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.