Showing posts with label decisions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label decisions. Show all posts

Monday, January 21, 2013

Into The Dark Beyond




As daylight fades into a darkened eve
Time drifts aimlessly—in search of recovery

Distinct varieties of transients and ne’er-do-wells approach, commingling about—a myriad of deceptions adroitly portrayed

Fall into the arms of fireflies
Flutter
Above horizon’s lit
Embrace
The variance in the stars
Blinking
As sapphires glimmer among the endless seas
Reflections
Unveil the minions of tragedy kept
Amidst
A skyline of sundrenched scars
                                         Eyes, once alive, quietly weep

As hours mask what lies beyond, take
Comfort in the sheltering caress of the dawn to come

The rogue’s gallery cannot see you.  Alleviate your fears. You are safe, for there are plenty of those without.

To occupy their gaze is an emanation from within.  The vibrancy of guilt is hereditary and you feel it must be claimed.

You cannot escape yourself. You choose not to. You feel safe amongst a violent sky, despite disgrace consuming whole. 

You kneel atop the moistened earth, hands clasped, eyes aimed high, wondering why you must be such a case.

Yet, after prayers complete, I spy you from my pane, as you live amongst the dark beyond, and crave the night the same.

Soon thereafter I do too.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

The Extinguished Revival of the Contemporary Arsonist





It’s not what takes place at the birth and
death of every hour, but instead, what symmetries are provided upon the thirties— dividing lines of power

Amidst a veil of tragedy,
an encapsulating entity reveals itself
to be, a personality of untapped
potentiality, a reason for forbearance, a reason
to atone what’s been lost by disdainful blows

Amidst the reaches of escape,
to which our tragedies often follow flow,
we can enunciate the possibility of rendering
useless, through the daunting effects they often play

No longer must we wallow in our pitiful seas of
sweat and fear.  No longer is it necessary to dream alone in black and grey.  Now exposed, a new destination ignites the
sparks to which we pour our promises into, offering the symbolisms of hope and the prayer that shall lead us down an enlightened path

However, consequence is always alive in every choice there is to be made….

              Those that harrow our escape, can include what would be soured at during any other given time, yet in such spots as these, the finer points are buried beneath the opened windows that this new brand of savior here completes

Amidst a veil of tragedy, an encapsulating personality reveals itself.  It is here where we eagerly agree to its many hidden terms, where it dethrones us of our combative sense of self-loathing, and leads us up the peaks, to a world completely concealed by the bountiful wonders that shield us from evil’s corrosive eye. 

Yet, to such a choice, consequentiality demands repayment of our contracts stipulations.  Here, we find our chains forever freed, yet still, we must substitute one oppressor for the next, as we find ourselves knelled to their feet, offering up our fealty, bare and ever-more-forever frightfully exposed.   

To such ends, we mind not the burden caused by our individualized subservience.  For it’s not the expressions…no, it is the expressions, glazed upon our family and friends, which make extinguishing conflagration’s kiss, a sacrifice we’d, without doubt, if revisit we ever must, willfully renew, without a bat of lash or a shy of eye.

Together, forge forth and forward recall all the reasons why, we began onto such onsets, striving to, not complete victorious trots about a central stage, but, to do only what we can, and try, is, at last check, synonymous with the definition that embodies the spirit of man

Stop on over to D'Verse where Open Link Night will take its usual spot on the Tuesday Night place to be list.  Doors open at 3pm and it gets crowded really quick, with the party running all night long and longer.  So, write a poem, post it on your site then use the link tool at D'Verse to share your work with the D'Verse community, where a plethora of amazing poetry is always on display. Cheers 

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The Nobody with the Chance to be a Hero to Somebody





Contained with—
         In jury duty
Pain emanates
         From routes
Un honed

Armor-piercing.
Ear-shattering
A small incision
Just below
The line of sight…

Obstinate jailer
Pacing up a floor routine
Dangling freedom
About—watching as salvation
Steals from his unsteadiness—
Easily seen, and playable if so deemed—
His naivety
Ignorance…you’re the biggest thing to cross his page
                  A full context ad, in a world where the best
                  Has always been a passing byline or two
                  Sweat billows upon each the points…”don’t screw this up, don’t be that guy, just play it cool, wait for the cavalry to return, and take this guy away…”
                           “HEY…doesn’t it seem strange…”
“Ignore him…just trying to get in your head…stay focused….don’t be the fool…don’t be tricked”
                           “I’m innocent…I’m being set up…and you’re the patsy…the perfect nobody…not my words…but I’m sure the one’s you’ve thought over and over again…and guess what….they know it too….you’ll get a call…very soon if I’m close here…it’ll say something to the effect of….”
         “Shut UP…damn it….I said be quiet…”
Pools freely flow
Drainage ditches rutting down the carotid, spreading quickly beneath the uniform…
                           “Well…hey…I get it…really…I do…this is the break you’ve been praying for…dreaming of…ain’t it at least the tiniest bit odd though…that a bolo goes out…a vague description…White Male…Late 20’s to mid 40’s…no hair color…no additional features…kind of odd too, isn’t it…how such a major criminal I am…and they can’t or don’t even include the fact I have shoulder length hair and an extremely full beard…perhaps it’s just me…but I think those descriptions would’ve been added…don’t you…you seem like a fairly intelligent guy…kind of makes you wonder at least right?  
         “Just you…just shut up…let me think…no more out of you…”
                           “Hey, I get it…don’t let ethics or something so minor as due diligence get in the way now…no, and then, what are the odds…that the bolo goes out at 3:00pm from…. and at 3:30 I’m getting picked up here…when we’re at least 2 hours away from….”

Instigating morality from a robust crypt
         Options are limited; yet trip the switch we often must
                  Demand more information, additional data to bolster the claim…if not, then why…please…some details must be obtained…some conveniences have to be explained….

Open ended…. the way every story…ever play…finishes…when you cut away…

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Disconsolate Turns to The Dark Arts for Emotional Support


Tranquility harnessed, by the reigns of fatigue
Birthed by void, cold and terse
Inner-cynics, sparring foot and knee
Balance wavers, so moves forth this curse

Of vapored redress, dark clouds disperse
The covens held, in primal view
A razor shakes, verse to blackened verse
Scratched tongues affirm, each the fears are true

The cauldron’s bewitching path
Its secrets revealed at last
 In highest boil the water finds
Prophecies, both cruel, divine

And standstill you become, paralyses renew
As stake-laid fibers rise again, turning circles will the rope
To tighten knots secure to throat, letting pressure guide its noose
Upon the stains of past, memories faucet empties hope

Paler does the skin then cry, fraying urge faint to cope
As suffocation screams for air, fastest ever beats do start
Strain to push blood’s flow, in this, life’s final trope
First the limbs lilt in languor, and then cede does the broken heart


I thought about composing something especially for Valentine's Day, but instead went this route.  Stop on by to D'Verse for their weekly Open Link Night, read all the great poetry linked up and even link up one of your own.  Pub opens at 3pm.  See you there.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

What She Deserved


She.
Deserves.
Better than me.
She
Deserves.
Better than Hypothetical disasters and overanalyzed bridges not yet crossed,

She’s special
In that special
Kind of way

She’s
Perfect
In so
Many
Ways
         And I,
                  I fear I’ll never be so-so, on my best of best days.

But most of all,
                  She deserved better,
                           Better than me
                                    Telling her she deserved better than me
                                             Because, it’s her emotions
                                                      It’s her beliefs,
                                                               She’s loves me
                                                      And she certainly deserved better
                                    To be able to tell me when things weren’t fair
                           To tell me when/if her feelings changed.  That she was strong enough or if she needed help.  That she deserved a chance to see if she could help me if she wanted to, which it turns out she did, in any way she could.  She deserved to make up her own mind and tell me when she foresaw a problem.  And then the chance to make recommendations upon; to help me to work with her to solve any problem that potentially appeared. She deserved more.  Far, far more than I gave her.  

So it then appears, that by my belief that she deserved more than me. I made decisions on my own and in turn proved she deserved more than what I gave her.

Now I can only hope,
She'll return
and I'm not sure I deserve her.
But I hope she still feels I do.