Poetry...
I think I'm going to go back to writing poetry. Here's my current stuff. Critique as you will.
Where Angels Fear to Tread
You who rule my heart,
So devilishly fond
Of dreams of life
And hopes of love.
Why do you torture me so,
Making my mind a blur
And creating a life
I am unable to live?
Forever I seem to be
Trapped within myself
With no escape.
My only joys are
The thoughts in my head,
Those which no man knows,
And no soul hears.
To all others it seems
As a wasteland,
Devoid of order,
Useless to men.
Little, they realize,
It is a mass of thought
Which taints those who seek
The wisdom within.
My thoughts are my own,
But those who wish may ask
Though the answer I give,
None may know before,
For when I give my answers
Even I do not know what I will say.
For my mind remains mine,
And it will always be
A place where
Angels fear to tread.
When the Morrow...
When the morrow comes,
It's blade drawn high
Upon the night sky
Rending the day from it's rest.
There is a glimmer of hope
That lingers still -
The memories of a day gone
And the hopes of a day to come.
When the morrow comes
Time seems to matter not,
For time moves always forward
To make way for things to come
And drop the deeds been done.
And when the morrow comes,
There will I stand
Waiting in anxious solitude
Ready to receive the most precious gifts
Known to man.
The gifts of Life and Love.
Dreams
Shadows through the night
Dancing within a pale light
Mortal anguish, terrible fear
Always crying, never a tear
Forever descending a plummeting fall
Limbs contorted like some kind of doll
Courageous leaps of faith gone wrong
Falling short through cracks of dawn
Ascending grace and flowing through time
Leaving worldly bounds with aching chime
Alas! when all seems for naught
And hope beyond thought...
Awake you come, awake at last!
Glances around, seeing seeing the past...
Shadows through the night
Dancing within a pale light...
Void
Enigmatic waves of crystalline light
Surround and crush my sight
Peeling emotions away
And leading me astray
Towards the ever impending doom
Which before us all looms
Pre-empted by fate
Touched with my hate
This fear is like a binge
And within it I cringe
Within myself I find a place
Where there is naught but space.
Wicked Pain
Flaring pain assaults my mind
Never releasing it's vicelike bind
Brightly bursting upon a shore
Borne on winds with violent force
Faithfully serving a master unseen
Forgetting not the monstrous scene
Forever it seems since last I slept
And inside always was it kept
Too proud to admit
Too dumb to forget
The pain which recedes in the light
Where Angels Fear to Tread
You who rule my heart,
So devilishly fond
Of dreams of life
And hopes of love.
Why do you torture me so,
Making my mind a blur
And creating a life
I am unable to live?
Forever I seem to be
Trapped within myself
With no escape.
My only joys are
The thoughts in my head,
Those which no man knows,
And no soul hears.
To all others it seems
As a wasteland,
Devoid of order,
Useless to men.
Little, they realize,
It is a mass of thought
Which taints those who seek
The wisdom within.
My thoughts are my own,
But those who wish may ask
Though the answer I give,
None may know before,
For when I give my answers
Even I do not know what I will say.
For my mind remains mine,
And it will always be
A place where
Angels fear to tread.
When the Morrow...
When the morrow comes,
It's blade drawn high
Upon the night sky
Rending the day from it's rest.
There is a glimmer of hope
That lingers still -
The memories of a day gone
And the hopes of a day to come.
When the morrow comes
Time seems to matter not,
For time moves always forward
To make way for things to come
And drop the deeds been done.
And when the morrow comes,
There will I stand
Waiting in anxious solitude
Ready to receive the most precious gifts
Known to man.
The gifts of Life and Love.
Dreams
Shadows through the night
Dancing within a pale light
Mortal anguish, terrible fear
Always crying, never a tear
Forever descending a plummeting fall
Limbs contorted like some kind of doll
Courageous leaps of faith gone wrong
Falling short through cracks of dawn
Ascending grace and flowing through time
Leaving worldly bounds with aching chime
Alas! when all seems for naught
And hope beyond thought...
Awake you come, awake at last!
Glances around, seeing seeing the past...
Shadows through the night
Dancing within a pale light...
Void
Enigmatic waves of crystalline light
Surround and crush my sight
Peeling emotions away
And leading me astray
Towards the ever impending doom
Which before us all looms
Pre-empted by fate
Touched with my hate
This fear is like a binge
And within it I cringe
Within myself I find a place
Where there is naught but space.
Wicked Pain
Flaring pain assaults my mind
Never releasing it's vicelike bind
Brightly bursting upon a shore
Borne on winds with violent force
Faithfully serving a master unseen
Forgetting not the monstrous scene
Forever it seems since last I slept
And inside always was it kept
Too proud to admit
Too dumb to forget
The pain which recedes in the light