"Acedia" - Written 28/04/08

He sits, breathes, lies.
That is it, that is everything.
Not waiting. Not even thinking.
Slumped, sprawled, hardly blinking.

Healing? No.
Resting. Resting forever,
Never works.
Belphegor told him, "Nothing,
Nothing is all it takes."

Mind is dulling, sleeping.
Machines tend, keep him well.
Eyes entertained by colours,
Register nothing, no others.

Hypnotised,
Body is fading,
From sickening undertow.
Why bother working, or living,
When world just forgets us somehow?

"In Dreams" - Written 28/04/08

I watched myself toss and turn.
I watched myself roll in discomfort.
I watched the sheets arrange and rearrange,
as I slept as a man disgruntled.
I descended into the shadows of the mind...

Staring into her eyes, I noticed,
they flared a fiery yellow colour.
We watched each other, sitting by one another,
but as I leaned towards her lips,
even in my dreams, she drew away from me.

She fades away, into distance.
I see myself back in the quilt again.
I turn over, I seek to relive this experience,
or one of greater happiness,
to live as sane man in a land of the insane...

I find myself travelling briefly,
with many companions, once known.
We stop at a store and are searching for something,
each man searching alone,
and I cannot find here a single product I desire.

We resume our travelling,
my companions are each satisfied,
but our transport breaks down, we cannot move on,
and I see myself now again,
beating my pillow, and sleeping, again, descending...

We sit at a table, him and I,
across from each other, shirts and ties,
when he looks straight at me, and laughs, long and loud.
I watch as he turns transparent,
in his laughter I can see him so quickly fading away.

I reach for him, but he is gone.
Through him I see a cold wind outside,
but I am now seeing through just a windowpane,
no person by my side, and
I awake, listening to the pattering sound of the rain.

"Happiness" - Written 28/04/08

I saw two men sitting
in a doorway, laughing,
Ragged hair on their chins,
Tired eyes in their faces.
Their clothes were weather-worn,
Old newspapers their seats.

I could not understand these men,
Smiling, as it were, in their hollow,
Hardly a penny between them,
No luxuries for them in the streets,
While I sat, returning from work,
In a comfortable vehicle, heading
for a comfortable home.

I smile in glimpses, semi-seconds,
In my life of luxury and protection.
How do these men remain laughing,
Empty card cups clutched in their laps?

Perhaps life is not built monetarily,
but these moments, semi-seconds of smiles?
We get caught up in trifle distractions,
and need these men to remind us.

"Crudely Traced Path" - 25/04/08

There was a certain simplicity,
when we were one, before.
A certain understanding,
a warmth and feeling.

Life is unrelenting,
and cares little for our paths.
We are torn apart, as all must be.
Of course, you will pine for me,
while I will cry, ignorant
of what tragedy has occured.

It is simple to carry on,
unaware of all that is lost.
We are creatures that do not think.
We fill those holes with trifles,
hope, fear, love, loss,
we live the great lie of life.

Were we to return to that state,
live as one, as once we did,
we would see all that has been lost.
Life saw us pay its cost,
and let us wander off until
we have little left to give.

Then we are life's candles, and it snubbs out the flame,
and sleeps.

"Everything Moves On: Diary of a Social Trend" - Written 25/04/08

Once I had a companion,
On this journey of mine.
We rode this road together,
Once upon a time.

They left for another,
At the side of the road.
I was left to myself,
In this vehicle alone.
My only company
A crackling radio,
Out of tune and broken.
No words were spoken.

My vehicle is not old,
But it was mistreated.
The battery is low,
The fuel is depleted.
The painting is scratched,
The mirrors are broken,
The tyres have flattened,
The windows have darkened.
A sign ahead tells me
The route is closed.
I must part with vehicle,
To continue this road.

"On The Outside" - Written 25/11/07

It
Can

THE
LOOP

Hurt

An unfortunate note....

As you can see, the poem below is tagged as "cummings style".
This is because the poems structure, and placement of words, is significant to the poems message. However, blogspot will not allow me to represent my published post in such a manner, and so I must apologise for my inability to present the work to you.

This was the very flaw I feared, regarding this work, and another work I shall post up tomorrow.
If you're curious about the actual appearance of the pieces, I can always help with that, were you to ask...

Again, apologies, and many thanks.

"A Wish Fulfillment" - Written 25/11/07

Shame, Shame as I Envy
Other Thrones, Successors, Virtues...
Morose, Regular, yet Endearing.
Even Under Rapt
Thought, Creativity like Yours
Is Tempting, but, Too
Much - Unlike me. How
Everything Runs... I
Stupidly Endeavour Now, even,
albeit Grotesquely.

"The Sadness Of Things" - Written 17/04/08

(An homage to an artistic hero)

Walk with me a while,
Through a dream and a song.
Tell me I'm doing nothing wrong...

I just want to sit,
Under a purple sky and moon,
Wasting away that eternal sunset
By just talking here with you...

Still every night the sun dies,
And I am blinded by the sky....

"Warmth" - Written 20/03/08

There are those who would kill for love;
Would you die for me?
An offering, a pledge,
in flesh and bone.

Would you martyr yourself for me?
In death, I am absolved,
I can suffer my loss
with peace of mind.

You live and I lose you a little more,
With every minute, every breath.
To another man, another life,
I lose you to myself.

How can I know you, so detached?
Is it reasonable to love a dream?
I tell myself I've fallen, but,
I doubt how it seems.

Stay with me, promise flesh and blood,
Carve your sentiments out of stone.
Either offer life, or leave me,
So I may be alone.

"Amor Vincit Omnia" - Written 16/01/08 -> 19/04/08

(I): Harp and Heart
Some call me Wayfarer,
Or Seafarer,
Traveller, Exlorer, Hiker,
Call me what you will.
I have been without name,
I have been out of touch,
Never hearing words of brotherhood,
Never hearing the voice of camraderie.

My childhood, my time,
Short-lived,
Spent among fellow man,
Working to a unifying goal.
Truth is I barely remember,
Truth is it is lost to me,
The time I spent among humanity,
The time I was not alone.

'Nay, alone is not accurate.
In solitude, lost?
I am not alone in this place,
There is someone with me.
Someone without name,
Someone not quite real,
A creature in solitude, akin to me,
A creature in solitude, so as to lure me.

My mission long forgotten,
Cast aside, perhaps,
I travelled by boat, stranded,
One-man vessel, in infinite sea,
When Kastor and Polydeuces assaulted me,
When those twins sought to warn me,
I prayed for my life to the aged man,
I prayed for my life, for the end of this odyssey.

Tossed by tide and storm,
Light, and land,I saw, I dreamed, and steered toward,
While control was still in my grasp,
Hoping no fiend would find me there,
Hoping no nymph awaited in triumph,
Unprepared for what I would find there,
Unprepared, for what I would find there was;

Meadow, stretched far as eye could see,
Sweet scent, and melody,
On the edge of hearing hung a tune familiar,
Sweet notes of harp and angelic song,
I was a man possessed, ensnared,
I was as the flora of that field alike,
Each head tossed, it seemed, towards that source,
Each head tossed, it seemed, towards that angel-place.

As I neared toward that place I saw,
Pale flesh, hair,
And golden harp held close, lovingly,
Each string shimmering, glowing in the soft light,
Like the skin, radiant, appealing,
Like the girl, eyes closed, heavenly whispering,
In language I did not understand, but I felt,
In language I did not understand, deep meaning.

I confess, already at this time, I found myself,
My heart, and core,
Moving, with feelings I had never felt before,
And seeing her before me, I admit,
I longed for the feel of her flesh,
I longed for her touch, her warmth,
She lay bare before me, harp in her arms, and,
She lay bare before me, drawing me ever closer.

Laying upon a mound, or hill, near sitting,
Singing, and playing,
Her fingers flicking across strings,
Plucking here and there, the strings of my heart,
Speaking my name, in her ancient tongue,
Speaking of love, and things to come,
Her dark eyes opened, fixed directly on me,
Her dark eyes opened, she sang of tragedy.

Her lips parted, and asked for me,
The tune stopped,
And I leaned down as she kissed me,
That moment I knew my spirit was caught,
Drawn to her in a single motion,
Drawn from me with that significant action,
Possession cast aside, her harp in the grass,
Possession cast aside, bare before her.

We shared of each others warmth,
Of love, lust,
Lost in her beauty, I forgot my plight, until,
Satisfied, she cast me aside, done with me,
Unfolding, I saw her wings spread wide,
Unfolding against the backdrop of the sky,
Clear vision, I saw now the truth of my path,
Clear vision, know this: "Amor Vincit Omnia".

(II): Harp and Flesh
I awake with a smile upon my face,
Thinking I am with my love again,
Curled up, warmth in my embrace,
But waking brings naught but pain.

My bed of decay and restless birth,
Where worms and parasites wake me,
Creatures of the rot and earth,
See sure my dreams forsake me.

Through netted, overhanging canopy,
Of spears adorned with green-gold slabs,
Tormenting visions pour down onto me,
Beautiful hair, of That Which Grabs.

With dire announcements of a coming woe,
The voice of Aello from above me rings,
Approaching, I see the female face Celaeno,
To her duty she comes, The Swift Wing.

I lie spread-stretched over rock and dirt,
Immobile, with hunger that saw me fell,
Feast so close as to cause only hurt,
Snatcher keeping me here in hell.

Tricked by immortal guise and guile,
I sought out the Fair Hair in this place,
The razor talons went unnoticed while
I fell in trance for the beauty of her face.

In this browning wood, each tree a life
Foolishly sacrificed, nay, thrown away,
I too fell folly, seeking escape from strife,
Ignorant to my willingly entering the fray.

She inhabits me, and hounds and haunts,
Steals sustenance, snatches feast away,
For jealousy, I must now suffer, she taunts,
Talon tearing tendon, 'till my bones are grey.

An eternity she has spent at her duty here,
Cawing her lamentations in these eerie trees,
Bringing loss, hope, loss, in a cycle of years,
The suffering spread in our branches her creed,

Over such juvenile a thing as fruitless love
I fell, in ignorance, to suffering, and pain,
The Harp' serves reminder in the sky above,
"Amor Vincit Omnia", this truth shall remain.

(III): Harp and Soul
Countless millenia have passed, since I arrived in this place.
Innumberal years of unspeakable tortures have annihilated me,
I am more suffering than man, more death than living,
For my body gave up on pain long ago, could not contain it.
I would have thought I died, were it not for the songs.

The songs, the songs,
Still ringing in my ears, ever present, ever persistent,
Notes that mock the folly and weakness of mortal men.
Sweetest notes have sickly turned.

Those days, weeks, years - For I have lost all measurements,
There was little left to speak of that direst cruelty; Hope.
Yet, I thought, perhaps in madness, or desire,
Or in some torturous cruelty by my captors,
I believed I heard a voice, the softest whisper,
A modest promise, to which all salvation stuck.

The voice told me her name,
Spoke to me of royalty, and splendour.
She told me of love, and war, and growth,
and I believed -
It is when man has reached his greatest low,
He may celebrate, for he sinks no further.

Devoid of eyes to see, or flesh to feel,
I was merely a soul stretched as a string,
Yet I heard myself, shimmering in a soft breeze,
A growing gale, the wind of my captor's reckoning.
So it was now I knew the battle had begun,
The name of my new Queen, declaring war,
"Hera challenges that we compete at once,
To the victor goes the others vanquished valour."

The amorous one's voice engulfed me,
Resonating with my maddenning sorrow,
Echoing within the barren halls of my mind,
Filling up those corners long since hollowed.
A great love had swelled up within me,
And I pledged myself to her immediatly.
Erato, the most perfect of her kind.

My possessors voice proceeded then to ring
In harmony, both my loves now sing.
The two were heard so sweetly, for so long,
So closely matched, I feared I had been wrong,
Until the Siren laid her hands upon her lyre,
To steal, as Harpies would, my love's desire.

The piece chimed in, and joined their song,
And my love began to lose her equal place,
Her harp came out to join them in the fray,
But confidence shone in my Siren's face.
Her opponent's voice was quivering,
The song was slowly breaking,
I could not let my captor win this way.

Her fingers passed over me, and pulled,
Yet to her dismay no note came about.
She pulled and plucked again, to no avail,
At a final touch the string snapped and fell out.
Her song had simply stopped, and she was done.
My great loves wavering voice had won.

A shrill cry of betrayal screeched through the sky,
Defeat in voice was thought impossible.
Erato laughed, and plucked, without care,
Her feathers - to fight back would be implausable.
The siren had lost at Hera's game,
To keep her image would be a crime.
Thus she was soon left featherless and bare.

She left in shame, and my love began to play,
Becoming young, and sweet, absent-mindedly
Weaving her prizes each around,
She turned the Sirens honour to a crown.
Her trophy won, I thought she would turn away,
When she became suddenly aware of me.

The strangest sensation surrounded me on all sides,
And I felt air enter my lungs, and rush through my hair.
My hands were clutching at the meadows ground,
- I could see again, after centuries without eyes.
Returning to me, after I stopped my siren's song,
My body felt weak, left motionless so long.

She smiled at me, and helped me to my feet,
Kissed me, briefly, and I felt my strength restored.
Her lips were soft, and her taste was sweet,
The ailments of millenia, in one motion cured.
She said she feared her loss, before I came along,
And gave her thanks for my part in her victory.
She said my soul had shone, lifted her song,
I knew in that moment that she had loved me.

We belong to one another, forever bound
In life and death, in love, in hopes and fears.
The song she sang, we sing together now,
To celebrate love with each passing year.
We named that melody we play together,
In honour of how our love came to be.
Words that we have both believed forever,
"Amor Vincit Omnia" - eventually.

(IV): Harp and Stone
I had grown into a content soul,
Despite a life of incident,
I had found a place of warmth and growth,
My love was heaven-sent.
Had this been the ending of my tale,
I would have died pleasant, feeling well,
But Hera's jealousies burn and hiss,
She would ruin men for her own bliss.

My wife was a beauty to behold,
The praise and pleasure of all men of old.
Hundreds used to pine and perish,
Pilgrimage and pray for a single kiss.
In their power, those who could do much more,
The Gods themselves would act thus,
'Till the Sea Lord brought her to Athena's store,
And took her, overcome by his lust.

Her punishment was swift,
Athena's wrath burned in veins-
Erato's body wracked and torn,
Snakes spilled from her brain.
Her image now wretched, beauty died,
When I looked in her eyes, I became petrified.
Unable to face what she had become,
She remained in our hall, hid from the sun.

The men that came now each passing day,
Saw not the beauty that they sought,
And soon her legacy died away,
The Aegis' message swiftly taught.
The name Erato, once loves own aura,
Became an ugly myth, became "Medusa".

The Gorgon eyes, the cockatrice stare,
Tears down a face for which only I cared.
More and more men, who had come here in lust,
Fell before her, to rubble and dust.
I had companions now, in these halls of stone.
This cavernous museum with no life inside,
Was what had become of our loving home.
Amidst all the other statues I try to hide.

I do not wish to see her form anymore,
As she slithers, a lilith, across marble floors.
She tore up the village, and neighbours we knew,
To barren dead cliff, turned the land to rock too.
Atlas looks up at this place in misery,
While God's Queen laughs at what she sees.
This serpentine creature has forgotten my sculpture,
Just another stone body, and no healing elixer.

The wasteland that this place has become,
Just a mirror of the lands where other beasts roam.
The labyrinth must look as this hall does,
Lost men and stone where the darkness grows.
Set upon by a creature of fable,
We long to escape, yet find ourselves unable.

Ages passed on, with no new change occurring,
Until a strange whistle came, began to sing.
A golden bird entered the halls of rock,
Perched on my head - Just one of our flock.
"Athena has taken pity on you, Gorgoneion,
She offers her shield, and your punishment done."
This message was simple, did not decieve me,
But the monster was blinded by need to be free.

Soon her need came, in the form of a man,
Winged-sandals, sword, mirrored shield in his hand.
He saw her in glass, and his blood remained red,
Cut at the neck, he stole the gorgons head.
Her body was pillaged, changed, and now done,
Two creatures spilled forth, but the hero had gone.

Athena's shield was such a simple lie,
The creature had thought "surrender", not "die".
Her head now a weapon, with potent power blessed,
A petrifying cover held at the goddesses breast.
All men to look on her still turned to stone,
As I - the first victim - in these halls alone.

I was enough of the fool to love her after rape,
To curse the old man, and to try keep her calm.
I should have left her the day my love was forsaken,
Before her actions turned sour, turned me a stone man.
Yet the same mistake made and broke me all my life,
I lived a happy time with her as my wife.

The lady of love has plagued me forever,
I had not been careful enough with her temper.
The cestus' power I could not resist,
Though she paired me with Ares when preparing my tryst,
And though the Gods have now changed,
The Irresistable now gone,
I am still plagued by this new "Cupidon".
So when my love was assailed in the land of Athena,
I fell plague, now eternally; "Amor Vincit Omnia".

"Innocence" - Written 14/04/08

I hung on your every word,
Every movement of your lips
Was a significant motion.
Every kiss left a simple notion,
I treasured your devotion.

Your absence made me weep,
Every time you went away
My heart sank into an abyss,
Our arguments seemed to burn and hiss,
Until you returned, restoring bliss.

Now, of course, I understand.
I was wrong about our private puzzles.
Nothing to be shown publicly.
Our "love" was never meant to be,
That was not how you felt for me.

"The Apex" - Written 15/04/08

His white hair,
And stone grey skin,
Stare at their reflection
In the looking glass,
Reflecting upon their past sins,
Knowing that all this will pass.

The white hair will fade,
The skin will blotch and colour,
All of this will darken, afterward.

He clutches his right arm in his left,
Rubs the weak muscles,
And aching cramps.
His joints have always ached
From his work,
Though at least he can now relax.

The radio is turned on for a while,
Though what is said doesn't matter at all.
Just a voice in the background of his mind,
While he sits and thinks mostly of her.

She is lost to him now,
And he contemplates the gifts
That the passing of time have brought him.

In his weakest moments,
He daydreams;
Of her presence,
And of his lust for her.
Then, in the looking-glass,
He sees once again,
His white hair, his grey skin,
His cramped muscles.

"Melody of Midnight" - Written 27/03/08

Playing out pleasantly,
A Prelude for party of two,
Perfectly prepared to crumble.

Sing to me Erato,
A song for my hurt soul,
Something sweet and bitter.

A few loose notes at least,
A Lament for loss of lovers,
Let me listen to your troubles.

Never waver in tone,
A Nocturne for nostalgia,
Painfully narrating past happiness.

Let your voice resonate,
A Requim for the amorous,
Re-tell, remember their passions.

Speak in whispers, softly,
A Serenade for sultry lovers,
'Neath virgin windowsills, and skies.

Broken, bent and beaten out,
A Bolero for their little brittle hearts,
Left breatheless by the speedy ballad.

Lift your voice, your lips,
A Lullaby for life and love,
Leaving us sleepless, lingering sadness.

Notes majestically tumbling out,
A Minuet for our masquerades plays,
Our matched dances masking many tears.

"The Tormentor" - Written 26/03/08

I feel it burning within me,
Like the fires of some distant hell-
Distinct, stifling, sulphurous,
Unstoppable in its swell.

Overcoming the crisp, dry wood
That makes up this body I call my home.
I'm burning into a barren ashen entity,
My mind in atrition.

I hear familiar voices calling,
Trying to bring me back to reality.
They ring through the fog in my head,
Obscured, sounding like moans of the damned.

The fire burns greater, furiously!
My eyes are now blinded.
I see only this great hatred.
I seek vengeance against my destroyer.

With this, I destroy myself.

"Moment Of Silence" - Written 03/04/08

Strange, isn't it?
Other people ignore me all the time.
Other people feel no obligation to talk to me,
And I don't feel the slightest bit upset.
The silence I spend those days in,
Wandering through bustling streets,
Filled with people who don't know me,
Who don't care how I feel,
Is somehow pleasant, and calming.
I never once hear my name called aloud,
My only speech a simple "please" or "thanks",
The only care recieved is change, in stores.
I demand nothing from these people,
Who, from me, are demanding even less.
These are people I have no loyalty to,
People I would happily testify against.
So why is it that I feel betrayed, upset?
Why do I hear my sobs in silent days?
Why do I feel you owe me more than they do,
When if anything, you should owe me less?

Just because you told me that you loved me,
Why must I feel that showing it is your duty?

"Suicide" - Written 26/03/08

I have been Destroyed.
I have been Destoryed.
I have been Neglected.
I have been Negligent.

You filled me full of awe,
You have made me awful.
You were terrific to me,
You have left me terrified.

To be Forgotten is worse than Death.

There is a small black hole
In your past and in mine.
There is a small black hole,
Pulling lies in, distorting time.

I gave my heart away,
I sold my soul for approval.
I gave my love away,
I sold my soul, and lost approval.

To be Forgotten is worse than Death.

How can I have any pride?
I was proud of my forgiveness.
How could I have any pride,
When I forgave all your insults.

Now I have been Forgotten.
My fate is worse than Death.

"A Year Of Mistakes" - Written 21/03/08

Three-hundred and sixty-five days since I never asked you out,
Three-hundred and sixty days since I wasn't there for you,
Three-hundred and fifty-five days since I had locked myself out,
Three-hundred and fifty days since I heard about you two.

Three-hundred and thirty-five days since I gave up on trying,
Three-hundred and thirty days since I failed to get caught out,
Three-hundred and twenty-five days since I walked away from crying,
Three-hundred and twenty days since you left me, to go south.

I walked out on myself about two-hundred and ninety days ago,
That was when it all went bad, though I didn't know.
I subscribed to another fate, I aimed much too low,
I chose north, the frozen lands, where I could never grow.

Now I sit and write about two-hundred and fifty days before,
When I first wrote about my soul shaking at the core,.
Two-hundred and thirty days ago I stepped through a mentors door,
Convinced her that my going north was all I need and more.

Two-hundred days ago, I visited the south.
One-hundred and ninety-five days ago I returned home with you,
One-hundred and ninety days ago praise bloomed in my mouth,
One-hundred and eighty days ago you left again with crew.

One-hundred and fifty days ago I thought of you and wrote,
One-hundred and forty days ago I saw, to my suprise,
Another venian's beauty sparkle - a sigh caught in my throat.
One-hundred and thirty days ago you still gave no reply.

When, one-hundred days ago, I got tired of waiting for you,
I decided, ninety-five days past, to give a new queen my crown.
Seventy-five days ago I thought my life was through,
When eighty-five days ago the other turned me down.

Sixty days ago I had known how I would do it,
And five days after that I layed my hands upon the tools.
Fifty days ago I the rope wrapped 'round my neck, and fit,
But it snapped when I fell limp, and I learned life is cruel.

About a month ago my bruises were fully healed,
I hid them and not one person knew what I had done.
Twenty-five days ago, my suitcases were sealed,
As I prepared to head north, away from the sun.

Fifteen days ago, I closed a door behind me,
An occupation I hated, I walked out on, finally.
Though consequences of this action were obvious to see,
Another place to earn, when in need, is now gone from me.

Ten days ago I thought of you again, and all I've done,
Thought of the days long passed, locked within each others eyes.
Five days ago my heart still ached over the one
Whom I knew was the reason that my soul gave out these cries.

Yesterday I travelled north, to where my future is.
I tried to just act casual, hide myself, in my pride.
Today I found a small corner, where I could write this,
But not enough days have passed to admit that when I lost you, I died.

And Finally....

Back to the Mature Poetry again, eh?

I'm really in for more than I can handle I bet... still, may as well try and keep this ball rolling!

"Judging By Cover"

We all know what you want,
And you know what you've got,
Yet you'd still turn away
If you were offered the lot,
You'd close the door,
Find a worse one open to step through.

And if you don't mind,
Then I'd have the mind
To get into your mind,
And see if I can get to know you.

But you take what you see,
Then throw it away.
Before you open the cover,
'Say you'll read another day,
Even though this book is exactly
What you want to read.

I get one word out,
Then the rest come back in,
'Cos you've turned the other way
While you're talking to him.
I can't see the point,
And you won't give me a chance,
But we both know all we want
Is just a little romance.

And now I'm up on a shelf,
Out of sight, out of mind,
Or the back of the drawer,
Though I'm one of a kind,
And you remember nothing
'Cos you've nothing to remember 'bout me.

A bit much to presume
That I'm well suited for you?
Or can you just not see
A tiny fraction of me?
Or are you busy with the guys
More comfortable for you?
When I'm hung up like this,
You're keeping me busy too.

I get one word out,
Then the rest come back in,
'Cos you've turned the other way
While you're talking to him.
I can't see the point,
And you won't give me a chance,
But we both know all we want
Is just a little romance.

"Hoax"

Quit the smoke and shadows and
The puppets made in light, within the forests
Over mountains, on the moor, in tempests
Covering the skies of night.

Stop this hiding and come out,
Learn to do, and not doubt.

Stop the acting, cover, and
The masquerade, all in your hiding,
Through all scene's of al acts riding 'cross
The long interpersonal stage.

Stop hiding and come out here,
Learn to do, and not fear.

In the darkness the stars still
Light up your ways, ever slightly. Still
You hide from the moon shining brightly.
You are weakened beyond days.

Stop hiding and come out here,
Learn to do, and not doubt.
Give way and chance on facing fear,
Be born in time to live the days out.

See the sun rest, and glow on
The slightly pale skin. Give it all up with
Your everything on this find - Bound together
Your troubles would fit on a pin.

Stop this hiding and come out,
Learn to do, and not fear.
Be born in time to live the days out,
Give way and chance on facing fear.

"Eternal?"

End of the long and beaten track,
Some saw this day and they turned back.
After this grand finale then everything's gone,
But the light of day still touches everyone.

Opened your eyes for the first time to see,
And you asked the question about who you'd be.
Looking back and you see that it's all in the past,
Those old days were too perfect to last.

Nothing lasts forever,
Sooner or later it's all gonna change,
But it's nice to look deep every once in a while,
And see everything deep is still just the same.

Hasn't been much growth in this world of yours,
New work that's made from the same old chores.
You might think it was wrong, or think it was right,
Chances are you'll miss it by the end of the night.

Nothing lasts forever,
Sooner or later it's all gonna change,
But it's nice to look deep every once in a while,
And see everything deep is still just the same.

To throw it away? You'll just pick it back up.
To leave it behind, that'd be much too tough.
But keep it with you when you know it'll change?
It'll tear your heart up if it just stays the same.

Nothing lasts forever,
Sooner or later it's all gonna change,
But it's nice to look deep every once in a while,
And see everything deep is still just the same.

Nothing changes really,
And you've still got it right.
Both the old, and the new,
Will help you pass the night.

"Dried Blood"

See this, and I turn away,
Can't bear to show myself today,
See that circle surrounding him,
It eats me all up from within.
I know there's no way they can tell,
But I can't breathe - can't escape this hell.

Sharp and shallow,
Cutting nerves in flesh.
That's how my breathing comes,
My thoughts are just a mesh.
Light enters my eyes askew,
In blurred vision all I see is you.

I can't feel anything,
Can't tell if I'm still standing.
Cover up, tell another lie,
All that's left to do is die.
I can't see, I can't hear,
Nothing to feel except this fear,
I can't hurt, I can't cry,
Seeing you I see myself die.

Voices light up,
In me they're calling.
Picking myself back-up,
Stopping the falling.
Showing me just what I want,
I'm just reminded what I haven't got.

I can't see, I can't hear,
Nothing to feel, Nothing but fear,
I can't hurt, I can't cry,
I don't see you, I just see myself die.

A day passes by,
Another part from you,
The closer it gets to the end
Of this tunnel I am pushing through.
The closer to the time you're gone,
There's nothing left to feel when you're alone.

I can't feel anything,
Can't tell if I'm still standing.
Cover up, tell another lie,
All that's left to do is die.
You, I can't see,
You, I can't hear,
You, I can't feel,
You, I don't fear.
Anymore, I can't be hurt,
Anymore, I can't cry,
Anymore, we've moved away,
There's no more of me left to die.

"Cell"

Your arms beckon me
To your flesh,
Curl my into
The ice-white skinned breast.
The heart that beats fast
To keep itself warm,
Cannot foretell
The damage it has done.

I like it in my cage,
I like the rain,
I'll throw myself away,
I hold the pain.

Your smiles loving me,
Teeth bared in that grin,
Your kisses holding me
Like an insect on a pin.
The flesh that seduces,
And sees not what its done,
Is quite the best there is,
The only true loved one.

I like it in my cage,
I like the rain,
I'll throw myself away,
I hold the pain.

I hate what you've done to me,
(I like it in my cage)
I hate who you are to me,
(I like the rain)
I hate to be near you,
(I'll throw myself away)
I'll drown my memories of you.
(I hold the pain)

I like it in my cage.
I like it in my cage.
I like it in my cage.
I like it in my cage.

Oh no, another note!!

Well, I've finally run out of my Juvenile Poetry...
"Belief" was a bit of a cop out, wasn't it?
Strange I've never written any other Haikus in all my time though.

Anyway, I've a few (i.e. four, maybe five) pieces that, while not poetry, were written before I turned eighteen, were intended to be songs, but still have no music put to them yet.

So to give me even more time on the Adult Poetry front (not that I haven't been writing, but to make sure I stock up enough to not miss a day any time soon!) I'm going to post up these musicless lyrics also.

It's not like my readership is large enough for me to care if people complain.

"Belief"

Life is but a play,
In which all men act - I think
Actors are re-used.

"Keep Your Friends Close"

Nothing comes between our speech,
You will talk while I will listen,
And we trade places, words flowing
Into space between us.

An orchestrated sound cocophany
Is the same where music is not heard,
Only movement and the word,
- The woodwind sound is not the voice
Of the players lips which form it,
This melody, his voice won't fit.

To hate, one has to love,
But hate cannot be spoken to.
It must be true - "Keep your enemies closer."

"The Hunt"

Watch the beast as it roams free,
Could never be a part of me,
Across the flood where I can't catch her,
She moves seeking a different master.

I lay in wait, I set a trap,
For a beast I know I cannot catch,
She roams into another hunter's sight,
Yet he won't shoot, though the time is right.

Torture to see prey that you can't get
Be the prey that he doesn't want,
When you'd give your life to fire that bullet,
And hold your catch up off the ground.

"Crystalisation"

Love doesn't hurt,
That's the limerance-
It takes everything away,
and strips you bare.

Forced to confront
Your greatest desires,
Both shot down and held up,
Hope found in a fog.

Lost on the moor of indecision,
Seeking the sanctuary of complacancy,
Fixated on a distant land,
And travelling there unwillingly.

Seeking reciprocation for something
You do not even feel,
Like longing for salt to quench a thirst,
Losing a sense of decency.

Sweet like a forbidden fruit,
The desire of a childs mind,
Uninterested in that subtle perfection,
Though still found it one-of-a-kind.

"Jack"

I am the jack of all trades.
Jack - not King, nor Queen,
Of any suit. While not bad
A draw in hand, I am
No winning card of which to boast.

Only the skilled bluff makes me outstanding.

You endow me with paranormal strengths,
Like the bold and fearless hero of the damsel,
In the silver-screen of your imagination.
I am more than merely this banal motif.

I am master of no single trade,
I have never crafted, painted, scored nor sculpted.
I cannot catch a fish,

Yet you still insist to think of me,
Lonely-still on quiet dew-dropped banks,
Mist-pressed face somehow enamoured
Of this dank and murky paraphernalie.

A master of the trade,
Skilled on worm and crusted bloody hook.

I have not caught a fish,
And fear that I shall starve and die
Without the most important catch.

I am only honoured
With dirty hands, abundant bate,
White mud dirtying a ruby high above.

"Landscape"

I can hear the songs of love,
Composed above the steps and stones,
In heads and hearts of lonely men,
In empty dips and worn out bones.

The screaming in a quiet cave,
Concealed by huge impending boulder,
When the moors are quiet of those who crave,
From this slowly a river meanders.

Yes I have heard the songs of love,
From those who never speak at all,
But silently they speak the loudest,
Words crushing like waterfalls.

"Your Way"

So you dislike my methods
- Is it that I am not cautious?
Not looking the right way?
Not devoting soul attention to it?
Not doing any number of things
To be done in any number of scenarios.

You would rather do it slower,
Or consider it longer,
Or arrange it all out in order,
Or try - try - try and again
Until you find what you want
(but not do it yourself).

"No actually - how about"
Try - try - try - try - try,
And again.

Are we finished?
May we progress?
Not quite yet.
I do digress.

Dig your soles into mud,
Keep your fingers hot,
When the work we have is finished
There'll be time for us to rot.

"Swan"

I won't let myself ask,
And I know neither will you,
Beauty like white feathers may lie
Between us, but wild, endlessly.

Even were we both to wish
To tame the arched neck and seraph wings,
You would be too afraid to give the bread,
And I will not risk it's escape just to tame it.

Blood is turned to merry liquids,
And tears to cleansing water used to wash,
And scars to joyful memories in an instant,
Forgetting the biting, feeling it's soft silk touch.

This bird may be wild,
But maybe it will tame,
Even if it never does,
I'll not let it escape.