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.