The Verse

2009-04-30T08:32:00.000-07:00

struggling, tumbling
breaking
bumbling
tripping, stumbling
gripping,
wondering.
balancing.
recovering.
standing.

stretching.
breathing... ...
Seeing, feeling.
smiling.
moving.

2009-04-30T08:29:00.000-07:00

Lying here, trying here
to be something
to be strong
a grounding foundation
something to build upon.

not so easy as it sounds.
to put ones own feelings on hold
to help another
with feelings untold.

struggle and break
to love and make
this thing once beautiful
again

its less about myself
than it has ever been.
and lost in this
i am

2009-01-03T11:43:00.000-08:00

the path less traveled

beaten by few feet

barely seen,

only really felt.

trudging up, and through

arms, guarding my face

as the trees try

to turn me back.

Suddenly, a break

light ahead, i think

maybe a reprieve?

but only, i see

i'm right back on the main road.

again i went.

walking in circles.

head down, i head on

up the road,

defeat in my eyes

i cry out, "where is my guide?!"

Day

2008-12-23T22:35:00.001-08:00

twinkling rhyming, moon beams shining

replacing, in a way

the light, of the former, day.

through blackness of night, faint stars turn bright

to shake away,

the dust of day.

beloved ties, heartfelt made, under night skies

hold tight, even

through light of day.

2008-12-23T22:31:00.000-08:00

starlight, star-bright,

first star i see tonight

light the way

guide my sight

i wish i may

i wish i might

break from this mess

escape from this night

my wish

oh this night

2008-12-23T22:27:00.000-08:00

unsure steps

tentative, ness

moving on slower

less

not so much as before

but a little more careful

stress

not too much or

a break will occur

loss

the start of it all

2008-12-20T17:31:00.000-08:00

hooray sadness, aloneness

the feeling of a soloist

climbing alone, no rope to secure

if i slip, or miss my next hold

a long fall down

it will be

so i must press on

reach and

move up

until.

slip...

2008-12-20T17:27:00.000-08:00

screaming, not an option

opting instead for

writing and screaming

in my head

wishing to be done

to move on

or maybe to just move away

to go beyond this

this that i've done

chosen

and missed

again its this

this choice

this mistaken bliss

nobody's fault

my own it is

for again i've given

far too much

exhausted.

emotionally, physically

mentally,

i'm done.

2008-12-02T09:03:00.000-08:00

Finger's fall heavily upon the keys, the old typewriter reaches its end and is slammed back into place. Page after page is released from the typewriters metallic grasp and lands upon the growing pile on the floor. Hardly aware of the goings on around him he continues on page after page, writing ceaselessly.

If ever you wonder

that this world has gone under

take one look

at your receipt book

and think what has your dollar

gone towards this morrow

for unbeknownst it seems to you

your spending is your true voting

and true revelation to your awareness

if and when

you look and realise this

think and maybe than

things will make a little more sense

like how can so many die in poverty,

whilst we live so richly

looking at our lives

we call them gifts,

and prophecy

that God has given us this

but if than that this is true

what are we now to do

supposedly we should give,

and give a lil we do

but if we gave alot

what do we think would happen?

our first thought.

we'd not have enough

but what if our statement of we

extended beyond ourselves

what if we actually bring them into our family photo

than what....

now we don't have enough....

the they disappears

replaced by we and a longing to see

the wrongs in our lives fixed

by voting with our money

2008-11-22T00:25:00.000-08:00

Not sure of why he stands

consciousness upon his hands

He stares whilst gripping only air

the sun setting before

highlights clouds coming with more

rain to fill the void

hopefully he thinks,

cleansing it will bring

to the craziness that is his mind

but alas it seems

that cleansing only brings

a revisiting of lonlier times

2008-11-22T00:18:00.000-08:00

sadly sitting, waiting wishing

hoping to see something new

tired and lost

feeling tossed up

now falling down

i drift anew

atop this boat

an old canoe

down the river

float i do

in wonder

in tirelessness i ponder

2008-11-02T21:07:00.000-08:00

when i look at her i see the future

but i don't know what that means

i'm the master of inaction

or so it seems

looking to tomorrow for eternity

i lack the strength to truly see

the good that has been placed

in front of me

2008-11-02T19:31:00.000-08:00

one step, all it takes

forward moving

wake

wake from the stupor

the walking slumber

and purpose

move on

maybe to slip

maybe to fall

but in the end

to reach out

for something

or.

continue on

sleeping whilst awake

moving purposelessly across

the plain of life

maybe riskless

but gainless as well

for to step

is to dare

to dare

is to risk

and possibly to fall,

but to continue on

to dust off

move forward

to seek and to live,

to learn and to brave

this world

2008-11-02T14:42:00.000-08:00

Lord i sit here

torn between and looking through

sit with me

wait with me

staring around looking for

nothing but

something more

hopefully left

but still everything

is in my head

i run away

try to forget

but only come up

with damn regret

management of feelings follows

and flows down

and out

swallow

it down ease it out

but only in

the smallest of amounts

Lord change this heart

make it ease

i hope and wish

that over thinking would cease

2008-10-29T23:05:00.001-07:00

words escape me

as i sit and punch these keys

rhythmless boring

steaming, now snoring

hoping to unload something

from this full mind

lately it seems

to escape me

the ability

to write my feelings

good stories

not so much a release

at this moment

2008-10-26T18:46:00.000-07:00

The blowing wind and falling rain create a soundtrack to my wandering

I seek nothing, yet everything follows me

hoping i think

for so little i want

but as for hope i don't enough

seeing only as far, as the shadow cast

before me i follow its wake

never once looking outside,

outside the box

outside the boundary

supposedly set

but only by me

limits on nothing

i search for everything

in one thing

New

2008-10-26T18:43:00.000-07:00

I haven't really written any poetry in quite awhile so I decided to start this. I will hopefully be either splitting my time posting here or on my stories blog. Enjoy and thanks for reading.