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