The Promise
A sentence of breathtaking hope
A lens that colours the future
A statement which brings certain scope
A definitive question with uncertain answer
A way to look past what is now
Into a season to come
A glimpse that leaves us asking how
To attain such a glorious sum
But is it within our power
To exclude these hindering steps
Which cause us to stumble and glower?
Nay, they are the reason we continue
For without certain struggles and hardships
The product should not be as pleasing
And so these words shall dance from my lips
"Leave behind this, and press toward the promise.
(8.22.08)
Ignorant Passion
Oh, the fateful leap
of youthful good intentions
Hindsight offers much
in areas as these
The eager spoken
hungrily recieved words
which ignite such ignorant passions
I charge you
do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.
(8.25.08)
is there yet one?
perverted world
twisted life
could it be
that purity
was once an esteemed thing?
for the very thought
so often admired
in ages past
is now despised
and is there yet one
waiting for me?
(8.08)
Joy
Is there pleasure,
Or is there joy,
That can compare to mine?
For what I have
Most tortured souls
Would search the world to find.
On the whole earth
A greater happiness
Not a single man can find
And what could be the source
Of greater exuberance
Then to know
And be known
By another.
(9.08)
dead end day
alive.
awake.
breathing.
moving without intention.
walking and going nowhere
dead.
asleep.
suffocating.
living without life.
staring and seeing nothing
life has become a dead end.
(9.11.08)
A Penny For Thy Thoughts
What lies behind thine eyes?
Those sparkling pools of endless light
That can both dance with laughter
And show thy true sadness
What thoughts precede each sound?
Uttered from thy mouth
Which can shout with purest joy
Or speak of lonely sorrow
Oh, to know thy mind
Without waiting for expressions
Oh, to know thy thoughts
Without waiting for thy words
But doth even the subject
E’er truly know
The notion in mind
Without saying aloud?
And do even thou know
What thou will say
Before the words dance
Off thy tongue?
(9.08)
Untitled
My downcast face
Has shed a tear
Today for anothers woe
and its my prayer
the other shall
never come to know
what done today in secret
but shall be brought to light
because of things
I know she does that keep me up at night
The marks of sorrow
which do marr
the heart and skin external
Cannot express the inner pain
that rages in her soul
With each cut
She silences
a voice she will not use
Is there any hearing ear
to stay this continuing abuse?
This inner battle
does rage on
in body and in soul
I look on helpless
Wishing she
would just let someone know
But wish no longer
For I have
forsaken my last promise
Will good come
or trouble ensue
from this broken confidence?
(9.08)
A sentence of breathtaking hope
A lens that colours the future
A statement which brings certain scope
A definitive question with uncertain answer
A way to look past what is now
Into a season to come
A glimpse that leaves us asking how
To attain such a glorious sum
But is it within our power
To exclude these hindering steps
Which cause us to stumble and glower?
Nay, they are the reason we continue
For without certain struggles and hardships
The product should not be as pleasing
And so these words shall dance from my lips
"Leave behind this, and press toward the promise.
(8.22.08)
Ignorant Passion
Oh, the fateful leap
of youthful good intentions
Hindsight offers much
in areas as these
The eager spoken
hungrily recieved words
which ignite such ignorant passions
I charge you
do not arouse or awaken love
until it so desires.
(8.25.08)
is there yet one?
perverted world
twisted life
could it be
that purity
was once an esteemed thing?
for the very thought
so often admired
in ages past
is now despised
and is there yet one
waiting for me?
(8.08)
Joy
Is there pleasure,
Or is there joy,
That can compare to mine?
For what I have
Most tortured souls
Would search the world to find.
On the whole earth
A greater happiness
Not a single man can find
And what could be the source
Of greater exuberance
Then to know
And be known
By another.
(9.08)
dead end day
alive.
awake.
breathing.
moving without intention.
walking and going nowhere
dead.
asleep.
suffocating.
living without life.
staring and seeing nothing
life has become a dead end.
(9.11.08)
A Penny For Thy Thoughts
What lies behind thine eyes?
Those sparkling pools of endless light
That can both dance with laughter
And show thy true sadness
What thoughts precede each sound?
Uttered from thy mouth
Which can shout with purest joy
Or speak of lonely sorrow
Oh, to know thy mind
Without waiting for expressions
Oh, to know thy thoughts
Without waiting for thy words
But doth even the subject
E’er truly know
The notion in mind
Without saying aloud?
And do even thou know
What thou will say
Before the words dance
Off thy tongue?
(9.08)
Untitled
My downcast face
Has shed a tear
Today for anothers woe
and its my prayer
the other shall
never come to know
what done today in secret
but shall be brought to light
because of things
I know she does that keep me up at night
The marks of sorrow
which do marr
the heart and skin external
Cannot express the inner pain
that rages in her soul
With each cut
She silences
a voice she will not use
Is there any hearing ear
to stay this continuing abuse?
This inner battle
does rage on
in body and in soul
I look on helpless
Wishing she
would just let someone know
But wish no longer
For I have
forsaken my last promise
Will good come
or trouble ensue
from this broken confidence?
(9.08)
