"Oh RACKET! Oh BROKEN BONES! Oh calumnies of every worth and order! You abused my mind and body, you stretch my soul upon the rack of heartache. You bring me low and make me humble. To thee I cannot but offer a single call, a lone and ironic accusation, and that is of my love. For though by thee I am made dust, by thee I am made human. The pains of my crumbled bones remind me thus, that I am mortal, such is my fortune that I would not become too prideful in my short triumphs. Thus to pain and suffering I bow my head most reverently, and FIGHT to BITTER end to keep them safe. For naught to my heart is more daunting, than those who seek to better man, and make him less aware. Such platitudes of weakness shall debase us and our kin, and over such I would embrace the homliest of homes. Give me bitter poison before thou dost fill my blood with morphynic death of mind. I shall rather die a bitter soul, than live on live on without one."
-Castle Woods
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Pit stop on the "Quest"
Hello Worldly readers, I am currently in Virginia/Washington D.C. staying with my uncle on this dubious adventure my mother has chosen to entitle "My Quest for College", she has always had a knack for the theatrical, but if you know me well then you will have already been aware of this.
Let me start by saying my uncle is a millionaire, in no exaggerated terms. His basement is nearly if not as big as my house, and he keeps a Mustang Cobra stashed inside of his garage which he never drives (ok its actually his son-in-laws but we all know whose money bought it, if I were him there would definitely be some midnight joy rides going on [and who knows? Maybe there is.]) He also has supremley awesome taste in pets (three dogs) and hobbies (Firearms, oh yes, I mean guns!) I am trying to arrange time for us to go to the NRA range sometime this trip so I can shoot his laser sighted Glock (Oh yes, I said GLOCK). Mwhahahahaaha!
........
Anybeans...
Today I have been helping my sister move into her apartment near her College Campus of American University for her final year of undergraduate enslavement, where she goes from her I know not the slightest, but I can hardly keep my own life in perspective so I doubt she is counting on me to manage her's. She has surprisingly little stuff to be moved so basically I have been lazying around and doing trivial things like reading "Common Sense", if you don't know what that is you have none. :P
I leave for my final destination the day after tomorrow I do so believe and will arrive in the Grande Paum on the 23rd. Then I will get to move myself into my own apartment, with the help of my other, less affluent but still supremley awsome uncle who lives on Long Island. Apparently he owns a cockatiel that can sustain relevant conversation, so that should be fun.
After that school starts the 27th, still weird to think that its here and I'm actually not in high school anymore. But I'm sure it will be very real as I walk into the Empire State building wednesday morning. But hey, I ramble. I'll close with wishing all those reading this the best of health and the blessings of our Almighty Lord. I hope to see you all soon.
Pax et Amor!
Let me start by saying my uncle is a millionaire, in no exaggerated terms. His basement is nearly if not as big as my house, and he keeps a Mustang Cobra stashed inside of his garage which he never drives (ok its actually his son-in-laws but we all know whose money bought it, if I were him there would definitely be some midnight joy rides going on [and who knows? Maybe there is.]) He also has supremley awesome taste in pets (three dogs) and hobbies (Firearms, oh yes, I mean guns!) I am trying to arrange time for us to go to the NRA range sometime this trip so I can shoot his laser sighted Glock (Oh yes, I said GLOCK). Mwhahahahaaha!
........
Anybeans...
Today I have been helping my sister move into her apartment near her College Campus of American University for her final year of undergraduate enslavement, where she goes from her I know not the slightest, but I can hardly keep my own life in perspective so I doubt she is counting on me to manage her's. She has surprisingly little stuff to be moved so basically I have been lazying around and doing trivial things like reading "Common Sense", if you don't know what that is you have none. :P
I leave for my final destination the day after tomorrow I do so believe and will arrive in the Grande Paum on the 23rd. Then I will get to move myself into my own apartment, with the help of my other, less affluent but still supremley awsome uncle who lives on Long Island. Apparently he owns a cockatiel that can sustain relevant conversation, so that should be fun.
After that school starts the 27th, still weird to think that its here and I'm actually not in high school anymore. But I'm sure it will be very real as I walk into the Empire State building wednesday morning. But hey, I ramble. I'll close with wishing all those reading this the best of health and the blessings of our Almighty Lord. I hope to see you all soon.
Pax et Amor!
Friday, August 8, 2008
An actual blog
So I guess I'm supposed to start blogging...now that I have a blog and all, and I find myself at a loss for words. What is it that I am supposed to go about writing in said blog...eh?
Well...I guess I'll start with current and upcoming events. In less than two weeks I'm going to be living in New York city for basically the next four years of my life. Kind of crazy, but then again knowing me I guess this should be expected. I still have no idea what I'm doing with my life, but I'm hoping that God reveals that particular little piece of information to me at The King's college. Praying too...really praying. On the subject of prayer, you should all give a shout out to Jesus for our very own Lo Barizzle, because she is competing in a national dive competition in Houston, Texas. If she hasn't dived already she is soon and I'm certain she is taking ass and kicking names as I type. Woot woot! LoL.
What else to write eh? This next week is going to be party crazy, I have like three planned out already and who knows how many more or going to be scheduled. We're all leaving so the IB 2008 folks are getting together for one last shebang. Its going to be kind of sad. Hmmm...
Bah, Piper doesn't get back from her vacation until the 16th. Giving us four days to hang out before I leave, which royally sucks. I've been missing her like crazy. (Piper is my girlfriend, for all those who aren't already in the know)
So...hmmm...thats my first true bloggity blog blog. Was it any good? I guess you all should decide. Ummm...read and comment my poetry folks. Because it makes me smile. haha. Alright I'll be seeing you all on the other side. Stay wizard. Peace.
Well...I guess I'll start with current and upcoming events. In less than two weeks I'm going to be living in New York city for basically the next four years of my life. Kind of crazy, but then again knowing me I guess this should be expected. I still have no idea what I'm doing with my life, but I'm hoping that God reveals that particular little piece of information to me at The King's college. Praying too...really praying. On the subject of prayer, you should all give a shout out to Jesus for our very own Lo Barizzle, because she is competing in a national dive competition in Houston, Texas. If she hasn't dived already she is soon and I'm certain she is taking ass and kicking names as I type. Woot woot! LoL.
What else to write eh? This next week is going to be party crazy, I have like three planned out already and who knows how many more or going to be scheduled. We're all leaving so the IB 2008 folks are getting together for one last shebang. Its going to be kind of sad. Hmmm...
Bah, Piper doesn't get back from her vacation until the 16th. Giving us four days to hang out before I leave, which royally sucks. I've been missing her like crazy. (Piper is my girlfriend, for all those who aren't already in the know)
So...hmmm...thats my first true bloggity blog blog. Was it any good? I guess you all should decide. Ummm...read and comment my poetry folks. Because it makes me smile. haha. Alright I'll be seeing you all on the other side. Stay wizard. Peace.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Concerning all that you see below
Alright, so everything below this is the accumulation of three years worth of poetry. Read it, critique it, pick out your favorites. Rave, Flame, anything you do so choose to do. I want to know you're opinion. I moved it from myspace because the setup there made it a chore to see them all. But now you can, from 2005 to present day. The oldest ones being at the bottom with the more mundane "Poetry" titles. (Hey it got rediculous as I realized just how many poems there were). But please let me know what you think. Thanks a Bajillion and two!
Oh and also I am sure to post a lot more poetry in the coming years, those will have their own posts. and i'll probably blog about my life. So, read if you're bored. haha, peace.
Oh and also I am sure to post a lot more poetry in the coming years, those will have their own posts. and i'll probably blog about my life. So, read if you're bored. haha, peace.
AHAHAHA! Thats the last of it folks!
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
We are
We are human.
We are two halfs.
We are Love and We are anger.
We are Strength and We are weakness.
We are tears.
We are cries...of pleasure and of pain.
We are pure.
We are corrupt.
We are sons and daughters.
We are wives and husbands.
We are light.
We are shadows.
We are everything
We are nothing.
But make no mistake, ye beasts and doers of the dark.
Though we are flawed, though we are broken, though we are the antithesis of each other and the catalysts of our own destruction. There is one fact that is certain.
We ARE.
And thus shall we continue, until this world is unmade, and the very fabric of this universe is unraveled.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Moving.
Do you think one flower knows its neighbors?
Could it be a grain of sand, loves its many brothers?
And how then, can they stand, when lonley winds come
And wisk them off to lonley places.
To see new things, and meet new friends.
Does life go on?
We'll see.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Effigy to life
How inconsiderate of me
To breathe fresh air, when dead men have no such pleasure
And let the wind whip my tattered hair
You would think that I know better.
We are alive, in this forgotten world, forgotten time.
But do we truly live?
Is each day of dying worth a dime?
Or would it be better, better, better...
To leap from soaring heights, and live for one last rhyme.
Monday, June 23, 2008
To no music
Take my hand and close your eyes
Move your feet, enjoy the ride
We're gonna find world tonight and lose it
We're gonna dance to no music.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
We are here to live
Poetry is fun. But sometimes just writing what your thinking is so much more appealing. Not to mention a hell of a lot easier. You try finding a poetic device that expresses every concept that flits through your head and tell me it ain't a bitch.
Its nice to write though, to let every ounce of feeling just flow through my fingertips...like every single key is a car and my hands are like giant mallets pounding away. The ultimate stress relief. I could write about anger, about lust, about love. I could write about my problems my pain or my relief. But mostly I just want to write about this feeling or...reality, or quasi-supernatural experience of sitting back and just...existing. For just a moment forgetting all the questions and the answers, who needs them? You lie back...you stop thinking, and you let your body do its living thing, and you just exist. No worries, no plans, no solutions...just...be.
And its amazing. I mean not in a traditional sense, like your problems are still there and this doesn't make them any easier to deal with, you still have to work hard to survive to see the next blissful moment of un-adulterated existence. But the moment exists. For the piece out of eternity, you are eternity, just a concious awareness of the gift of life. Its pulls you out of that deep dark hole and gives you your bearings on just where you are in this crazy world.
We are a lost people. And I think its because some where along the way, somebody forgot to look down at their own hands...move their fingers, blink their eyes, wiggle their toes...and think "Holy shit! That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!". We just take life for granted sometimes, we take everything for granted, even our own existence. I think thats sad...and I pray every night that one day, some how, we're going to get it. That we are going to see the light, and come out on the other side, still with our problems, still with pain and death and darkness, but also with a sense of rightness, and a sense of peace in the knowledge that we are alive...and we are here to live.
Painting walls.
If my life is a blank wall
And your love is a brush
Could we paint this room red tonight?
If our choices are the colors we paint
And its just you and me
Why shouldn't we go color crazy?
Why don't we hold hands?
Over one brush.
And paint these walls with love tonight?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Broken Tear
It ends on the floor.
A puddle, no more,
It came from above,
Off a chin where it dove,
Down a cheek did it slide,
First set free by an eye,
But thats not where it came from
Where it began
Was deep in my heart
Broken tear on the mend
Don’t Erase Me
This clock keeps ticking off the same hour
This tune keeps playing over the same beat
And every time I turn to look
I keep finding the same damn thing
That my eyes are closed...
And I'm dreaming of an Angel.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Dream Ship Prologue
(Narrator enters. Dressed in rags, wearing an eye path and walking with a distinct limp. His face is unshaven and he wears a scowl across his aged face. He limps to center stage, and adresses the audience in a rough british accent)Narrator: This is a story of a girl and a ship. A girl and two ships, and a pirate. Call it a tale or call it a myth, or call it an epic if thats what you wish. All over the world, yes thats where they'll go. She is living her dreams, and he has to know. If he is real. If he is alive, and for that knowledge he is willing to die.So this is the story of a girl and two ships. Please listen closley, because its not something you want to miss. (Blackout)
We are
We are human.
We are two halfs.
We are Love and We are anger.
We are Strength and We are weakness.
We are tears.
We are cries...of pleasure and of pain.
We are pure.
We are corrupt.
We are sons and daughters.
We are wives and husbands.
We are light.
We are shadows.
We are everything
We are nothing.
But make no mistake, ye beasts and doers of the dark.
Though we are flawed, though we are broken, though we are the antithesis of each other and the catalysts of our own destruction. There is one fact that is certain.
We ARE.
And thus shall we continue, until this world is unmade, and the very fabric of this universe is unraveled.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Moving.
Do you think one flower knows its neighbors?
Could it be a grain of sand, loves its many brothers?
And how then, can they stand, when lonley winds come
And wisk them off to lonley places.
To see new things, and meet new friends.
Does life go on?
We'll see.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Effigy to life
How inconsiderate of me
To breathe fresh air, when dead men have no such pleasure
And let the wind whip my tattered hair
You would think that I know better.
We are alive, in this forgotten world, forgotten time.
But do we truly live?
Is each day of dying worth a dime?
Or would it be better, better, better...
To leap from soaring heights, and live for one last rhyme.
Monday, June 23, 2008
To no music
Take my hand and close your eyes
Move your feet, enjoy the ride
We're gonna find world tonight and lose it
We're gonna dance to no music.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
We are here to live
Poetry is fun. But sometimes just writing what your thinking is so much more appealing. Not to mention a hell of a lot easier. You try finding a poetic device that expresses every concept that flits through your head and tell me it ain't a bitch.
Its nice to write though, to let every ounce of feeling just flow through my fingertips...like every single key is a car and my hands are like giant mallets pounding away. The ultimate stress relief. I could write about anger, about lust, about love. I could write about my problems my pain or my relief. But mostly I just want to write about this feeling or...reality, or quasi-supernatural experience of sitting back and just...existing. For just a moment forgetting all the questions and the answers, who needs them? You lie back...you stop thinking, and you let your body do its living thing, and you just exist. No worries, no plans, no solutions...just...be.
And its amazing. I mean not in a traditional sense, like your problems are still there and this doesn't make them any easier to deal with, you still have to work hard to survive to see the next blissful moment of un-adulterated existence. But the moment exists. For the piece out of eternity, you are eternity, just a concious awareness of the gift of life. Its pulls you out of that deep dark hole and gives you your bearings on just where you are in this crazy world.
We are a lost people. And I think its because some where along the way, somebody forgot to look down at their own hands...move their fingers, blink their eyes, wiggle their toes...and think "Holy shit! That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen!". We just take life for granted sometimes, we take everything for granted, even our own existence. I think thats sad...and I pray every night that one day, some how, we're going to get it. That we are going to see the light, and come out on the other side, still with our problems, still with pain and death and darkness, but also with a sense of rightness, and a sense of peace in the knowledge that we are alive...and we are here to live.
Painting walls.
If my life is a blank wall
And your love is a brush
Could we paint this room red tonight?
If our choices are the colors we paint
And its just you and me
Why shouldn't we go color crazy?
Why don't we hold hands?
Over one brush.
And paint these walls with love tonight?
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Broken Tear
It ends on the floor.
A puddle, no more,
It came from above,
Off a chin where it dove,
Down a cheek did it slide,
First set free by an eye,
But thats not where it came from
Where it began
Was deep in my heart
Broken tear on the mend
Don’t Erase Me
This clock keeps ticking off the same hour
This tune keeps playing over the same beat
And every time I turn to look
I keep finding the same damn thing
That my eyes are closed...
And I'm dreaming of an Angel.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
The Dream Ship Prologue
(Narrator enters. Dressed in rags, wearing an eye path and walking with a distinct limp. His face is unshaven and he wears a scowl across his aged face. He limps to center stage, and adresses the audience in a rough british accent)Narrator: This is a story of a girl and a ship. A girl and two ships, and a pirate. Call it a tale or call it a myth, or call it an epic if thats what you wish. All over the world, yes thats where they'll go. She is living her dreams, and he has to know. If he is real. If he is alive, and for that knowledge he is willing to die.So this is the story of a girl and two ships. Please listen closley, because its not something you want to miss. (Blackout)
Almost done!
Thursday, April 03, 2008
That place
Theres the sun and the rain and the one eyed doeAnd the blackwater runs through the evening snowAnd an old man hobbles at a pace real slow To a place that you and I know, yes a place that you and I know.Oh there we were some years beforeLaying under hickories after our choresSwearing our love would live through the warAnd then I left not another word moreNow I sit here thinking of all those daysUnder our hickory those memories stayBecause from war I came back safeBut God had taken you awayAnd theres the sun and the rain and the one eyed doeAnd the blackwater runs through the evening snowAnd an old man hobbles at a pace real slow To a place that you and I know, yes that place that you and I know.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A long dark road
He walks along a long dark road. He walks along alone.His tears don’t seal his wound won’t heal. He walks along so far from home.He cannot pull away from pain, nor break his steady stride of shame.Its there right where its always been. A knife lodged in his back.And every time he thinks its gone, his siren comes and puts it back.He walks alone along this road, a long dark road of rage.The road, the pain, the fear, the shame. In the end. It ends the same.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Impeccably unable to be titled
Turbulence chaos indeffinate suspension of peace! How can I describe the state of me?! I...I'm empty. Empty of so much. I'm angry, and tired, and depressed, and lonley. I'm exhausted. Can anyone please see through my paper charade and pull me out of my own hell?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Mind made up with memories
Stroll along the beach.With sandals made of thought.Find the castles in the sand.You thought you had forgot.And tears will fall like oceans.As you recall your days.But against their hollow motions.Those castles shall not sway.Now think back to the time my friendThat makes you think again.Because that moment gives us freedomBecause that moment never ends.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Candle Light
I stood awhile on a sunny day, I stood and watched a flicker sway.
A candle, cooking slowly bright. Dancing under Zephyr's might.
It twisted silent in the howl. Its shine, defiant, whispers now.
Into a hard and raging gale. Into the never ending hail.
That all these tactics could not but fail.
To flicker out this life so bright. Our last remaining hope at night.
The Valley of Shadow and Death
Here I tread, down the long dark road, towards the Valley that beckons my soul.
Here I float, like a ghost on a sled. Bobbing along to the falls up ahead.
I'm waltzing down to the Valley of Shadow and Death.
Down to the mighty earths core.
Where Sin is a Lion, and Evil it's roar. Just darkness no brightness no windows no doors.
But as I step down the path, that leads to despair, I know that my feet will not falter there.
For though I walk through the Valley of Shadow and Death.
Across my chest a strange feeling has lept.
Courage and Hope. Like doves, small but strong.
Two lights in the dark, they lead me along.
And here in my heart, is a warmth burning warm.
To keep me from darkness, to save me from harm.
Yes I will stumble, Yes I will fall.
But back to my feet, will I climb and stand tall.
Monday, February 11, 2008
A love Poem
I step in tandem with your stepI breathe in unison with your breathWe are a river. You the water and I the chasm you move through.We are the wind. Our whispers and our touch are soft but persistent.I am Sun to your Moon. You are Spring to my Winter.You, the fire of my passion. I, the cool water on your lips.The palms of Midas could not rival our Aura.The face of Venus, pales in the presence of our love's calligraphy.We are one incarnate. Two words spoken in one voiceTwo tunes played as one melodyAnd our music shall play across the galaxiesIt will soothe ears across the breadths of timeLong after our two souls depart this world as one...The dancing breath of our love, shall live on in song and poem.And step and breathe for the generations of eternity.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Beyond our Porcelain Lives
I've come...
I've seen...
I've cried.
My tears float down in rivers.
They heal no wounds...the save no lives.
But I cry them anyway.
Dreams are lifeless...
Nightmares...real!
Children starve
Families die
Hope fades...
Only God can save us now.
On Governments and War.
Oh ye capitals of men. How folly of you, to sit on your high hills and spie out over the nations. You plan yours plans of war, you build your weapons, you mass your armies, but each of you is already conquered. Conquered by your greed, by your bloodlust, conquered by your arrogance and your foolishness. The moment you stepped down the road of dark compromise, allowing glory to reign over love, you gave yourself up in chains to an enemy more dangerous than any nation. You gave yourself up to the darkness of evil, that breeds in the hearts of the ambitious!
You have become fools! Each of you! Believing yourselves to be the righteous, you bask yourself in the light of your glory. But such light serves only to cover up the rot of your souls! Such glory cannot cover up your stench! The world can see you as you are, cowardly men, who believe that war is the only way to solve conflicts. You have forgotten the ways of love, forgotten the power of peacefulness. You have surrendered to the darkness, your greatest foe, and now it owns you.
But the world will not tolerate you! She will not! She never has tolerated those degraded by their own apathy...disgraced by their own twisted sense of honor. She will rise up in a torrent against you leaders and you governments, and like a wave she will crush you, and it will be terrible.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Secrets
Underneath the mask is something so much more
Underneath the skin are secrets by the score
Secrets about darkness
Secrets about night
And even secrets about secrets...
secrets about light.
-Castle Woods
That place
Theres the sun and the rain and the one eyed doeAnd the blackwater runs through the evening snowAnd an old man hobbles at a pace real slow To a place that you and I know, yes a place that you and I know.Oh there we were some years beforeLaying under hickories after our choresSwearing our love would live through the warAnd then I left not another word moreNow I sit here thinking of all those daysUnder our hickory those memories stayBecause from war I came back safeBut God had taken you awayAnd theres the sun and the rain and the one eyed doeAnd the blackwater runs through the evening snowAnd an old man hobbles at a pace real slow To a place that you and I know, yes that place that you and I know.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
A long dark road
He walks along a long dark road. He walks along alone.His tears don’t seal his wound won’t heal. He walks along so far from home.He cannot pull away from pain, nor break his steady stride of shame.Its there right where its always been. A knife lodged in his back.And every time he thinks its gone, his siren comes and puts it back.He walks alone along this road, a long dark road of rage.The road, the pain, the fear, the shame. In the end. It ends the same.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Impeccably unable to be titled
Turbulence chaos indeffinate suspension of peace! How can I describe the state of me?! I...I'm empty. Empty of so much. I'm angry, and tired, and depressed, and lonley. I'm exhausted. Can anyone please see through my paper charade and pull me out of my own hell?
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Mind made up with memories
Stroll along the beach.With sandals made of thought.Find the castles in the sand.You thought you had forgot.And tears will fall like oceans.As you recall your days.But against their hollow motions.Those castles shall not sway.Now think back to the time my friendThat makes you think again.Because that moment gives us freedomBecause that moment never ends.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Candle Light
I stood awhile on a sunny day, I stood and watched a flicker sway.
A candle, cooking slowly bright. Dancing under Zephyr's might.
It twisted silent in the howl. Its shine, defiant, whispers now.
Into a hard and raging gale. Into the never ending hail.
That all these tactics could not but fail.
To flicker out this life so bright. Our last remaining hope at night.
The Valley of Shadow and Death
Here I tread, down the long dark road, towards the Valley that beckons my soul.
Here I float, like a ghost on a sled. Bobbing along to the falls up ahead.
I'm waltzing down to the Valley of Shadow and Death.
Down to the mighty earths core.
Where Sin is a Lion, and Evil it's roar. Just darkness no brightness no windows no doors.
But as I step down the path, that leads to despair, I know that my feet will not falter there.
For though I walk through the Valley of Shadow and Death.
Across my chest a strange feeling has lept.
Courage and Hope. Like doves, small but strong.
Two lights in the dark, they lead me along.
And here in my heart, is a warmth burning warm.
To keep me from darkness, to save me from harm.
Yes I will stumble, Yes I will fall.
But back to my feet, will I climb and stand tall.
Monday, February 11, 2008
A love Poem
I step in tandem with your stepI breathe in unison with your breathWe are a river. You the water and I the chasm you move through.We are the wind. Our whispers and our touch are soft but persistent.I am Sun to your Moon. You are Spring to my Winter.You, the fire of my passion. I, the cool water on your lips.The palms of Midas could not rival our Aura.The face of Venus, pales in the presence of our love's calligraphy.We are one incarnate. Two words spoken in one voiceTwo tunes played as one melodyAnd our music shall play across the galaxiesIt will soothe ears across the breadths of timeLong after our two souls depart this world as one...The dancing breath of our love, shall live on in song and poem.And step and breathe for the generations of eternity.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Beyond our Porcelain Lives
I've come...
I've seen...
I've cried.
My tears float down in rivers.
They heal no wounds...the save no lives.
But I cry them anyway.
Dreams are lifeless...
Nightmares...real!
Children starve
Families die
Hope fades...
Only God can save us now.
On Governments and War.
Oh ye capitals of men. How folly of you, to sit on your high hills and spie out over the nations. You plan yours plans of war, you build your weapons, you mass your armies, but each of you is already conquered. Conquered by your greed, by your bloodlust, conquered by your arrogance and your foolishness. The moment you stepped down the road of dark compromise, allowing glory to reign over love, you gave yourself up in chains to an enemy more dangerous than any nation. You gave yourself up to the darkness of evil, that breeds in the hearts of the ambitious!
You have become fools! Each of you! Believing yourselves to be the righteous, you bask yourself in the light of your glory. But such light serves only to cover up the rot of your souls! Such glory cannot cover up your stench! The world can see you as you are, cowardly men, who believe that war is the only way to solve conflicts. You have forgotten the ways of love, forgotten the power of peacefulness. You have surrendered to the darkness, your greatest foe, and now it owns you.
But the world will not tolerate you! She will not! She never has tolerated those degraded by their own apathy...disgraced by their own twisted sense of honor. She will rise up in a torrent against you leaders and you governments, and like a wave she will crush you, and it will be terrible.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Secrets
Underneath the mask is something so much more
Underneath the skin are secrets by the score
Secrets about darkness
Secrets about night
And even secrets about secrets...
secrets about light.
-Castle Woods
Uh huh....it never ends.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Fickle me this Fickle me that
Fickle me this Fickle me that change is where my heart is at.I know not what I want, I know not what to doAll I know is that I must know truthTo live is to laughTo laugh is to loveIts as simple as ice creamIts as pure as a doveSillyness willyness, for a moment or twoMy life comes in shades, of purple and blue
Life
Have you ever spent an entire night regretting the stupidity of the words that came out of your mouth earlier that day? Life is so hard to express! We have dreams and hopes and God forbid FEELINGS. And they all get tangled up and confused, never making it from your heart to your mouth in any manner that is at all impressive. Its hard to make yourself look cool, and attractive, and intelligent...when in reality you are an awkward, self-concious crazy person who is just trying to fit in. Bah! Life right? I guess we just got to live it.
Step out of reality, Step into my head
Attention...Attention...This is not a drill!I took a walk to the edge of realityI took a drop from the sky to the seaI felt your voice push me out into fallacyI hit the dirt hard but now I'm free...I broke my name when I jumped out of my headI broke my back when I climbed out of bedI tried to land on the words that were not saidDespite your efforts I am not quite deadAnd I won't surrender till you believe meI won't stop living till my life endsAnd I won't abandon ship till you need meI see the world through my broken lens--Castle Woods
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Simplistic...rather cheesy...meh
I found some old pictures of me and you
And all the old memories came back like new
The laughs, the tears, the love, the pain,
Oh what I would give just to live it again
Cuz you and me were one of a kind
You and me were two of one mind
It never occured to my ragged old heart
How much it would hurt now that we are apart
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunflower
A sunflower, in an open field, so pretty in the twilight
For what can be more beautiful in such a field?
With its rotted reeds, and broken blades
Driven home into the ground without mercy or remorse.
But the sunflower...so pretty in the twilight.
Everything always is, just before it fades into the dark earth
From whence it came.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Treasure
We are all pieces of a grander peace.Traces of gold covered in rocky fleshTo look at, we are not muchSelfish and dull, rusted over with generations of war and hatredBut beneath all that, below broken surfaceThere is treasure like none other.That is the treasure I hunt for.That is the light, I see beneath the eyes of so manyI will live for that light...I will die for that light. For what are we, if not treasure hunters in the dark of our dark world?And where will we find peace? If not within the pieces of our own souls?-Castle Woods
Sunday, December 30, 2007
A Travelers story
There are days I can't remember where I come from...days when everything is lost to the voyage. On those days I envy those around me, those I pass. I envy their ground, their earth, that seems to hold them fast and keep them steady. I'm a walker, ground holds no value for me other than the path I lay on it. Home...home is something I try not to think about, it gets a little easier everyday, but it always gets harder at night. When its just me and my bag and the stars. Stars that whisper...reminding me of dogs barking...children laughing...the smell of home meals breaking over a cool summer nights breeze. Of nights by the river, sometimes with friends, sometimes with a special friend. Of smiles...and tears...damn those stars. They've been their all my life...at least I know that they will never abandon me. Other than them...I've got my bag, my gun, and my feet. My walkers feet. And I don't reckon thats going to change...unless I find what I've been looking for all this time, which is gonna be difficult...considering I don't have the slightest idea as to what that is. Guess I'll just have to keep on walking...and keep on looking to the stars for guidance, laughter, and tears.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Short N Sweet
A long lost beach, just you and me, think of the possibilities.The sun it sets, and once its gone, your eyes are light enough for me
-Castle Woods
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Walls
Mankind is addicted to walls.
We need walls to protect us...
But more importantly we need walls to protect.
For a wall is meaningless without the value it gives us. It represents a purpose...an ideal...a home. All which men are willing to give their lives for. We put up walls because without them, our lives are pointless. Our walls become our lives...and our lives become our walls. Yet...sometimes I feel the need to tear down a wall or two...just to see what might happen. I suppose the wall would still be there...for a wall destroyed is different from a wall that never existed at all. Even in death they have their meanings. What a strange conclusion...the lives of men consist of walls...
Fickle me this Fickle me that
Fickle me this Fickle me that change is where my heart is at.I know not what I want, I know not what to doAll I know is that I must know truthTo live is to laughTo laugh is to loveIts as simple as ice creamIts as pure as a doveSillyness willyness, for a moment or twoMy life comes in shades, of purple and blue
Life
Have you ever spent an entire night regretting the stupidity of the words that came out of your mouth earlier that day? Life is so hard to express! We have dreams and hopes and God forbid FEELINGS. And they all get tangled up and confused, never making it from your heart to your mouth in any manner that is at all impressive. Its hard to make yourself look cool, and attractive, and intelligent...when in reality you are an awkward, self-concious crazy person who is just trying to fit in. Bah! Life right? I guess we just got to live it.
Step out of reality, Step into my head
Attention...Attention...This is not a drill!I took a walk to the edge of realityI took a drop from the sky to the seaI felt your voice push me out into fallacyI hit the dirt hard but now I'm free...I broke my name when I jumped out of my headI broke my back when I climbed out of bedI tried to land on the words that were not saidDespite your efforts I am not quite deadAnd I won't surrender till you believe meI won't stop living till my life endsAnd I won't abandon ship till you need meI see the world through my broken lens--Castle Woods
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Simplistic...rather cheesy...meh
I found some old pictures of me and you
And all the old memories came back like new
The laughs, the tears, the love, the pain,
Oh what I would give just to live it again
Cuz you and me were one of a kind
You and me were two of one mind
It never occured to my ragged old heart
How much it would hurt now that we are apart
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Sunflower
A sunflower, in an open field, so pretty in the twilight
For what can be more beautiful in such a field?
With its rotted reeds, and broken blades
Driven home into the ground without mercy or remorse.
But the sunflower...so pretty in the twilight.
Everything always is, just before it fades into the dark earth
From whence it came.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Treasure
We are all pieces of a grander peace.Traces of gold covered in rocky fleshTo look at, we are not muchSelfish and dull, rusted over with generations of war and hatredBut beneath all that, below broken surfaceThere is treasure like none other.That is the treasure I hunt for.That is the light, I see beneath the eyes of so manyI will live for that light...I will die for that light. For what are we, if not treasure hunters in the dark of our dark world?And where will we find peace? If not within the pieces of our own souls?-Castle Woods
Sunday, December 30, 2007
A Travelers story
There are days I can't remember where I come from...days when everything is lost to the voyage. On those days I envy those around me, those I pass. I envy their ground, their earth, that seems to hold them fast and keep them steady. I'm a walker, ground holds no value for me other than the path I lay on it. Home...home is something I try not to think about, it gets a little easier everyday, but it always gets harder at night. When its just me and my bag and the stars. Stars that whisper...reminding me of dogs barking...children laughing...the smell of home meals breaking over a cool summer nights breeze. Of nights by the river, sometimes with friends, sometimes with a special friend. Of smiles...and tears...damn those stars. They've been their all my life...at least I know that they will never abandon me. Other than them...I've got my bag, my gun, and my feet. My walkers feet. And I don't reckon thats going to change...unless I find what I've been looking for all this time, which is gonna be difficult...considering I don't have the slightest idea as to what that is. Guess I'll just have to keep on walking...and keep on looking to the stars for guidance, laughter, and tears.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Short N Sweet
A long lost beach, just you and me, think of the possibilities.The sun it sets, and once its gone, your eyes are light enough for me
-Castle Woods
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Walls
Mankind is addicted to walls.
We need walls to protect us...
But more importantly we need walls to protect.
For a wall is meaningless without the value it gives us. It represents a purpose...an ideal...a home. All which men are willing to give their lives for. We put up walls because without them, our lives are pointless. Our walls become our lives...and our lives become our walls. Yet...sometimes I feel the need to tear down a wall or two...just to see what might happen. I suppose the wall would still be there...for a wall destroyed is different from a wall that never existed at all. Even in death they have their meanings. What a strange conclusion...the lives of men consist of walls...
Whats behind door number eleven!? You guessed it! Poetry!
Saturday, December 01, 2007
My other most amazing poem ever!
There I stood with my umbrellaAnd no shoes...Boo hoo hooHoo...
My greatest poem...ever
When I walk outsideI see a hippopotamusAnd then I know that people in Egypt are laughing at me
My Letter to the Sky
I wrote a letter to the skyAsking why it lived so highAbove the mountains and the birdsAway from reach of spoken wordsI wondered why I wondered howOne so pretty would not come downTo visit with a lonley earthTo teach us how to live with mirthPerhaps there's nothing it can do...Perhaps the sky is lonley too...
Not sure why I wrote this.
Gather all ye forces of the earth. Take up arms and march. Roar defiance against the fools who dare to try and break you. Flood their cities, burn their roads. Tear their fuming factories to pieces with unforgiving torrents. Let mountains fall upon them like mighty giants feet. Let rivers rise and swallow them as would serpent beasts from depths below. Let them shiver when they hear the ocean's war cry. Let tremble as the mighty heavens unleash the spears of light. Crush them for daring to defile such a gem among worlds. They will regret using you, they will regret piling their burdens upon your back. For all their weapons and designs, you will cast them into abyss, and laugh at their folly. This is the fate of the children of the earth, who have strayed from hope...from faith. And called themselves gods. Your hubris has seen you down the road of destruction. And now that which gave you life, will turn upon thee, and give you your demise.
Friday, November 30, 2007
A Crystal Waltz
In holy wood above a hillThe spirits dance...a Crystal WaltzTheir feather feet are never stillThis strange romance...this Crystal WaltzI came upon this sight to seeWith weary eyes, and wanderers feetLike spectral keepers they turned a keyUnlocked my heart, unlocked its keepMy spirit chained within a vaultThey saved it with...a Crystal Waltz
Music, Whispers, Legends, Dark...
The music of the nightWhispers secrets in my earLegends UntoldDark MysteriesAnd fairy lore of magic that hath comeAnd magic...that hath gone before-Castle Woods
Music, Whispers, Legends, Dark...
The music of the nightWhispers softly in my earLegends UntoldDark MysteriesAnd fairy lore of magic that hath comeAnd magic...gone before-Castle Woods
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Colors
Blue is like water, that reflects the skyGreen is like grasses, that cover hillsidesYellow the bright sun, that lights up our livesThese are the colors, that color my lifeRed is like flowers, bursting in bloomOrange is the promise, that christmas is soonPurple is royale, and drives away gloomThese colors are music, melodious tunesBut you are the color, that colors my heartYou are the princess, from whom I can't partThe spice of my lifeMy flower in bloomBaby all that I need, is colored in you. -Castle Woods
Universe
Its a wonder, how fast a world can change. How quickly entire universes can turn upside down. Dust becomes worlds, light becomes stars. Stars and worlds become solar systems. My life seems to parallel. Its amazing when overnight you realize that some of your friends are really your enemies, that your greatest enemy is your best friend, and that someone whos name you couldn't even remember, is the love of your life. Even God must feel he has outdone himself. My writing seems weak...perhaps because I am so used to writing from pain, so used to filling emptiness with Anger. It is bizzare now, to exist without anger, without emptiness. I think this is the begginning of a new chapter in my life...in the universe. I suppose I should focus on being a better writer than I was in the last chapter, for the my sake, and for hers.
haha, just writing
Its crystal clear nowLike clear blue waterLike fresh mountain airThe power that exists between two sets of lips about to kissIts electricity baby
My other most amazing poem ever!
There I stood with my umbrellaAnd no shoes...Boo hoo hooHoo...
My greatest poem...ever
When I walk outsideI see a hippopotamusAnd then I know that people in Egypt are laughing at me
My Letter to the Sky
I wrote a letter to the skyAsking why it lived so highAbove the mountains and the birdsAway from reach of spoken wordsI wondered why I wondered howOne so pretty would not come downTo visit with a lonley earthTo teach us how to live with mirthPerhaps there's nothing it can do...Perhaps the sky is lonley too...
Not sure why I wrote this.
Gather all ye forces of the earth. Take up arms and march. Roar defiance against the fools who dare to try and break you. Flood their cities, burn their roads. Tear their fuming factories to pieces with unforgiving torrents. Let mountains fall upon them like mighty giants feet. Let rivers rise and swallow them as would serpent beasts from depths below. Let them shiver when they hear the ocean's war cry. Let tremble as the mighty heavens unleash the spears of light. Crush them for daring to defile such a gem among worlds. They will regret using you, they will regret piling their burdens upon your back. For all their weapons and designs, you will cast them into abyss, and laugh at their folly. This is the fate of the children of the earth, who have strayed from hope...from faith. And called themselves gods. Your hubris has seen you down the road of destruction. And now that which gave you life, will turn upon thee, and give you your demise.
Friday, November 30, 2007
A Crystal Waltz
In holy wood above a hillThe spirits dance...a Crystal WaltzTheir feather feet are never stillThis strange romance...this Crystal WaltzI came upon this sight to seeWith weary eyes, and wanderers feetLike spectral keepers they turned a keyUnlocked my heart, unlocked its keepMy spirit chained within a vaultThey saved it with...a Crystal Waltz
Music, Whispers, Legends, Dark...
The music of the nightWhispers secrets in my earLegends UntoldDark MysteriesAnd fairy lore of magic that hath comeAnd magic...that hath gone before-Castle Woods
Music, Whispers, Legends, Dark...
The music of the nightWhispers softly in my earLegends UntoldDark MysteriesAnd fairy lore of magic that hath comeAnd magic...gone before-Castle Woods
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Colors
Blue is like water, that reflects the skyGreen is like grasses, that cover hillsidesYellow the bright sun, that lights up our livesThese are the colors, that color my lifeRed is like flowers, bursting in bloomOrange is the promise, that christmas is soonPurple is royale, and drives away gloomThese colors are music, melodious tunesBut you are the color, that colors my heartYou are the princess, from whom I can't partThe spice of my lifeMy flower in bloomBaby all that I need, is colored in you. -Castle Woods
Universe
Its a wonder, how fast a world can change. How quickly entire universes can turn upside down. Dust becomes worlds, light becomes stars. Stars and worlds become solar systems. My life seems to parallel. Its amazing when overnight you realize that some of your friends are really your enemies, that your greatest enemy is your best friend, and that someone whos name you couldn't even remember, is the love of your life. Even God must feel he has outdone himself. My writing seems weak...perhaps because I am so used to writing from pain, so used to filling emptiness with Anger. It is bizzare now, to exist without anger, without emptiness. I think this is the begginning of a new chapter in my life...in the universe. I suppose I should focus on being a better writer than I was in the last chapter, for the my sake, and for hers.
haha, just writing
Its crystal clear nowLike clear blue waterLike fresh mountain airThe power that exists between two sets of lips about to kissIts electricity baby
Yep...poetry
Sunday, November 18, 2007
You
I would Race to the end of existence
and Fight to the end of the world
or Climb to the top of the universe
Baby for you, thats nothing at all
Because your love, makes my existence
And your voice, brings life to my world
Oh and your eyes, brighten my universe
Baby its true, you are my all
And nothing can stop me now that I've found
A purpose
A reason
A hope to go on
And thats you, girl.
In all of existence
Only you girl
Could make up my world
With a smile girl
You rescue my universe
Now let me rescue you
Baby let me rescue you
Friday, November 16, 2007
I want to write
I want to write a song for you
But words cannot describe
the feeling thats inside my heart
the thoughts inside my mind
I want to write a symphony
With brass and drums and strings
I want to see your pretty smile
I want to hear you sing
I could write for aeons
I could write for miles
I could write adventures
I could write them wild
But no matter where I write for you
Near or far apart
Princess I will fight for you
And write my way, into your heart.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Pencil
Perhaps my pencil understands me more than anyone else. It is the medium, the tool. It doesn't matter so much as what it creates. Words flow from the pencil, the lead gives them life, form, and existence. Yet as soon as they given the gift of creation, the words surpass the medium, and the pencil is set down. Though it is true, the pencil has left its mark, the pencil could never dream of being as important as its mark, it is simply a means of creation. Its product will far outlast it, will be remembered by those who have long forgotten the snubbed nose stick.
How strange of me...to relate so well to a pencil
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Hmmmm
Sometimes I just want to lie back and let the music consume me. Dilude my worries and complaints in the melody of life. Breathe in fresh air and breathe out fresh air. Just...I just want to be.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Closure
There's not much time for us to spend.The dramatic music is at an end.We could close the curtain with one last miss...Or let it fall...with one last kiss
You
I would Race to the end of existence
and Fight to the end of the world
or Climb to the top of the universe
Baby for you, thats nothing at all
Because your love, makes my existence
And your voice, brings life to my world
Oh and your eyes, brighten my universe
Baby its true, you are my all
And nothing can stop me now that I've found
A purpose
A reason
A hope to go on
And thats you, girl.
In all of existence
Only you girl
Could make up my world
With a smile girl
You rescue my universe
Now let me rescue you
Baby let me rescue you
Friday, November 16, 2007
I want to write
I want to write a song for you
But words cannot describe
the feeling thats inside my heart
the thoughts inside my mind
I want to write a symphony
With brass and drums and strings
I want to see your pretty smile
I want to hear you sing
I could write for aeons
I could write for miles
I could write adventures
I could write them wild
But no matter where I write for you
Near or far apart
Princess I will fight for you
And write my way, into your heart.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Pencil
Perhaps my pencil understands me more than anyone else. It is the medium, the tool. It doesn't matter so much as what it creates. Words flow from the pencil, the lead gives them life, form, and existence. Yet as soon as they given the gift of creation, the words surpass the medium, and the pencil is set down. Though it is true, the pencil has left its mark, the pencil could never dream of being as important as its mark, it is simply a means of creation. Its product will far outlast it, will be remembered by those who have long forgotten the snubbed nose stick.
How strange of me...to relate so well to a pencil
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Hmmmm
Sometimes I just want to lie back and let the music consume me. Dilude my worries and complaints in the melody of life. Breathe in fresh air and breathe out fresh air. Just...I just want to be.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Closure
There's not much time for us to spend.The dramatic music is at an end.We could close the curtain with one last miss...Or let it fall...with one last kiss
Wow...I write too much poetry
Friday, October 26, 2007
These Words
These words...they flow...they fill me.How did I ever survive without them? How does anyone survive without them? There is so much emptiness in this world.Emptiness of the soul...Emptiness of the heart.Its tradgic. Looking into the eyes of an empty soul. Seeing the tortured nothing, surrounded by a broken shell. So shattered...that they have lost touch with reality.So busy convincing themselves that they are happy, they never realize just how miserable they really are. Thats me...without these words.These words that breathe, that ROAR! Like a wild LION, they terrify and exhilerate.Like a mighty WAVE they sweep you away. Power that you cannot control...Power you must trust. For if you do, the beast will be your gaurdian, not your bane.The wave will take you to a paradise, away from this empty world.Oh these words...they flow...they fill the world.My world.
Graffiti
There's graffiti on the walls of my heart. Big bold letters. LOVE, HATE, JOY, ANGER. All in the same color, all in the same style, all by the same person. And I hate them but I love them I despise it but every night I sit by the light of a broken street lamp and read and laugh, and cry, and scream. Those words are everything to me, they are fuel to my rage, and water to my soul. Sometimes I wonder...if I will ever be strong enough to paint over these words, these symbols of my past. If I will be able to go over them in white...or black...or orange or purple or green or any mixture of them all! If I could just...make these words disappear completley...Would I miss them?
Puzzled, Troubled, Tantalized
Puzzling.Her eyes were...puzzling.Little pieces of a story, her story.That no one ever bothered to put together.Troubling.Her heart was...troubling.beating softly, against my chest.It never bothered when I held her tighter.Tantalizing.Her lips were...tantalizing.whispered softly, magic words.I'm never bothered as long as she is near.
Weird...but how I feel.
Oh...tis quiet in my haze.Tis this imagery that I so missedThe universe of my soulI wade in its coolness...oh if ever I am to slip from this pool of thought againmay I go made with sickness that I must crawl back.
I do love to write.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Bookmarks
Bookmarks of my lifeAre worn and tattered from too much useFor every night, I flip back through the pagesAnd read myself to sleep...
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Untame me.
Untame me worldTeach me no restraintHold on me no chains, for I will break themTear away my ties and boundriesLift my weighted legs and see me runFor I have tasted freedom in my nostrilsAnd will know no rest till it rests beneath my running feet.Oh tame world, of captive slaves and chainsUntame me...or I will untame myself.
Wild within us
Today I was reminded of something. That in each of us there exists something wild...and free. Something so beautiful it cannot be tamed. And though we cover it up, though we blanket ourselves in our shells of control and proper behaviour, at our cores we are not meant for such restraint, like a wild mustang fenced in...when we get the oppurtunity, when that fence swings open and away, we will break free and run wild. We are not meant to be tame, we were made for greater things than that.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Altruism
Altruism- The really positive way to get a lot of people killed.We are often so desperate to feel good about ourselves. We denote to each other characteristics that simply do not exist. All people are good by nature? Unselfish and loving? I do not believe it.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Life
Is there ever an excuse to kill? Does any man have the right to decide whether another man should live or die? Even the most horrible of people...those who plague the world with their blackness...are they not yet living? Are their lives no longer sacred due the their actions? It is so strange......life is the single most powerful force in the universe, yet it is so fragile, so easy to revoke. A single piece of metal can take away what thousands of generations have survived to cultivate...it just seems so unfair.
These Words
These words...they flow...they fill me.How did I ever survive without them? How does anyone survive without them? There is so much emptiness in this world.Emptiness of the soul...Emptiness of the heart.Its tradgic. Looking into the eyes of an empty soul. Seeing the tortured nothing, surrounded by a broken shell. So shattered...that they have lost touch with reality.So busy convincing themselves that they are happy, they never realize just how miserable they really are. Thats me...without these words.These words that breathe, that ROAR! Like a wild LION, they terrify and exhilerate.Like a mighty WAVE they sweep you away. Power that you cannot control...Power you must trust. For if you do, the beast will be your gaurdian, not your bane.The wave will take you to a paradise, away from this empty world.Oh these words...they flow...they fill the world.My world.
Graffiti
There's graffiti on the walls of my heart. Big bold letters. LOVE, HATE, JOY, ANGER. All in the same color, all in the same style, all by the same person. And I hate them but I love them I despise it but every night I sit by the light of a broken street lamp and read and laugh, and cry, and scream. Those words are everything to me, they are fuel to my rage, and water to my soul. Sometimes I wonder...if I will ever be strong enough to paint over these words, these symbols of my past. If I will be able to go over them in white...or black...or orange or purple or green or any mixture of them all! If I could just...make these words disappear completley...Would I miss them?
Puzzled, Troubled, Tantalized
Puzzling.Her eyes were...puzzling.Little pieces of a story, her story.That no one ever bothered to put together.Troubling.Her heart was...troubling.beating softly, against my chest.It never bothered when I held her tighter.Tantalizing.Her lips were...tantalizing.whispered softly, magic words.I'm never bothered as long as she is near.
Weird...but how I feel.
Oh...tis quiet in my haze.Tis this imagery that I so missedThe universe of my soulI wade in its coolness...oh if ever I am to slip from this pool of thought againmay I go made with sickness that I must crawl back.
I do love to write.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Bookmarks
Bookmarks of my lifeAre worn and tattered from too much useFor every night, I flip back through the pagesAnd read myself to sleep...
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Untame me.
Untame me worldTeach me no restraintHold on me no chains, for I will break themTear away my ties and boundriesLift my weighted legs and see me runFor I have tasted freedom in my nostrilsAnd will know no rest till it rests beneath my running feet.Oh tame world, of captive slaves and chainsUntame me...or I will untame myself.
Wild within us
Today I was reminded of something. That in each of us there exists something wild...and free. Something so beautiful it cannot be tamed. And though we cover it up, though we blanket ourselves in our shells of control and proper behaviour, at our cores we are not meant for such restraint, like a wild mustang fenced in...when we get the oppurtunity, when that fence swings open and away, we will break free and run wild. We are not meant to be tame, we were made for greater things than that.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Altruism
Altruism- The really positive way to get a lot of people killed.We are often so desperate to feel good about ourselves. We denote to each other characteristics that simply do not exist. All people are good by nature? Unselfish and loving? I do not believe it.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Life
Is there ever an excuse to kill? Does any man have the right to decide whether another man should live or die? Even the most horrible of people...those who plague the world with their blackness...are they not yet living? Are their lives no longer sacred due the their actions? It is so strange......life is the single most powerful force in the universe, yet it is so fragile, so easy to revoke. A single piece of metal can take away what thousands of generations have survived to cultivate...it just seems so unfair.
What do you know? POETRY!
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Let us love
We are not our own, we do not live for ourselves. For such is an empty existence. We survive, that others may survive. To think only to ourselves is to dedicate our gifts to trash, and to waste our talent on that which matters little. For our flesh shall fail, our hearts shall stop, and our minds shall cease. But the hope which we invoke in others, the love which thrives from our actions, shall live on past eternity. For time has no bearing on love. Our hopes, our dreams, our tears, and our very souls shall be intermingled into the hopes of our children, shall live on in the dreams of those we have helped, shall fall in the tears of those who knew us. And through our example they will pass on this immortality, and through theirs another generation will inherit these gifts. Until we are all one. Immortality rests in each other, not in ourselves. Let us feed the hungry, as if we were hungry. Let us shelter the homeless as if we were homeless. Let us give, expecting nothing. For every ounce we give is three times received. Let us be poor for the poor, and weak for the weak. Let us serve, and be willing and happy, to give everything and receive nothing. For this is how love thrives, through this we become intertwined in the very fiber of existence, and we shall not fade into darkness nor shall our light be dimmed. Long after our names are forgot, our love shall live on in the hearts of children, when their parents teach them the same lessons that we have learned now. Let us love...as if we are loved. This is my hope...dream...these are my tears.
Let us love...as if we are loved.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Grunt
I'm here...and he is there.The room is white...no...its not a room, its just and infinite whitness. And there he stands, smiling, waiting. I'm too tired to move, too tired to fight back, he saunters over, his smile...mine. His eyes...mine...yet different. More arrogant, filled with malice...hatred...joy? I can fill his thoughts, his power coursing through me. I can feel is lust, his glee and the thought of what is to come next. He stands over me now...everything is frozen...there is no time, we stand there for a moment of forever. And then he kills me.
Words
In all my years...my words have never abandoned me. They have been my savior when I was sick and dying...hurt and crying, my words always came through for me. Writing now its as if I can breathe again. My words have felt so constricted,so bland. I want to write again, I want to make art with my words again, i want to feel that power rushing through me, like electricity flowing through my blood. My words are all I have. My words are all I need.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
In the beginning
In the beginning, God invented lips.And he gave them words.But when he realized that words just weren't enough.He gave them kisses. And he saw that it was good.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I tremble
I stand before a lion, and I stare into its eyesI wait before a raging storm, and laugh into the nightAnd even before warriors no fear will I resembleBut when She walked into my world...I trembled.Her voice will make my mind run wildwith fear and apprehensionHer gaze can scare me like a childI'm trapped in Her dimensionAnd what I fear I cannot beatNo fiend does it resemblemy heart I've given Her to keep...oh again... I tremble.
Phantom World
I cannot sleep. I cannot eat, I cannot feel... I am a phantom, in a world of Ghosts. Where words are only so much...ideas but faint streaks of light that make us barely visible in the fog. It is from this shadow world that my heart crys out. It is from this construct that my mind yearns to escape. Into a world of light, of truth, of understanding at a level we could never grasp in our present hollow forms. Do not try to understand, for your mind will pass through understanding just as the hand of a ghosts passes through solid flesh. Your heart cannot be fooled, but what fool would follow his heart blindly? None such spirit exists that which would blind itself to everything it can see to make itself aware of what it cannot. And thus we continue, to embrace the shadow while denying the light. Why why why? Three times our bell will toll. Why why why? And at the end of time...and the beginning of everything else. We will understand, for we will surrender our ghostly visages and pass into the wall rather than through it. And our minds shall be released from our mortal shackles, and we shall laugh bitterly and then die to be reborn by fire.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Heartstring
I'm hanging on, to a heartstring from the ceiling.My body aches, my arm its losing feelingBut despite the pain, I'm holding on tonightBecause for you I'm going to fightYes for you only I'd fightAnd I would die for you, hanging on foreverAnd I will live for you, no matter how longAnd I could cry for you, this bond will not be severedAnd I can give to you, so much more than just this songSo I'm hanging on...to this heartstring from the ceilingBecause its you...that fills my heart with feeling.
Let us love
We are not our own, we do not live for ourselves. For such is an empty existence. We survive, that others may survive. To think only to ourselves is to dedicate our gifts to trash, and to waste our talent on that which matters little. For our flesh shall fail, our hearts shall stop, and our minds shall cease. But the hope which we invoke in others, the love which thrives from our actions, shall live on past eternity. For time has no bearing on love. Our hopes, our dreams, our tears, and our very souls shall be intermingled into the hopes of our children, shall live on in the dreams of those we have helped, shall fall in the tears of those who knew us. And through our example they will pass on this immortality, and through theirs another generation will inherit these gifts. Until we are all one. Immortality rests in each other, not in ourselves. Let us feed the hungry, as if we were hungry. Let us shelter the homeless as if we were homeless. Let us give, expecting nothing. For every ounce we give is three times received. Let us be poor for the poor, and weak for the weak. Let us serve, and be willing and happy, to give everything and receive nothing. For this is how love thrives, through this we become intertwined in the very fiber of existence, and we shall not fade into darkness nor shall our light be dimmed. Long after our names are forgot, our love shall live on in the hearts of children, when their parents teach them the same lessons that we have learned now. Let us love...as if we are loved. This is my hope...dream...these are my tears.
Let us love...as if we are loved.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Grunt
I'm here...and he is there.The room is white...no...its not a room, its just and infinite whitness. And there he stands, smiling, waiting. I'm too tired to move, too tired to fight back, he saunters over, his smile...mine. His eyes...mine...yet different. More arrogant, filled with malice...hatred...joy? I can fill his thoughts, his power coursing through me. I can feel is lust, his glee and the thought of what is to come next. He stands over me now...everything is frozen...there is no time, we stand there for a moment of forever. And then he kills me.
Words
In all my years...my words have never abandoned me. They have been my savior when I was sick and dying...hurt and crying, my words always came through for me. Writing now its as if I can breathe again. My words have felt so constricted,so bland. I want to write again, I want to make art with my words again, i want to feel that power rushing through me, like electricity flowing through my blood. My words are all I have. My words are all I need.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
In the beginning
In the beginning, God invented lips.And he gave them words.But when he realized that words just weren't enough.He gave them kisses. And he saw that it was good.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
I tremble
I stand before a lion, and I stare into its eyesI wait before a raging storm, and laugh into the nightAnd even before warriors no fear will I resembleBut when She walked into my world...I trembled.Her voice will make my mind run wildwith fear and apprehensionHer gaze can scare me like a childI'm trapped in Her dimensionAnd what I fear I cannot beatNo fiend does it resemblemy heart I've given Her to keep...oh again... I tremble.
Phantom World
I cannot sleep. I cannot eat, I cannot feel... I am a phantom, in a world of Ghosts. Where words are only so much...ideas but faint streaks of light that make us barely visible in the fog. It is from this shadow world that my heart crys out. It is from this construct that my mind yearns to escape. Into a world of light, of truth, of understanding at a level we could never grasp in our present hollow forms. Do not try to understand, for your mind will pass through understanding just as the hand of a ghosts passes through solid flesh. Your heart cannot be fooled, but what fool would follow his heart blindly? None such spirit exists that which would blind itself to everything it can see to make itself aware of what it cannot. And thus we continue, to embrace the shadow while denying the light. Why why why? Three times our bell will toll. Why why why? And at the end of time...and the beginning of everything else. We will understand, for we will surrender our ghostly visages and pass into the wall rather than through it. And our minds shall be released from our mortal shackles, and we shall laugh bitterly and then die to be reborn by fire.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Heartstring
I'm hanging on, to a heartstring from the ceiling.My body aches, my arm its losing feelingBut despite the pain, I'm holding on tonightBecause for you I'm going to fightYes for you only I'd fightAnd I would die for you, hanging on foreverAnd I will live for you, no matter how longAnd I could cry for you, this bond will not be severedAnd I can give to you, so much more than just this songSo I'm hanging on...to this heartstring from the ceilingBecause its you...that fills my heart with feeling.
Poetry Poetry Poetry
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Inspire me
Inspire me
With your pretty smile
And stay with me to make me laugh
For just a while
Comfort me
With those soft words
You have the most amazing voice
I have ever heard
Talk to me
That is all I need
Girl with just one look at me
You have me on my knees
Praying that you look at me, the way I look at you
Hoping for a miracle, that you would love me too.
You inspire me....
A thousand tears
A thousand tears rain downFrom pretty eyes I recognizeTo fill the earth and drownThe Illusions of a clever lieCan't see much in front of meStanding in the pouring rainThe only light which I could seeFlickered out, and brought the pain
Friday, July 27, 2007
Sepulcre of my thoughts
It is in the stillness of our seclusion, that our true fears come to haunt us. Not ghouls, or terrors of the night, the danger poised by heartache and regret is much more simple and more potent than any nightmarish fiend. Regret is in all our hearts, despite what some might claim. Many fear to regret, for regretting is to admit that we are afraid. We live each day afraid of both the last and the next. Praying our past does not come to chill us in the night, and that dawn will not bring new mistakes to be made.It feels as if we are living in a cell, with walls of cold stone that keep us from the illusive goal of freedom. We no not in what shape or form it exists...but our longing is so real, that it must exist as well and we cannot give up hope. Hope...hope is all that keeps us going then. In the heart of every man and woman there is hope. There is a small voice, perhaps very small, that nevertheless shouts that there must be something more than just this drab interior. That there must be something we cannot understand...something that we must believe in. And yet...this voice...this hope. Its constant whine is more of a tease than a comfort for those who never find their freedom. Who remain without the understanding or the ability to break free of their bonds. And it tortures, and in wreaks havoc in the minds of those who hear it but can do nothing to prove it is any more than a deranged voice inside their own deranged mind. What hope is there for a man whose greatest torment is hope? I cannot tell, but I do not claim to know such things reserved for lofty men. I am but a humble traveler, on the same road as every other soul in this world. In this wretched cage of an existence. Perhaps my hands are not even my own, and whatever wisdom gleaned from them is the work of some higher order. Or perhaps there is no wisdom, and these are simply the ravings of a madman. Whichever, they are words none the less, words that shall be read. And perhaps...decifered. Translated to a meaning of which I never imagined...by a mind far more brilliant than my own. I can only hope for such an event, as I sit here...alone in my own mind. My own cell. Scanning the walls again and again for some crack or hole, through which I could force my way out. But alas, I fear I shall spend my entire life scanning in vain, my heart is jaded, and that of a man's now. A man far to big to fit through any crack or hole. But I will continue...I will hope. Because hope is all I have, hope defines my very existence. Whether this is inspirational or pathetic I do not know. I can only be sure that it is true. And hope again...that I am not as wise as I think myself in my most arrogant moments, and that there is still much to this world, that I do not understand.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Times tables
One times one equals one and only one. No matter how you do the math And you plus you will give you a lonley sum Thats why I never liked the class.Because this equation leaves me emptyThis permutation without you...And if I could rewrite this universe with all its rules...Yes change the rules...Then one times one would equal me and youand two times two could equal that tooand you plus me would be the perfect number. Now thats the math I'd like to do
Friday, July 13, 2007
Wraith of Pain
I cannot scream because my chest is breathless
My strength is sapped; I cannot break these chains
This mask I have been living in is burning
And ive been left to perish in its frame.
This Wraith inside my heart
Is tearing me apart...
This pain is something I could never bear.
And slowly I'm becoming what I've hated
If only there was someone there to care.
Monday, July 02, 2007
All the worlds a dance
Life....is like a dance.You twirl and spin and jump and leap.All in an attempt to create something beautiful. Something full of meaning and worth."But you can't not get hurt."Every day you risk falling, crashing, failing.Is it worth it? In the end?Yes...yes it is.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Criss Cross
Criss Cross, the rivers flow like a raging fire, in the night. Hold me, baby I wanna get swept away, into your eyesAnd I don't know where we're going. And I don't know what to do when we get there. All I know, is that I'm on a journey a journey with you and thats ok with me.
Inspire me
Inspire me
With your pretty smile
And stay with me to make me laugh
For just a while
Comfort me
With those soft words
You have the most amazing voice
I have ever heard
Talk to me
That is all I need
Girl with just one look at me
You have me on my knees
Praying that you look at me, the way I look at you
Hoping for a miracle, that you would love me too.
You inspire me....
A thousand tears
A thousand tears rain downFrom pretty eyes I recognizeTo fill the earth and drownThe Illusions of a clever lieCan't see much in front of meStanding in the pouring rainThe only light which I could seeFlickered out, and brought the pain
Friday, July 27, 2007
Sepulcre of my thoughts
It is in the stillness of our seclusion, that our true fears come to haunt us. Not ghouls, or terrors of the night, the danger poised by heartache and regret is much more simple and more potent than any nightmarish fiend. Regret is in all our hearts, despite what some might claim. Many fear to regret, for regretting is to admit that we are afraid. We live each day afraid of both the last and the next. Praying our past does not come to chill us in the night, and that dawn will not bring new mistakes to be made.It feels as if we are living in a cell, with walls of cold stone that keep us from the illusive goal of freedom. We no not in what shape or form it exists...but our longing is so real, that it must exist as well and we cannot give up hope. Hope...hope is all that keeps us going then. In the heart of every man and woman there is hope. There is a small voice, perhaps very small, that nevertheless shouts that there must be something more than just this drab interior. That there must be something we cannot understand...something that we must believe in. And yet...this voice...this hope. Its constant whine is more of a tease than a comfort for those who never find their freedom. Who remain without the understanding or the ability to break free of their bonds. And it tortures, and in wreaks havoc in the minds of those who hear it but can do nothing to prove it is any more than a deranged voice inside their own deranged mind. What hope is there for a man whose greatest torment is hope? I cannot tell, but I do not claim to know such things reserved for lofty men. I am but a humble traveler, on the same road as every other soul in this world. In this wretched cage of an existence. Perhaps my hands are not even my own, and whatever wisdom gleaned from them is the work of some higher order. Or perhaps there is no wisdom, and these are simply the ravings of a madman. Whichever, they are words none the less, words that shall be read. And perhaps...decifered. Translated to a meaning of which I never imagined...by a mind far more brilliant than my own. I can only hope for such an event, as I sit here...alone in my own mind. My own cell. Scanning the walls again and again for some crack or hole, through which I could force my way out. But alas, I fear I shall spend my entire life scanning in vain, my heart is jaded, and that of a man's now. A man far to big to fit through any crack or hole. But I will continue...I will hope. Because hope is all I have, hope defines my very existence. Whether this is inspirational or pathetic I do not know. I can only be sure that it is true. And hope again...that I am not as wise as I think myself in my most arrogant moments, and that there is still much to this world, that I do not understand.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Times tables
One times one equals one and only one. No matter how you do the math And you plus you will give you a lonley sum Thats why I never liked the class.Because this equation leaves me emptyThis permutation without you...And if I could rewrite this universe with all its rules...Yes change the rules...Then one times one would equal me and youand two times two could equal that tooand you plus me would be the perfect number. Now thats the math I'd like to do
Friday, July 13, 2007
Wraith of Pain
I cannot scream because my chest is breathless
My strength is sapped; I cannot break these chains
This mask I have been living in is burning
And ive been left to perish in its frame.
This Wraith inside my heart
Is tearing me apart...
This pain is something I could never bear.
And slowly I'm becoming what I've hated
If only there was someone there to care.
Monday, July 02, 2007
All the worlds a dance
Life....is like a dance.You twirl and spin and jump and leap.All in an attempt to create something beautiful. Something full of meaning and worth."But you can't not get hurt."Every day you risk falling, crashing, failing.Is it worth it? In the end?Yes...yes it is.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Criss Cross
Criss Cross, the rivers flow like a raging fire, in the night. Hold me, baby I wanna get swept away, into your eyesAnd I don't know where we're going. And I don't know what to do when we get there. All I know, is that I'm on a journey a journey with you and thats ok with me.
Yep, theres more.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Together
You know they say,When then sun gets lazy
And the light gets hazy, And the fireflies come out to play
Together.
That dreams are born, in ones and twos
in shades so close but not quite blue
Its then I go to sit for a bit as they knit themselves
Together.
And watch them scurry off across the sands
in childrens eyes and then their minds
to take hold of their imaginations
Thats what they say,
When the sun gets lazy,
and the light gets hazy,
And fireflies come out to play
Together.
-Castle Woods
Monday, April 09, 2007
Change
Quickly doth the weather change
Quickly do the stars part ways
To predict new futures every day
The only constant is the change
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Love and Hate
The battle lines are drawn...this is where it happens
Love and Hate
Passion and Anger
For so long they intertwined, but no two as powerful as they can exist together indefinatley.
They must come blows, they must see which is king.
Love with her beauty, her seductive smile, her poison. She is the kind the make men waste their lives and love every minute of it.
Anger, with his power, his ferocity. He will not let himself be fooled or tricked, he will not stand by and let himself be led on to his own demise. He will fight until everything else is gone.
They stand facing each other now, waiting for the air between them to crack. They can't stand each other. They need each other. They despise each other. They want each other. Love and Hate are exactly that, what Irony.
Love Strings her bow, Hate draws his sword. Its coming to an end now, and I'm glad, let me be in the misery of love or the agony of hate...I can't stand both at the same time.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Waiting
I'm sitting here wondering when I'll be done, waiting on a girl that never came.I'm thinking that I might be looking kind of dumb, sitting on that corner in the rain Now every time I dare to dream, my heart fills up with fear.Could those lights be her for me? Or just another message filled with tears?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder, if she is jus standing behind me, waiting for me to turn around. And all the while I'm looking dead ahead, and im missing her. I've learned that if you want something you have to go after it with all your heart, even if the probably outcome is your heart breaking...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
In dedication to Chava girl
I open my eyes to a bright new dayThe suns started shining, in just the right wayThe birdie says seven as he flies from my clockYes today I think I just might...wear my blue socks!Yes my Bluue socks! Ive got no other!My blue socks! One and his brother!Will keep my feet warm all day long! Yes i love my bluuue socks! Hahaha!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Does he?
I won't deny, that he's special.
I won't deny, that he's a great guy.
And i won't deny, that he makes you feel, something different inside
But does he make you feel like an angel?
Can he bring a smile your eyes?
Does he treasure you're heart? Can he be apart from you're love?
And does it kill him just to see you cry?
Does it pain him just to hear your sighs of sorrow?
And given the chance would he choose you over life?
...What more can I say?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Miswritten
I'm a story book with too many pages
and too many meanings in between the lines
Where did I forget a page?
When did it become a lie?
I just want to see you smile baby
I just want to hear you laugh...
To be safe and warm in someones arms
Even if they can't be mine...
Please don't cry...my heart will die
...
If I miswrote our beginning, could I write the perfect end?
Friday, February 02, 2007
Speculation
All this time I spent despising
All my days I scorned
I guess in the end its not surprising
The greater man in you was born
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Malika Smiles
Laughter is a joyride, that twirls you round the world. Smiles are so priceless, like hidden secret pearls. And i can think of one smile, which really makes my day, A Malika Smile once per week will keep the blues away.
YoshiMan180: Ta da! A Castle woods production in dedication to you
darkrose569: lmao
darkrose569: i love it!
YoshiMan180: rlly i must say its my best work
darkrose569: seriously the best poem anyone has written me
(Because I'm cool like dat haha)
Together
You know they say,When then sun gets lazy
And the light gets hazy, And the fireflies come out to play
Together.
That dreams are born, in ones and twos
in shades so close but not quite blue
Its then I go to sit for a bit as they knit themselves
Together.
And watch them scurry off across the sands
in childrens eyes and then their minds
to take hold of their imaginations
Thats what they say,
When the sun gets lazy,
and the light gets hazy,
And fireflies come out to play
Together.
-Castle Woods
Monday, April 09, 2007
Change
Quickly doth the weather change
Quickly do the stars part ways
To predict new futures every day
The only constant is the change
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Love and Hate
The battle lines are drawn...this is where it happens
Love and Hate
Passion and Anger
For so long they intertwined, but no two as powerful as they can exist together indefinatley.
They must come blows, they must see which is king.
Love with her beauty, her seductive smile, her poison. She is the kind the make men waste their lives and love every minute of it.
Anger, with his power, his ferocity. He will not let himself be fooled or tricked, he will not stand by and let himself be led on to his own demise. He will fight until everything else is gone.
They stand facing each other now, waiting for the air between them to crack. They can't stand each other. They need each other. They despise each other. They want each other. Love and Hate are exactly that, what Irony.
Love Strings her bow, Hate draws his sword. Its coming to an end now, and I'm glad, let me be in the misery of love or the agony of hate...I can't stand both at the same time.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Waiting
I'm sitting here wondering when I'll be done, waiting on a girl that never came.I'm thinking that I might be looking kind of dumb, sitting on that corner in the rain Now every time I dare to dream, my heart fills up with fear.Could those lights be her for me? Or just another message filled with tears?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder, if she is jus standing behind me, waiting for me to turn around. And all the while I'm looking dead ahead, and im missing her. I've learned that if you want something you have to go after it with all your heart, even if the probably outcome is your heart breaking...
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
In dedication to Chava girl
I open my eyes to a bright new dayThe suns started shining, in just the right wayThe birdie says seven as he flies from my clockYes today I think I just might...wear my blue socks!Yes my Bluue socks! Ive got no other!My blue socks! One and his brother!Will keep my feet warm all day long! Yes i love my bluuue socks! Hahaha!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Does he?
I won't deny, that he's special.
I won't deny, that he's a great guy.
And i won't deny, that he makes you feel, something different inside
But does he make you feel like an angel?
Can he bring a smile your eyes?
Does he treasure you're heart? Can he be apart from you're love?
And does it kill him just to see you cry?
Does it pain him just to hear your sighs of sorrow?
And given the chance would he choose you over life?
...What more can I say?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Miswritten
I'm a story book with too many pages
and too many meanings in between the lines
Where did I forget a page?
When did it become a lie?
I just want to see you smile baby
I just want to hear you laugh...
To be safe and warm in someones arms
Even if they can't be mine...
Please don't cry...my heart will die
...
If I miswrote our beginning, could I write the perfect end?
Friday, February 02, 2007
Speculation
All this time I spent despising
All my days I scorned
I guess in the end its not surprising
The greater man in you was born
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Malika Smiles
Laughter is a joyride, that twirls you round the world. Smiles are so priceless, like hidden secret pearls. And i can think of one smile, which really makes my day, A Malika Smile once per week will keep the blues away.
YoshiMan180: Ta da! A Castle woods production in dedication to you
darkrose569: lmao
darkrose569: i love it!
YoshiMan180: rlly i must say its my best work
darkrose569: seriously the best poem anyone has written me
(Because I'm cool like dat haha)
Yet more poetry
Sunday, January 28, 2007
We are children
We are...
Children
Playing grownup games
-Castle Woods
I can't grasp ahold of the thought that is loose in my mind. Not quite...but i can touch it, momentarily running my fingertips across its back before it dissapears again into a sea of jumbled color. I know one thing, it is what keeps driving me into false reality, my pursuit of it twists me up and lets me spin about in helpless confusion.
We are not as smart as we think we are. We are children, playing grownup games. This universe is not home...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Good Evening Sunshine
Good Evening Sunshine how was your day?
The sky might be falling, but its all ok
Love is something we can't handle, without just a bit of pain
Love is like a burning candle, that has set my life aflame
So no i won't kiss you, there's poison on your lips
But I could not stop you, if you want me dead.
Monday, December 18, 2006
The path to a Dream
Hello there friend, come sit by me along this beaten path.
Don't you worry i'll make room for you, by me in the grass.
I'm tired friend, of the pain that burns across my heaving chest.
The markings of what love can do, are there and do not rest.
Betrayal, heartache, loss and all. Are the drama of failed love.
But still my soul is telling me, that I can rise above.
So now im waiting, for my light, for my dream come true.
Who knows friend, who can tell, that dream just may be you.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
A particular low point of faith
What idiots we all must be. To put faith in each other, to believe in unconditional friendship. A person does what makes them feel good, whether it is loving a friend, believing in a god, or taking complete advantage of everyone around them. No one is selfless, no one sacrafices truly. We work for that feeling that we mean something in the world. And as soon as a person loses significance they are abandoned. A human being will change like lighting to feel wanted and needed and appreciated. And their friends they will abandon all the quicker.
You know who i can't stand?
People who think they dont need anything. People who complain about other people who complain. People who say they can't stand fakies or people who aren't real. People who say they have no regrets. People who say they can't help how they are. People who say they can't help what they do. People who believe that their life is crap, but refuse to come out and complain about it like a normal person making everyone else around them feel guilty and secretly enjoying the feeling. People who play the noble sacraficer. People who actually believe their life would be better if they didn't have to provide for somebody else. People who go on and on and on about how much they love someone but won't admit that they only love because it makes themselves feel good.
And hell yea i know thats me some and most of the times. Hell yea im a hypocrite. But im admitting it, so im one step closer to being better than the rest of the people on earth who don't. You know what im also selfish, and i ENJOY being selfish. Im self righteous and Judgmental. You saying your not? Then your a self righteous judgemental liar. Thank you. Goodbye.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Hmm
I'm just a burnt out match without the fire
A bascket broken without the weave
Can't burn without it
Can't carry weight
A useless intstrument full of hate...
But I can hope for a reason, beyond these two blind eyes
And I can hope for a season, when I will know that my life...
Still a work in progress.....
Friday, November 24, 2006
Emotions
I have a gift. The gift to touch deep into my own soul and bring forth emotions with great power. To create words that are more than words and to bring power to paper with but a pen.What awsome power I have bestowed with, and what and dreadful curse as well. For these emotions rule my existence. Their strength is unrivaled, for they are the tool I use most. They crush all logic and reason, and bring me strength through pure unfettered energy. But they are too strong. My Love is to powerful, it gives and gives and yearns and yearns. It seeks for the perfect companion only to be crushed. But it gets back up to be crushed again like a stubborn fool. The only one to rival love...is Anger. Anger with his fire, Anger with his power to break and destroy my enemies. My best friend and worst enemy. He gives me strength and speed and precision. But steals from me compassion. Mercy is none of his concern, nor is logic or reason. I am fated to be destroyed by my own emotions, my only Hope is that I can create enough beauty with them before I die, that I may be forgiven by those that survive me.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I never knew but me
I never knew an Eagle, that was afraid to fly
I never knew Lion, that was in any manner shy
I never knew a Meadow Lark, that thought it couldn't sing
I never knew a Spider Monkey, that doubted it could swing
For all were built for reasons, only God could have ordained
From fated paths laid down for them, none have ever strayed
So why can I not find my path, why must I be lost?
Into a world of pain and hate, why have I been tossed?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Sky and Ocean
Sky...Ocean....Two grand expanses stretching off out of sight and into the imagination.
How can one not feel small when gazing out into their blue depths?
How can one repress the excitment, of knowing that there is something out there beyond our little worlds
A land to get lost in
A hope for adventure
For man was born to wander
And if he cannot wander in body...he will wander in spirit
If his feet cannot move, his heart will be in turmoil
The greatest remedy to a broken heart, is a grand expanse
Whose ending is unkown
Sky...Ocean...I'm coming.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Another road
Why walk the beaten path of life? So often walked before
When secrets lie in other ways, behind hidden bolted doors
Why settle for a future? Where everything is set for me?
When i could lose myself along a road of mystery.
Why drink a cup of tastelessness?
Why bite the plain baked bread?
When a feast of kings resides, where few will dare to tred
I don't think I can live the way, of the safe and the secure
My walkers feet don't like a path, unless its ends unsure
Some think i am unwise, and I cannot disagree
But down that way of endless bore, no wisdom waits for me
Instead I'll take a journey, of danger and of fire
To find what I am yearning for, to quench my souls desire
-Castle Woods
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Riverboat love
Love is like a weary passenger
Floating upstream on a tired awkward ferry
With a straw hat to shade his eyes
He sits upon the deck with an old wooden flute
And plays for the passing happy boats as they bob on by
And his song whispers strength to those who hear
"Play louder! Play louder!" they cry
Play to chase away our fears
So he does with an extra vigor
and pipes a melodious rhythm
but soon they sail on by
to bluer skies
and he sits out of breath and still so alone
That is love
a riverboat player, pushing upstream
a traveler lost, and without home
We are children
We are...
Children
Playing grownup games
-Castle Woods
I can't grasp ahold of the thought that is loose in my mind. Not quite...but i can touch it, momentarily running my fingertips across its back before it dissapears again into a sea of jumbled color. I know one thing, it is what keeps driving me into false reality, my pursuit of it twists me up and lets me spin about in helpless confusion.
We are not as smart as we think we are. We are children, playing grownup games. This universe is not home...
Friday, January 05, 2007
Good Evening Sunshine
Good Evening Sunshine how was your day?
The sky might be falling, but its all ok
Love is something we can't handle, without just a bit of pain
Love is like a burning candle, that has set my life aflame
So no i won't kiss you, there's poison on your lips
But I could not stop you, if you want me dead.
Monday, December 18, 2006
The path to a Dream
Hello there friend, come sit by me along this beaten path.
Don't you worry i'll make room for you, by me in the grass.
I'm tired friend, of the pain that burns across my heaving chest.
The markings of what love can do, are there and do not rest.
Betrayal, heartache, loss and all. Are the drama of failed love.
But still my soul is telling me, that I can rise above.
So now im waiting, for my light, for my dream come true.
Who knows friend, who can tell, that dream just may be you.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
A particular low point of faith
What idiots we all must be. To put faith in each other, to believe in unconditional friendship. A person does what makes them feel good, whether it is loving a friend, believing in a god, or taking complete advantage of everyone around them. No one is selfless, no one sacrafices truly. We work for that feeling that we mean something in the world. And as soon as a person loses significance they are abandoned. A human being will change like lighting to feel wanted and needed and appreciated. And their friends they will abandon all the quicker.
You know who i can't stand?
People who think they dont need anything. People who complain about other people who complain. People who say they can't stand fakies or people who aren't real. People who say they have no regrets. People who say they can't help how they are. People who say they can't help what they do. People who believe that their life is crap, but refuse to come out and complain about it like a normal person making everyone else around them feel guilty and secretly enjoying the feeling. People who play the noble sacraficer. People who actually believe their life would be better if they didn't have to provide for somebody else. People who go on and on and on about how much they love someone but won't admit that they only love because it makes themselves feel good.
And hell yea i know thats me some and most of the times. Hell yea im a hypocrite. But im admitting it, so im one step closer to being better than the rest of the people on earth who don't. You know what im also selfish, and i ENJOY being selfish. Im self righteous and Judgmental. You saying your not? Then your a self righteous judgemental liar. Thank you. Goodbye.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Hmm
I'm just a burnt out match without the fire
A bascket broken without the weave
Can't burn without it
Can't carry weight
A useless intstrument full of hate...
But I can hope for a reason, beyond these two blind eyes
And I can hope for a season, when I will know that my life...
Still a work in progress.....
Friday, November 24, 2006
Emotions
I have a gift. The gift to touch deep into my own soul and bring forth emotions with great power. To create words that are more than words and to bring power to paper with but a pen.What awsome power I have bestowed with, and what and dreadful curse as well. For these emotions rule my existence. Their strength is unrivaled, for they are the tool I use most. They crush all logic and reason, and bring me strength through pure unfettered energy. But they are too strong. My Love is to powerful, it gives and gives and yearns and yearns. It seeks for the perfect companion only to be crushed. But it gets back up to be crushed again like a stubborn fool. The only one to rival love...is Anger. Anger with his fire, Anger with his power to break and destroy my enemies. My best friend and worst enemy. He gives me strength and speed and precision. But steals from me compassion. Mercy is none of his concern, nor is logic or reason. I am fated to be destroyed by my own emotions, my only Hope is that I can create enough beauty with them before I die, that I may be forgiven by those that survive me.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
I never knew but me
I never knew an Eagle, that was afraid to fly
I never knew Lion, that was in any manner shy
I never knew a Meadow Lark, that thought it couldn't sing
I never knew a Spider Monkey, that doubted it could swing
For all were built for reasons, only God could have ordained
From fated paths laid down for them, none have ever strayed
So why can I not find my path, why must I be lost?
Into a world of pain and hate, why have I been tossed?
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Sky and Ocean
Sky...Ocean....Two grand expanses stretching off out of sight and into the imagination.
How can one not feel small when gazing out into their blue depths?
How can one repress the excitment, of knowing that there is something out there beyond our little worlds
A land to get lost in
A hope for adventure
For man was born to wander
And if he cannot wander in body...he will wander in spirit
If his feet cannot move, his heart will be in turmoil
The greatest remedy to a broken heart, is a grand expanse
Whose ending is unkown
Sky...Ocean...I'm coming.
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Another road
Why walk the beaten path of life? So often walked before
When secrets lie in other ways, behind hidden bolted doors
Why settle for a future? Where everything is set for me?
When i could lose myself along a road of mystery.
Why drink a cup of tastelessness?
Why bite the plain baked bread?
When a feast of kings resides, where few will dare to tred
I don't think I can live the way, of the safe and the secure
My walkers feet don't like a path, unless its ends unsure
Some think i am unwise, and I cannot disagree
But down that way of endless bore, no wisdom waits for me
Instead I'll take a journey, of danger and of fire
To find what I am yearning for, to quench my souls desire
-Castle Woods
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Riverboat love
Love is like a weary passenger
Floating upstream on a tired awkward ferry
With a straw hat to shade his eyes
He sits upon the deck with an old wooden flute
And plays for the passing happy boats as they bob on by
And his song whispers strength to those who hear
"Play louder! Play louder!" they cry
Play to chase away our fears
So he does with an extra vigor
and pipes a melodious rhythm
but soon they sail on by
to bluer skies
and he sits out of breath and still so alone
That is love
a riverboat player, pushing upstream
a traveler lost, and without home
More Poetry
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Mystery on a twilight blanket
Mystery on a twilight blanket
Spirits dashed across the sky
Which way is heaven? Up or Down?
Or is it here tonight?
Freeze the flashing pattern
clip the wings of time
see the beauty in the blue
and twilight stories may yet come true
The art of writing
There is an art to writing, but not in the same manner as many people tend to imagine.There are no clever tricks, no concepts or skills that must be mastered.The art rather, is discovering a method to which you can unleash.
Unleash the creativity inside your mind
Unleash the emotion inside your heart
Unleash the energy inside your soul
But like any trapped beast, one must be careful when setting it loose. Because if you aren't, it will overwhelm you, and it will consume you in your entirety.
Simply Be
In silent peace we play a simple melody, humming out a tune not audible but to our hearts.
Its purpose thus to speak in tones that ought to be, as soft as crystal symphanies sung by midnight larks
To simply be, to breathe a breath free from heavy thoughts
Is like a river breaking through, to soothe a thirsting heart
Closing eyes, block out the world, on inward things shed light
And open to the air a soul, longing to take flight.
Monday, October 23, 2006
In the end
In the end, we are but fragile shells being tossed about in a vast angry ocean.
In the end, we can't do much more than pray that we will find a safe shore
In the end, we won't always be able to rely on those we love to tow us to harbor
In the end, we will always lose...
But who gives a damn about the end, we're living for the now and as long as we are always living for the now, it will never be the end. Love that girl who can't love you the same way. Fight the fight you can't win. Chase those uncatchable dreams. We live for the present, not for the end. Or we do not live at all.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Something to think about
Every story has a beginning and an end. For there is no story without a beginning, and after that the end is inevitable. So what is it, that makes ones story unique? There are billions written each day, in the world. What makes the monotonous words written down in time by the pen of your life worth any more than random scratches in an ongoing wall of concrete. What makes it a work of art? Some would say nothing...others would say everything. What do I say? I say that your all fooling yourselves, because at the end of that wall there is nothing but rubble, and its crumbling not being built. One day the whole thing will collapse, along with all of its stories, no matter how magnificent. No...what you have to do, is forget the wall and look to the sky. The endless canvas where someone saw fit to paint the stars...to paint their story. Maybe instead of focusing on carving your name so it will last until the end of time, you should instead attempt to stroke it among the stars, and ingrain it into the very fibers of eternity.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Magic
The magic isn't in the air. It isn't in the earth or the rocks. It isn't even in that clear blue water your so mystified by...
The magic, is in you my dear. In your skin as it feels that breeze, in your fingers as you rub the red dirt between them. In your eyes, as they take you into the depths of that shallow oasis. And every time I look at you...I'm reminded of the magic. And I smile...I smile and I laugh. Because thats what you do for me, thats what you are for me.
Magic.
-Castle Woods
Dedicated to Lauren
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Just some odd thing
Remember me kid? That song you used to sing, in the old days when the sun didn't shine through solemn shades. Yea those were the days. When you smiled a lot, and whistled too. Whistled a tune that drove away blues, like an oncoming wave. Yea those were the days. They don't have to be over, you know it yourself. Just because times took its toll, heck you ain't broke. So a girl didn't love ya, so you failed some odd test. This isn't your all, come on give it your best. You're better than this, hold your head high. Say hello to the future, and to sadness, goodbye.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Lets be bad guys
Lets saddle up the boys, and go ride ruckes round the town.
Lets rob some banks, and shoot some men, cause mayhem all round.
Yea we're the bad guys, wanna dance, we'll put you in your place
We'll make your life a misery, because the world we hate
Course you don't know the troubles that men like us go through
You sit in all your happy boats and judge us all so soon
We were justice holding men all once, before fate picked us to lose
Now kicked out in the wilderness, we've picked up our walking shoes
So we're the ones you have to fear, when you sleep at night
We can't help what we are, this is our lot in life
Yes we're the dastard doers in all those fairy tales
Cept this aint no story book darlin, and we don't aim to bail
Realitys quite kind to us, the devil and our kind
The same world that destroyed our good, our evil in it shines
So aurevoir mon amie, i'm off to be the bad guy.
Mystery on a twilight blanket
Mystery on a twilight blanket
Spirits dashed across the sky
Which way is heaven? Up or Down?
Or is it here tonight?
Freeze the flashing pattern
clip the wings of time
see the beauty in the blue
and twilight stories may yet come true
The art of writing
There is an art to writing, but not in the same manner as many people tend to imagine.There are no clever tricks, no concepts or skills that must be mastered.The art rather, is discovering a method to which you can unleash.
Unleash the creativity inside your mind
Unleash the emotion inside your heart
Unleash the energy inside your soul
But like any trapped beast, one must be careful when setting it loose. Because if you aren't, it will overwhelm you, and it will consume you in your entirety.
Simply Be
In silent peace we play a simple melody, humming out a tune not audible but to our hearts.
Its purpose thus to speak in tones that ought to be, as soft as crystal symphanies sung by midnight larks
To simply be, to breathe a breath free from heavy thoughts
Is like a river breaking through, to soothe a thirsting heart
Closing eyes, block out the world, on inward things shed light
And open to the air a soul, longing to take flight.
Monday, October 23, 2006
In the end
In the end, we are but fragile shells being tossed about in a vast angry ocean.
In the end, we can't do much more than pray that we will find a safe shore
In the end, we won't always be able to rely on those we love to tow us to harbor
In the end, we will always lose...
But who gives a damn about the end, we're living for the now and as long as we are always living for the now, it will never be the end. Love that girl who can't love you the same way. Fight the fight you can't win. Chase those uncatchable dreams. We live for the present, not for the end. Or we do not live at all.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Something to think about
Every story has a beginning and an end. For there is no story without a beginning, and after that the end is inevitable. So what is it, that makes ones story unique? There are billions written each day, in the world. What makes the monotonous words written down in time by the pen of your life worth any more than random scratches in an ongoing wall of concrete. What makes it a work of art? Some would say nothing...others would say everything. What do I say? I say that your all fooling yourselves, because at the end of that wall there is nothing but rubble, and its crumbling not being built. One day the whole thing will collapse, along with all of its stories, no matter how magnificent. No...what you have to do, is forget the wall and look to the sky. The endless canvas where someone saw fit to paint the stars...to paint their story. Maybe instead of focusing on carving your name so it will last until the end of time, you should instead attempt to stroke it among the stars, and ingrain it into the very fibers of eternity.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Magic
The magic isn't in the air. It isn't in the earth or the rocks. It isn't even in that clear blue water your so mystified by...
The magic, is in you my dear. In your skin as it feels that breeze, in your fingers as you rub the red dirt between them. In your eyes, as they take you into the depths of that shallow oasis. And every time I look at you...I'm reminded of the magic. And I smile...I smile and I laugh. Because thats what you do for me, thats what you are for me.
Magic.
-Castle Woods
Dedicated to Lauren
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Just some odd thing
Remember me kid? That song you used to sing, in the old days when the sun didn't shine through solemn shades. Yea those were the days. When you smiled a lot, and whistled too. Whistled a tune that drove away blues, like an oncoming wave. Yea those were the days. They don't have to be over, you know it yourself. Just because times took its toll, heck you ain't broke. So a girl didn't love ya, so you failed some odd test. This isn't your all, come on give it your best. You're better than this, hold your head high. Say hello to the future, and to sadness, goodbye.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Lets be bad guys
Lets saddle up the boys, and go ride ruckes round the town.
Lets rob some banks, and shoot some men, cause mayhem all round.
Yea we're the bad guys, wanna dance, we'll put you in your place
We'll make your life a misery, because the world we hate
Course you don't know the troubles that men like us go through
You sit in all your happy boats and judge us all so soon
We were justice holding men all once, before fate picked us to lose
Now kicked out in the wilderness, we've picked up our walking shoes
So we're the ones you have to fear, when you sleep at night
We can't help what we are, this is our lot in life
Yes we're the dastard doers in all those fairy tales
Cept this aint no story book darlin, and we don't aim to bail
Realitys quite kind to us, the devil and our kind
The same world that destroyed our good, our evil in it shines
So aurevoir mon amie, i'm off to be the bad guy.
More Poetry
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Your fight
White light. Shines bright, the worlds gonna try to blind you boy. Right, left, swerve, jab. Its going for the the knockout. But you just gotta block out. No pain no gain, well lets give em some gain. Bring it in fast, touch em hard in all the wrong places. Don't stop until they wish they were dead, don't bow unless they swing for your head, give em hell and send em to heaven riding with birds and sirens.
Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Don't let them turn you, don't let them shake you up, step out of the box and laugh. You own this bout, and it ain't over until the fat lady's voice is gone and the fire is too tired to burn. But not you, you're still gonna be blazin. Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Now get out there...and bury them.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Hmm...so emo.
im tired of trying, all the while dying. Tired of trying to pull near.
This is the end, goobye my friend. This hurt it burns through straight to the bone.
And since you don't care, i would rather do this on my own.
So take your excuse, pack up and go,
i don't want you here, at least i won't say it
now get out of my soul...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Warrior
Do your duty, stand your post, die for your cause, your way. That is Honor. And honor is what makes us men. If called to die by our master, should we not do it with joy? What good is a world full of creatures that care nothing but for themselves, such is a useless lot. Pointless in life and death, no better than mosquitoes, a nuisance to all life around them. A man has a purpose, a plan, a mission. And he must follow that way, else he become an abomination. A man does not live for himself, but for his master. We are all slaves to something, and we must serve that, or be useless. But we have a choice. We have one choice. We may choose our master. And if we choose wisley a man will have purpose in love and wholeness. But to choose wrongly is better to not choose at all. To live for a master who is evil is better than to live for no master. Without a mission, without a way. You are pointless, and your existence is pointless, and you are worthless. Honor is everything, this is the way of a warrior. And what are we if not warriors?
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Love
What is love? Im curious to see how ppl interpret with words this word that really means more than words can explain. And how they express through emotion the feeling that is beyond words and cannot be put into them. It also intrests me that people use it so carelessly. People including myself, its easy for us to tack on the "love ya!" Or "Lots of love" or "Mucho love" at the end of a letter or message without really meaning it. Or understanding what meaning it is. In contrast it is much harder to say it, its consequences seem a lot more real when actually heard spoken through someones lips. And it is often mumbled softly or quickly right before someone leaves or hangs up the phone. I'm condemning no one, just wondering, what is this anoumouly we call love. and is there a correct time to use it and an incorrect? is misusing it really all that bad? Does it even matter at all, I would like some responses. They dont even have to adress the issues i have brought up, just tell me what you think. Thanks
Monday, July 24, 2006
That Guy
He is the guy who you will go to, when your other one has gone.
His is the shoulder you will lean on, when everything goes wrong
He will ask for nothing, and give you all
He will listen when you need to talk, catch you when you need to fall
He will bear a burden tis his fate, to love so much it causes pain
And then youll thank him, and then youll leave, your mistakes off to repeat
but you can because he's the man who will be there when you fall again.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Blue
Oh dear blue I call to you, as you have called to me.
Your rippling tides, your great divide, my longing to be free
To lose myself in the iris of your shorely gaze, in dreams of far off fantasy
Is my hearts longing, hear it songing, to catch the wind and come to thee
Oh blue oh blue what shall we do, for we are far from near
The oceans how they think of you, all those that now do hear
but we know oh yes and secret shall we keep your majestic majesty.
Oh dear blue I love to you, as you have loved to me.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Sometimes thoughts come out as words
Its not the good things that make you think. No one sits down to ponder when they are having fun, or when they are with that special someone, eating an ice cream cone. No one bothers to sit back and really soak in the moment. Its only later that you realize it happened. Realize how much you should have made it last longer. I geuss no one really has time to think like that during the good times. When your home though, when your sitting there, alone...you have time. Too much time. Time enough to ponder yourself crazy. Its why things like T.V. and the internet make such a killing, ppl want to be distracted, they don't want to think. Maybe thats normal, maybe thats just the way we're wired. Maybe the world isn't supposed to be understandable. Or maybe in the past 100 years we have just gone completley insane. What they think if they met us? Our ancestors. I doubt they would like us very much, or understand, and why should they? We are a self destructive, emotion repressive, ever consuming, hardly producing, race of selfish bastards. The only time we really feel alive is when we catch that spark with that someone...it always comes back to them. I'm not going to do it...i'm not going to live like them. I won't, I refuse. I'm not getting a dayjob, im not growing up to raise a nice family and a good salary and just cruise through as safely as possible. No way in hell. NO WAY IN HELL! I'm out of here, im going to Africa, Europe, Asia, heck i would hit Iraq if it meant getting out of here. Its not that i hate this country, I love America. I'm just not fond of most of the people in it. There are a certain few that mean something to me...mean a lot to me. I doubt they would want to come with me, but i can't stay. Not here, anywhere but here. Where its safe, where my food comes from a shelf. And where my heat comes from a machine. And where i don't have to worry. Because if i'm not worrying...im watching tv or im on the internet. Because i don't want to think because...it always comes back to her.
Friday, June 23, 2006
High on music
When I sit here, I wonder.
I breathe in the serenity of the night
The peace of the world. It seems so chaotic, but it knows what its doing.
Because chaos is its order. Disorder is its structure
sometimes i think i should follow the universes example
and give up on trying to control life
to carve my own path
why not just leave the path
and wander off into the wilderness
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Jesus Rock
What is this salvation? What is this serenity so soothing so successfull sailing through the sliding sections of my, mind.
What is this design? Thats designated doing does deliver me from dying when I make a drastic tempt to deny?
OH can't you feel it coursing through your veins!? Can't you see it outlined in the rain!? So beautiful it drives me half insane! But don't worry...i like it. ;-)
What is this condition? keeps constantly convicting my concience to committen that i cannot keep on quitten this time
Is this my life's mission? Making miracles not magic more than any man can magine moreover showing mystical signs.
I can feel it soaring all around, I can hear its holy sound! Nothing can stop my Christ now! So don't even try!
This high! So fly! Can't stop! LETS ROCK! For Jesus is the savior of my LIFE! HU RAH!
Your fight
White light. Shines bright, the worlds gonna try to blind you boy. Right, left, swerve, jab. Its going for the the knockout. But you just gotta block out. No pain no gain, well lets give em some gain. Bring it in fast, touch em hard in all the wrong places. Don't stop until they wish they were dead, don't bow unless they swing for your head, give em hell and send em to heaven riding with birds and sirens.
Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Don't let them turn you, don't let them shake you up, step out of the box and laugh. You own this bout, and it ain't over until the fat lady's voice is gone and the fire is too tired to burn. But not you, you're still gonna be blazin. Because this is your life, your world, your fight. Now get out there...and bury them.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Hmm...so emo.
im tired of trying, all the while dying. Tired of trying to pull near.
This is the end, goobye my friend. This hurt it burns through straight to the bone.
And since you don't care, i would rather do this on my own.
So take your excuse, pack up and go,
i don't want you here, at least i won't say it
now get out of my soul...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Warrior
Do your duty, stand your post, die for your cause, your way. That is Honor. And honor is what makes us men. If called to die by our master, should we not do it with joy? What good is a world full of creatures that care nothing but for themselves, such is a useless lot. Pointless in life and death, no better than mosquitoes, a nuisance to all life around them. A man has a purpose, a plan, a mission. And he must follow that way, else he become an abomination. A man does not live for himself, but for his master. We are all slaves to something, and we must serve that, or be useless. But we have a choice. We have one choice. We may choose our master. And if we choose wisley a man will have purpose in love and wholeness. But to choose wrongly is better to not choose at all. To live for a master who is evil is better than to live for no master. Without a mission, without a way. You are pointless, and your existence is pointless, and you are worthless. Honor is everything, this is the way of a warrior. And what are we if not warriors?
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Love
What is love? Im curious to see how ppl interpret with words this word that really means more than words can explain. And how they express through emotion the feeling that is beyond words and cannot be put into them. It also intrests me that people use it so carelessly. People including myself, its easy for us to tack on the "love ya!" Or "Lots of love" or "Mucho love" at the end of a letter or message without really meaning it. Or understanding what meaning it is. In contrast it is much harder to say it, its consequences seem a lot more real when actually heard spoken through someones lips. And it is often mumbled softly or quickly right before someone leaves or hangs up the phone. I'm condemning no one, just wondering, what is this anoumouly we call love. and is there a correct time to use it and an incorrect? is misusing it really all that bad? Does it even matter at all, I would like some responses. They dont even have to adress the issues i have brought up, just tell me what you think. Thanks
Monday, July 24, 2006
That Guy
He is the guy who you will go to, when your other one has gone.
His is the shoulder you will lean on, when everything goes wrong
He will ask for nothing, and give you all
He will listen when you need to talk, catch you when you need to fall
He will bear a burden tis his fate, to love so much it causes pain
And then youll thank him, and then youll leave, your mistakes off to repeat
but you can because he's the man who will be there when you fall again.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Blue
Oh dear blue I call to you, as you have called to me.
Your rippling tides, your great divide, my longing to be free
To lose myself in the iris of your shorely gaze, in dreams of far off fantasy
Is my hearts longing, hear it songing, to catch the wind and come to thee
Oh blue oh blue what shall we do, for we are far from near
The oceans how they think of you, all those that now do hear
but we know oh yes and secret shall we keep your majestic majesty.
Oh dear blue I love to you, as you have loved to me.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Sometimes thoughts come out as words
Its not the good things that make you think. No one sits down to ponder when they are having fun, or when they are with that special someone, eating an ice cream cone. No one bothers to sit back and really soak in the moment. Its only later that you realize it happened. Realize how much you should have made it last longer. I geuss no one really has time to think like that during the good times. When your home though, when your sitting there, alone...you have time. Too much time. Time enough to ponder yourself crazy. Its why things like T.V. and the internet make such a killing, ppl want to be distracted, they don't want to think. Maybe thats normal, maybe thats just the way we're wired. Maybe the world isn't supposed to be understandable. Or maybe in the past 100 years we have just gone completley insane. What they think if they met us? Our ancestors. I doubt they would like us very much, or understand, and why should they? We are a self destructive, emotion repressive, ever consuming, hardly producing, race of selfish bastards. The only time we really feel alive is when we catch that spark with that someone...it always comes back to them. I'm not going to do it...i'm not going to live like them. I won't, I refuse. I'm not getting a dayjob, im not growing up to raise a nice family and a good salary and just cruise through as safely as possible. No way in hell. NO WAY IN HELL! I'm out of here, im going to Africa, Europe, Asia, heck i would hit Iraq if it meant getting out of here. Its not that i hate this country, I love America. I'm just not fond of most of the people in it. There are a certain few that mean something to me...mean a lot to me. I doubt they would want to come with me, but i can't stay. Not here, anywhere but here. Where its safe, where my food comes from a shelf. And where my heat comes from a machine. And where i don't have to worry. Because if i'm not worrying...im watching tv or im on the internet. Because i don't want to think because...it always comes back to her.
Friday, June 23, 2006
High on music
When I sit here, I wonder.
I breathe in the serenity of the night
The peace of the world. It seems so chaotic, but it knows what its doing.
Because chaos is its order. Disorder is its structure
sometimes i think i should follow the universes example
and give up on trying to control life
to carve my own path
why not just leave the path
and wander off into the wilderness
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Jesus Rock
What is this salvation? What is this serenity so soothing so successfull sailing through the sliding sections of my, mind.
What is this design? Thats designated doing does deliver me from dying when I make a drastic tempt to deny?
OH can't you feel it coursing through your veins!? Can't you see it outlined in the rain!? So beautiful it drives me half insane! But don't worry...i like it. ;-)
What is this condition? keeps constantly convicting my concience to committen that i cannot keep on quitten this time
Is this my life's mission? Making miracles not magic more than any man can magine moreover showing mystical signs.
I can feel it soaring all around, I can hear its holy sound! Nothing can stop my Christ now! So don't even try!
This high! So fly! Can't stop! LETS ROCK! For Jesus is the savior of my LIFE! HU RAH!
Poetry
This is the first set of poems brought over from myspace. You can find them there and comment them individually. As it is, I can't post each poem here individually because it would take a century. When commenting and critiquing just be sure to clarify which poem (or poems :P) you're commenting on. Thanks a bajillion and two!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Twilight sets
Twilight sets, my mind wanders off, to a place where the grass cannot get any greener.
I sit back, and I stare in the distance, I look to the sky and wish you were nearer to me.
Oh sing me the tune, that I want to hear, play me a melody that I most hold dear.
It isn't a long one nor is it that new.
Its three simple words.
I love you
-Castle Woods
Monday, June 05, 2006
Yours
The faces from a story book haunt my nastolgic mind.
They flitter past like tattered cloth in a hurricane of thought
But one stands out, it catches my eye, every other time in time...
It whispers in a voice that hypnotizes my soul
It draws me into feelings that threaten to destroy this body which cannot hold them all.
I fight. I fight like hell against my failing heart.
that yearns to break this hard exter and give you everything.
But that will not do, no fool would be that smart.
Fresh pain as you fetter past again. Fresh love that breaks my cool control, and makes me yours.
Friday, June 02, 2006
A song of bleeding healing
Bleeding out my hollow heart, emotion does run free.
With ears of love and tears of rage it listens to her sing.
The simple words that crush the mind, unleash the fire in me.
To my existence, to my core, now frozen all my suffering.
Through burning pain, it breaks my chains, and molds the hardened shell you see.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Dreams
Oh forlorn youth, wilt I waste thou precious years on foolish games and idle songs? My spirit yearns to break hard these chains that hold its will, to slip from shadows into light and breath true air beyond this rusty metropolis of order. My heart it begs for a demon, a foe, a beast of some dark pleasure to bear its ugly fangs and bear down on some poor soul. That I may draw my quest, and with my brave shout and my sword, give victories cold bastard brother to the dark one. Then with hard worn hands like velvet silk take my love into my arms, and hold her beauty ever in the presence of my eyes. Thus is what i dream of. But my dreams are fools that come to dance when i am not so bothered with the troubled world, then perhaps one day a fool may make a name of himself, and change harsh reality into harsh reality less harsher.
-Castle Woods
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
My hymn to thee
I heard a thought float through the air
It fluttered through my tattered hair
Into my head and on my brain
and in my mind it left a stain
Twas an inkling about life
of love and hope of pain and strife
a soundless song by terra symphony
that will FOREVER live.
My hymn to thee.
Friday, April 28, 2006
The Noble Fly
There once lived a man who boasted grand about his faulty strengths.
His shortcomings, so forthcoming he spoke of at great length
He could tear apart an evil creature, or any beast most hated
that is to say, if at first, the monster was sedated.
He could run as fast as the wind can fly, or move or speed or chase.
of course when he refered to wind, he meant in indoor places.
His eyes as sharp as hawks, brightened shadows like the dawn
and all he needed to see the world, was to put his glasses on
HA HA THE FOOL, the world did laugh when it saw this, funny man.
The hours you could survive this earth may be counted on one hand.
But proudly held was the head of this pridless hero
he would not believe when the world said his worth was next to zero
He cried "I have heard your challenges! Yes i have heard them all!"
so spin your web of lies oh world, spin them big and small
For I, the humble, noble fly, will no doubt evade them all.
Monday, April 24, 2006
A darkness unfufilled.
The serene flow of heartless rage, the peace which breeds this hatred.
A heart that yearns to bask in light, of that dark unholy sunfire
Will burn with with holy fury of a thousand dieing suns.
I do not serve the dark or light, nor any shade of grey. But searing night that blinds the sight, of rot that fears its blaze.
My purpose is as clear as water, but covered up with steam. I am the bane to all earth's nightmares; reality to its dreams. Fear my compassion, love my hate.
This is a darkness unfufilled, from the deepest depths of my shallow heart. And like the soul it cannot be freed, until it is torn apart.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Just a poem.
I saw you.
At the stream, when i was walking
In the town, while i was talking.
In the dark, as i closed my eyes.
Your love is a special kind, a kind that grows, that changes. That flows like cool water, and then erupts in passionate flame. You hold me with your gaze, you kiss me with your voice, you soothe me from afar. A distant lover, who does not tease nor jest, but blesses me with everything i need, instead of spoiling me with wants.
My words are lost in my head, but i know that you do not need them. Thank you, for being there when i need you, in the way i need you, with love and hope, with purity and honor. My gift to you sweet friend.
-Castle Woods
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Twilight sets
Twilight sets, my mind wanders off, to a place where the grass cannot get any greener.
I sit back, and I stare in the distance, I look to the sky and wish you were nearer to me.
Oh sing me the tune, that I want to hear, play me a melody that I most hold dear.
It isn't a long one nor is it that new.
Its three simple words.
I love you
-Castle Woods
Monday, June 05, 2006
Yours
The faces from a story book haunt my nastolgic mind.
They flitter past like tattered cloth in a hurricane of thought
But one stands out, it catches my eye, every other time in time...
It whispers in a voice that hypnotizes my soul
It draws me into feelings that threaten to destroy this body which cannot hold them all.
I fight. I fight like hell against my failing heart.
that yearns to break this hard exter and give you everything.
But that will not do, no fool would be that smart.
Fresh pain as you fetter past again. Fresh love that breaks my cool control, and makes me yours.
Friday, June 02, 2006
A song of bleeding healing
Bleeding out my hollow heart, emotion does run free.
With ears of love and tears of rage it listens to her sing.
The simple words that crush the mind, unleash the fire in me.
To my existence, to my core, now frozen all my suffering.
Through burning pain, it breaks my chains, and molds the hardened shell you see.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Dreams
Oh forlorn youth, wilt I waste thou precious years on foolish games and idle songs? My spirit yearns to break hard these chains that hold its will, to slip from shadows into light and breath true air beyond this rusty metropolis of order. My heart it begs for a demon, a foe, a beast of some dark pleasure to bear its ugly fangs and bear down on some poor soul. That I may draw my quest, and with my brave shout and my sword, give victories cold bastard brother to the dark one. Then with hard worn hands like velvet silk take my love into my arms, and hold her beauty ever in the presence of my eyes. Thus is what i dream of. But my dreams are fools that come to dance when i am not so bothered with the troubled world, then perhaps one day a fool may make a name of himself, and change harsh reality into harsh reality less harsher.
-Castle Woods
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
My hymn to thee
I heard a thought float through the air
It fluttered through my tattered hair
Into my head and on my brain
and in my mind it left a stain
Twas an inkling about life
of love and hope of pain and strife
a soundless song by terra symphony
that will FOREVER live.
My hymn to thee.
Friday, April 28, 2006
The Noble Fly
There once lived a man who boasted grand about his faulty strengths.
His shortcomings, so forthcoming he spoke of at great length
He could tear apart an evil creature, or any beast most hated
that is to say, if at first, the monster was sedated.
He could run as fast as the wind can fly, or move or speed or chase.
of course when he refered to wind, he meant in indoor places.
His eyes as sharp as hawks, brightened shadows like the dawn
and all he needed to see the world, was to put his glasses on
HA HA THE FOOL, the world did laugh when it saw this, funny man.
The hours you could survive this earth may be counted on one hand.
But proudly held was the head of this pridless hero
he would not believe when the world said his worth was next to zero
He cried "I have heard your challenges! Yes i have heard them all!"
so spin your web of lies oh world, spin them big and small
For I, the humble, noble fly, will no doubt evade them all.
Monday, April 24, 2006
A darkness unfufilled.
The serene flow of heartless rage, the peace which breeds this hatred.
A heart that yearns to bask in light, of that dark unholy sunfire
Will burn with with holy fury of a thousand dieing suns.
I do not serve the dark or light, nor any shade of grey. But searing night that blinds the sight, of rot that fears its blaze.
My purpose is as clear as water, but covered up with steam. I am the bane to all earth's nightmares; reality to its dreams. Fear my compassion, love my hate.
This is a darkness unfufilled, from the deepest depths of my shallow heart. And like the soul it cannot be freed, until it is torn apart.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Just a poem.
I saw you.
At the stream, when i was walking
In the town, while i was talking.
In the dark, as i closed my eyes.
Your love is a special kind, a kind that grows, that changes. That flows like cool water, and then erupts in passionate flame. You hold me with your gaze, you kiss me with your voice, you soothe me from afar. A distant lover, who does not tease nor jest, but blesses me with everything i need, instead of spoiling me with wants.
My words are lost in my head, but i know that you do not need them. Thank you, for being there when i need you, in the way i need you, with love and hope, with purity and honor. My gift to you sweet friend.
-Castle Woods
The first blog
Alright folks, I'm using this blog not only to post how my general existence is going but also to help further publish my poetry for public critique. Thus the following blogs are going to contain mostly poetry that is also available at my myspace. I hope you enjoy it and feel welcome to tell me what you think of it. Good or bad. Thanks!
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