay on the Subject of Strenght and Wisdom
To see one's life reduced to nothing, brought down to just a tangle of interwoven events about which nobody really cares in the long run, can be devestating, but the truly strong are not overwhelmed by it.
They thrive on the idea that, in a thousand years, no one will care or necessarily even know who they were, and the strong use that knowledge to justify their ill deeds, never stopping to apologize, because it doesn't matter in the end.
The strong are not wise.
The wise do something that will be remembered in a thousand years, they make something of themselves.
I intend to be wise, because strength is not enough.
Profound, ain't it?
The Ranks
We march daily dopwn grim corridors, a thousand pairs of feet, a million strides on polished floors, ten thousand fingers on two thousand hands.
We plod unheeding our souls' laments, still unheard complaints that none may yet decide to answer, and in torment be still trapped.
Search not for any man's true soul--it lies yet hid 'neath a grand facade, a bluff still seen as true, a lie told yet again.
We walk at constant pace, still all together gathered, all together set apart for naught but our banner's idle praise.
We march daily undirected, and though well intended, our deeds fall flat as though we had done nothing. Fall not flat in aught you do, and force direction on yourself, and so achieve a state of truth unsullied by a dark facade.
This is not a Poem
I refuse to write a poem,
and though this may seem from the blue,
I'd also like to talk with you
of works of art and metered rhyme,
of Man's true heart and Man's true crime...
ah, crap....
At Your Earliest Convenience to Forget Me
Glum pools stand in muddy ground;
I wait for you.
Chill winds blow in leafless trees;
I think of you.
Stale day fades to heartless night;
I yearn for you.
Darkness falls like a thick black snow
and I wonder why you had to go,
and in my wondering I know
I am to blame.
Cold thoughts race inside my head;
I turn from you.
Life goes on around me still;
I fly from you.
Sweet strains sound to me once more;
I forget you.
Light ascends like a fountain spray
and I do not care so much today
as I did when you first went away.
I am to blame.
Cyclically Hoping
Sunshine is here at last,
scaring off the fear at last
and I find my love is looking still for you.
What will I find today,
inside my mind today?
And I find my love is looking still for you.
Sunshine is gone away,
and take my song away,
and I find my love is looking still for you.
I know my life will stay,
if just for you, will stay
and I find my love is looking still for you.
Sunshine has come again,
I'll count the sum again,
and I'll find my love has now caught up to you.
Victorious
Oh golden wellspring,
ever-flowing
stream of light and
life and
love!
How does victory feel?
Oh silvered river,
never-slowing
stream of light and
life and
love!
Victorious cry; for love!
If time were but a boat, and all the world a sea, I would take the helm, and steer for you and me, to our time of love, and to my heart's desire, not in selfless supplication to your tenderness, but rather in selfish desire for your passion.
Wow. Lay off the romance novels, kid.
Whimsy
flimsy
fly to me!
Whimsical
Intrinsical
Cooky, crazy, nutty joy!
Be not struggling, singing, singeing, ringing
rung!
Be not falling, failing, flying, flowing
flung!
Flimsy
whimsy
run to me!
Intrinsical
Whimsical
Freaky, flighty, mighty boy!
Be not dying, trying, sighing, flying
sung!
Be not lying, crying, dying, plying
done!
Gather Round
Gather round
you flow-haired rebels
and listen to my tale.
Listen well
you dull-eyed fellows
break your haze and follow...
you try so hard to be so well
that you hardly know you live in hell,
and what do you see
when you look at me
but your own blank-faced reflection?
You live so fast
and the days fly past
and you gain a huge collection
but it's soon laid bare
and there's nothing there
and you wonder where it's gone to.
You don't stop to say
that it's gone away
and you have nothing to cling to.
Instead you get mad
or you blame your dad
or whoever's there to finger
but the truth comes out
and we all find out
that you never let it linger
so blame yourself
for your empty shelf
and cease your angry crowing.
But don't give up;
just refill that cup,
and don't you dare stop growing.
The Searcher's Tale
Search for Love,
she hides yet still,
tucks away her face to foil me.
Search for wonder,
she runs away,
hides in shadows to confuse me.
Search for you,
you stay right here,
fleeing not to make me happy.
Chrysoberyl
Chrysoberyl sunburst that carries me away,
chrysoberyl gunburst, gemstone out to play!
Chrysoberyl beauty, so captivate my mind
so that I should seek ye, mystery to find.
Should There Be
What should there be
that I with yet untested eyes may see,
and for the seeing better be?
Reject, revile,
expel, and while
the breathless throng
below you wait,
that you--so reckless--
dared to bait
with words of deeds
that foolish ear
with eager fears
would hear indeed
and all-believing heed.
Who might there live
to whom I selflessly may give,
and for the giving better live?
Encroach, invade,
and deeper wade.
This sea of life
in which you swim;
such helpless strife,
still search for Him
who brought you up
from lowered states
--mayhap He waits--
by golden cup
ever further lift you up.
Where should I go
that I becalmed in subtle glow,
should for the calming wiser grow?
Drunk and High
Getting drunk on music,
high off of you.
Elton John on headphones,
your words in my eyes.
What to say?
Please don't you ever stop
never go away
never turn your face
never run away.
Getting drunk on music,
high off of you.
Revolution
evolution,
change the world
for me girl!
What to do?
Do I dare
declare?
Do I dare?
Need
Needing you
is all I do,
and hopeful I may be.
I want you,
just want me too,
and happy shall I be
Life to Live
I've got life,
I'm living!
I've got just
a single thought
that spins around
my mind and I
am only just
a single man
alone within
my own small mind
I wander through
a wild place that
has no touch of
human life or
guiding beacon
beam and now I
need just one good
light to shine on
me and who am
I to have such
needs as bring me
near to what I
seek?
So tell me
just spill it!
Give me now
my simple glimpse
what can I say
to bring you here
and I have no
real thought of truth.
yes, i write a lot of love poetry.
yes, the vast majority of it is crap.
yes, i don't care.
aww... it censored the best part of "This is Not a Poem"
*changes*
