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