I am a poet, and you are my muse
the things you do to me, are the things I can use
heal me or hurt me, it's your job to choose
don't matter to me, whether it's win or it's lose
WanderingWondering and wandering, what place to rest the search?
Outer space or inner mind, each yields a separate perch
Like wings aloft among clouds so soft, plummeting to the earth
when the two combine, and intertwine, true flight shall have birth
Ode To RockI'm tired of lying in the sunshine
and staying home to watch the rain
I cannot sit by while castles burn
and that wheel in the sky - it keeps on turnin'
lives are spent
while steel is bent
to mold a new song
so I'm goin' down by the river
goin' down, goin' down, goin' down now
with a gun in my hand
waiting for the ricochet
like a blind man shooting at the world
gonna carve myself a new stone
but ain't gonna carry it alone
if you join in my song
then it won't be long
rock will surely reclaim the throne
Rhyming WayI have an obsession with rhyming
the problem lies not in the timing
surely it must sound absurd
when I try to put thought into word
Naked Against The Stonenaked against the stone
wish you would leave me alone
can't I do it on my own?
this place I can't call home
might as well build a wall
already made the fall
silence and shadow is all
I need to go AWOL
I asked for a room, but they gave me a cage
asked for a book, only gave me a page
asked for a break, so they put me on stage
asked for some peace, then they filled me with rage
I want to be part of a story,
but this gold-leaf binding's got empty brown pages
don't let them tell you gold is expensive
makes a poor blanket, and doesn't taste too good
frozen in place and sheltering my face
no court would take up my case
we subdue the masses, while killing the individual
Ebb and Flowresist the urge to run
refuse the need to hide
embrace the setting sun
and fight the ebbing tide
Careful With That Axe, Eugenecareful with that axe, eugene
don't forget to wipe it clean
your neighbors all think it's obscene
but you needed to let off some steam
the way you hacked off their limbs
just blame it on a crazy whim
their lives, once bright, now are dim
but their necks really needed a trim
The Ballad of Falling Snowwinter's come again,
and my heart has grown cold
snow is softly falling,
my joy has grown old
I found out today,
you don't love me no more
please, can't somebody tell me,
what living is for?
the world is growing dark,
I haven't seen the sun in days
I've been trying real hard,
but I can't change my sorry ways
when I look out at the world,
the whole world seems so bleak
I try to scream for help,
but you know I can hardly speak
there's a cape not far from home,
a great place to learn to fly
the pain cuts me so deep,
well I think I'd just like to die
The Eyeless Stare (2)I'm waging a war
on a phantom battleground
and the opposing army consists of myself
versions of me existing within the minds of others
illusions that torture me
no less for being unreal
and they're defeating me
I can feel your eyes upon me
each and every one of you
even those of you who aren't looking
even those of you who aren't listening
your eyes are upon me, too
and every second is Judgement Day
praise and acceptance are betrayed by self-doubt
even when your eyes are kind
and your words gentle
it's not you that speaks to me
it's the me that lives inside of you
and my words are venomous, and vile
the communication gap is an intraversible void of blackness, and sorrow
and I can only be free from myself
when I'm free from everybody else
Black DeathBlack Death is calling
how I hate to be alone (repeat)
I keep crying for my family
but they're all dead and gone
There's no one left to comfort me
no one to talk to (repeat)
My friends have died and left me
what ever will I do?
My mother and my father
are buried outside town (repeat)
They tried to look after me
but Black Death struck them down
Now Black Death is calling
and I don't want to be alone (repeat)
Everyone else has fallen
they're all resting in the ground
I tried to save my lover
but there was nothing I could do (repeat)
She died in my arms
and now I've done caught it, too
The doctors they can't help me
they can't keep death away (repeat)
The preachers say to pray to God
but God won't help today
'Cause Black Death's come calling
and I am all alone (repeat)
I hope this pain and misery
don't follow me to the tomb
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
the world doesn't need beauty sleepmother earth is pregnant;
her curves yawn -
molasses stretches of dark,
dank night freckled with
i yearn to rest in the cradle
that the small of her back
the roads untangle like
veins unto her skin
after being held so long
in the fist of pre-dawn.
drunk in slumber, red-eyed,
beautiful - morning will
come yet, the small child
born in the rafters of
but before her date,
mother earth shifts in her sleep,
love settling in the wing
of her hip -
exhaustion dilutes her blood,
consciousness touches her golden
shoulder on his way out the door.
WriterI am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantastic than their own,
smiling as I snatch it
from under their noses
while they thank me
for my crime.
I am a slave;
hanging in a
with the language I choose,
caving to its rules
when I draw in
smears of its
I am a writer
these are my vices.
This is a poemThis is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
HeartmindWe lost electricity on the night you left me
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thoughts and I can't miss them
like I miss the cradle of the river,
like I miss the firm grip of the circular,
like I miss the existential faith we had in nature
and her artistic lover to take us home.
tetanus shot of the rainbow.i saw you in one of the slides of my viewfinder toy today.
you were the red sweater that i spent 7 months knitting,
the tomorrow that refused to come because
its seams were sewn shut,
but i spent yesterday seeing your reflection in the sun.
i burnt my eyes out, but none of it mattered because
i didn't need eyes to listen
to the canaries singing inside my ribs. they sang
'he loves, he loves you not, he loves you, he's
you're gone. you're no longer in front of me;
you're inside my veins, playing bumper cars
with my arteries. i felt the collision when
i was eating plates off of a styrofoam cookie,
hiding under a tortoise's shell. you are
the greens in the parachute that closes and
opens, you are the closed restaurant with the
terrible food, you are the closed oyster boy.
i cracked open your shell but there was never a pearl;
only a mess of worms eating away whatever was left of your heart.
i made chalk from your powdered bones and wrote
'i thought you were white, like bright lights
Things you never forget.You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.