POETRY MINE, ANTHOLOGY 1
The following is a small collection of poems that I've written in years gone by.  Most of the poems that appear on this page were written while I was still in highschool and have not been polished or updated.  Every once in a while I'll hammer out a new one to add here as I become inspired to do so or if someone requests that I write a poem for them.  Ah yes, I do take requests, so feel free to ask that of me if you so wish.  Ummmm...I just wanted to add that I don't have a big ego, so I can be a little self-conscious, and so in anything seen here I'm not intentionally bragging, okay?   =)  My hope is that you will enjoy the show...

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     Hearts In Jeopardy

A heart of devotion
desire
and need.
  Gets hold of a notion
  burns like fire
  a plead.
I've laid it before you
at your feet
do you see?
  I ask for your view
  feel the heat
  you love me.

Emotions get jumbled; lines get crossed
Relationships fumbled; hearts are lost
I love you so dearly.  At any price.
Wanna be with you forever.  Longer would be nice
Hold onto me, Baby.

I lock feelings into words.
   They try to escape.
Love, free as the birds.
   Unbound by red tape.
Understand my heart.
   I'll give you the world.
Would you have me depart?
   Then caution be hurled!



        Magic 'Neath Moon-Filled Skies

To get close to you, what does it take?
   For you, this heart of gold would every wish forsake.
Just to hold you close, and safe, and near.
   Witnessing your every smile, wiping away your every tear.
To stand so close to you, 'neath Moon-filled skies,
   On a starry night, gazing deep into your eyes.
I'm under your spell, there's magic in the air.
   You've enchanted me so; love this deep is so rare...

I want to look into your loving eyes,
     and hear you speak my name.
Your breath upon my shoulder as we embrace,
     you my heart which refuses to tame.
I stand, a man before you, my heart within your hand;
     oh, Dearest One, this is no game!
And if you e'er did hurt me,
     my love for you would be the same...

Oh, Sweetest Love, I love you so!
 It'd hurt too much to let you go.
Hold me now, 'cause I want you to know:
 I'm yours forever; mind, body, and soul...


                Lover's Night Part I

As I behold my lady's face and feel her breath on mine
I softly stroke her hair and think sweet thoughts of her body to entwine.

I touch your cheek and breathe your name in kisses on your neck
Then gently cup your your chin in hand and give your lips a peck.

The night is long, the moon is full
This is the night for lovers...



    Face of the Boy

I see his face when he is there
  I know his story, and I care
I know what makes him feel this way
  And I see his exploits every day

Where does he run to when time closes in
  Who does he come to when he cries in the dark
    How does he cope with what scares him most
      When does he flee the future
        Why does he come to me time and again
          What could he possibly gain from me
I don't know...but he believes in me

Find my true face
  Search deep within your heart
There it will open
  And the true love will start

The boy, he smiles
  The boy, he cries
The boy, he fears
  And I know why

Only one thing ever comes between
  The boy and I, something that's seen
One simple object, can't be much clearer
  The boundary between us, a simple mirror
That boy...is me


    Dark Locale

Watching as the stars go by
  in a darkly-lit locale
I happened upon a drunken guy
  and he was singing mighty swell.
We sat and talked and had our fill
There was hours to laugh and hours to kill
We probed the secrets of time until...

Dawn breaks...light chases away the dreams
Dreamers awake and see.
And senses overcome imagination
So sad...but still there's hope.
For tonight, the dreamers sleep once more...

     (This has to be my strangest poem yet)



The next poem requires a foreword because it is completely unlike any other I've written, focussed on an ex of mine.  This poem has a Nine Inch Nails Pretty Hate Machine feel to it and indeed has a tone & tune derivitive of that music group.  I released all of my bitterness, hurt, and anger onto the page and since then...all has been sunshine and happiness.  But a warning...these words and ideas below are stark; words that are like rusty-razored claws, so they may disturb you and I pray you won't judge me personally by them.  I should add that she never has nor ever will read this poem -- I was hurt but I'm not cruel.  On a final note...I will never write a poem in such anger again...

         HER

Her.
(For she will never read these words and be a "You")
Her love no longer sits with me, I'm just another toy.
She.
Used to run to me and I was her source of joy.
Love.
Was just my weakness, the tool she used to reel me in.
My heart still can love in innocence, but never her again.
She.
Caused me to care and lied to me, slap my face and kick my heart.
Why.
Did she have to be so cruel with kindness tear me straight apart?
Her.
Her heart will shred itself in time as she realizes her loss.
Tough.
Too bad for her, how could she think there'd be no cost?
She.
Made promises to me of body, soul, fidelity and then...
Lies.
Betrayal of the cruelest kind as others filled our bed
                                                                  her heart
                                                                      her mind.
How.
Could she think it wasn't wrong and still does not regret.
But.
She did it all still speaking love for me may the words die on her lips.
She.
Will never faithful be again and those with her will never either be.
Cursed.
She is cursed by me to only be with any such as herself.
Now.
I sit writing here releasing my rage onto the page so that...
I.
Can love another again and never feel the anguished hurt of the loss of.
Her.


    Turn The Page

Sometimes it's hard and despair crashes in.
  Even your hope ebbs away...
But do you kick right over and let death win?
  Hell no...you turn the page!

Your life is like a story, so is mine chapter and verse.
   We live out the parts and write the lines with no chance to rehearse.
      And the most that you can hope for is a happy ending.
   Keep on writing, keep on living, keep on deciding, keep on believing.
And if it looks like the story ends sadly, you turn the page.

There's always another chapter,
  or a few lines that you missed.
A couple of words you read wrong,
  some thing that got you pissed.
Sort it out deep in your mind.
Or your stubborn heart will make you blind.

When a chapter is done, you don't discard the pen.
  You don't look at the happy paragraph and declare that it's the end.
A story is written in flavors, in colors, the taste of tears.
  Where benefit lies not just in smiles, but is counted in your years.
Where did the time fly, could I really be this old?
  That question marks the thoughts of one who think their story told...

Time to turn the page.


     The Way It Has To Be For She

softly
I touch your cheek ever so
softly
that you do not feel my hand
I smell your hair and smile
but
you do not see me
I stand before you and open myself
but
you do not know me
still
I care and wish the best
for you, for myself
still
I would have you go
softly




Okay, I've changed the wording of a perhaps-well-known prayer here.  It's not exactly blashphemous since the original prayer this is based on was written by people and doesn't come from the Bible (something originally written in Greek & Hebrew wouldn't rhyme in English anyways).  Here goes:

Prayer of the Romantic

Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray for dreams of love so deep.
And if I die before I wake,
I'll thank the Lord for each heartache.
(Deep Sigh)



        My Lady, My Love

I feel My Love when times get tough,
  when she needs me and my life gets rough.
I give her the love that she needs
  and I want to show her my sweet deeds.
I hold her heart as she asks, "Why
  does it hurt sometimes as time goes by?"
Then I look into her lovely eyes...and smile...
telling her, "All will be well."

   "For love and distance do not mix,
      and in months to come, the gap we'll fix
    and bring our hearts together again;
      To take the time, our souls to mend,
    and give each other love and time,
      for this heart is yours and that is mine."

Then I brush away a soft, warm tear
   and so close My Love, My Dear.
I give you kisses on your eyes
   to bright your smile, hope, and surprise.
For in your heart, you know my soul
   And you've gone where none other could go.
So now when I speak it, you always know...
"I love you, Dear!" means it's so...it's so...


     Woman of Shadow

I've roamed the Earth a thousand times
  and walked a million miles.
I've been taken in by lust and dreams
  and kissed a million smiles.
And when it all is said & done
I can't help but think it's just begun
And where tonight is MY someone?

Heaven knows...
She's a Woman of Shadow.

I catch a glimpse 'neath streetlamps now
  of a failing memory.
And when I see her she beckons me on.
  She's such a pretty tease.
In dreams only can I touch her
  In slumber only do I feel her caress
Where does she sleep tonight?

Heaven knows...
She's a Woman of Shadow.

And when the darkness closes in
  at the end of the lonely days
I find myself wandering again
  'cross forests, hills, and bays.
Where does the light end
Where does the shadowy truth begin?

Heaven knows...
She's a Woman of Shadow.



                  You Can Cry On My Shoulder

 It's late at night and no one else is home;
 you're feeling down, so you reach for the phone.
    Baby, you can cry on my shoulder...
 And when she feels so bad
 It makes me feel so sad
    Baby, you can cry on my shoulder...
 And her smile I unveil,
 makes her bright heart set sail.
    Baby, you can cry on my shoulder...

 My friend sits and thinks, dazed & confused.
   He feels so dejected, worthless, and used.
 He calls me up and gives speech to his pain.
   His words burn like fire in my heart, in my brain.
 But I want to help so badly, that's all I wish to do.
   And my heart goes out to show him all that's true.
 Then his smile breaks out and the world's all right.
   We'll both sleep easy in our worlds tonight.
 Reaching out like that takes a risk, try to be bolder:
   'Cause hey, man, you can cry on my shoulder...

 Far across town, she won't sleep tonight.
 Fell for a guy who just seemed so right.
   He took advantage of her trust and it hurts so much,
   So she calls for the one who consoles without touch.
    Baby, you can cry on my shoulder...
   And the truth comes out, never voicing a doubt;
   As she tells me all about her presumptuous lout.
 Please give me all your pain and I'll bear it for you.
 I'll do anything I can to help you feel less blue.
    Baby, you can cry on my shoulder...

 So when it all comes down and the silence fills the air
 I stand here alone, my own problems meet my stare
 And I think real hard as I search my heart
 'Til I find that spark that makes my blues depart
 My friends are few but the ties are strong
 I've got people I can turn to when my life goes wrong
 Mostly my burdens stay my own, but I take the sting out of theirs
 They bring me all their problems, I don't meddle in their affairs
 So when I feel so blue and my world's caving in
 I remember those I helped and I smile once again
 You're the ones that make me special once more
 And for each of you, will you find my open door
 I can ne'er repay, so when your smile's getting colder:
    Anytime, anytime...you can cry on my shoulder...


   My Lover's Bard

When it is day
   and light is warm
I walk through snow
   that means no harm
Do as I can
   to make it Home
And I know that
   I'm not alone.

  She comes to me
    soft in the night
  I hear her breathe
    though she is slight
  My arms reach out
    and hold Her in
  To hold Her fast
    through thick and thin.

When Sun goes down
   the whole week long
I find myself
   waiting for dawn
Though there's some fun
   had on my own
Still I do wish
   that I were Home.

  I think of Her
    and slowly grin
  Her hair, Her eyes
    soft, deep, shining
  Her naked form
    in sweetest pose
  Comes to me each
    time my eyes close.

I smile so wide
   and write my song
So my Lover
   will feel belong
And know that I
   think of Her still
And ne'er forget
   Still come I will.

  My thoughts of you
    my Dear, my Love
  Help get me through
    with push and shove
  It may be hard
    God knows it's long
  But we'll come true
    So please be strong.

Oh, how I love you!



       INFOSIBILTY

Moment to moment what leads to the next step?
   Around each new corner or even revisiting the old?
      What will next befall you as each moment you decide?
   How will each decision affect all the rest to come?
With each second what will be held by the next?

With every second you open you mouth, you take a chance.
   Even choosing to not open it rolls the dice.
      And with every little thing you do or decide--ripples made.
   Whether you say this or do that or even refrain.
The ripples of each second touch the ripples of others.

To be seen by a stranger, you have changed their life.
   Maybe they think of you when they would have decided else.
      Maybe they meet you the next time, and memory overtakes the new.
   Ripples in their lives mingle and clash with your own.
And by something so small it seems, still the change.

And those are only the ripples of a second within a life.
   Now pull back to see the ripples of a minute and an hour.
      Then open your mind's eye to see a day, a month, and a year.
   Finally blow your mind with the thoughts of lifetimes.
I welcome you to my world...of infinite possibilities.

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