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Poetry

Sometimes I try my hand at poetry. I don't consider myself very good at it. Oh, and I prefer rhyming poetry.

Proceed at your own risk. I tend to write depressing poetry. I only write poetry when I'm feeling strong emotions. And those emotions are usually dark and depressing.

I do, every now and then, write really random stuff. Like poems to go with stories I'm working on.

Newer Poetry

I've decided to put all my newer poetry in my blog.
 

Emotion

Broken

I am broken
I am battered
I am beaten
I am shattered
I’m in pieces
on the floor
My soul is locked
beyond this door
My mouth is dry
From all this fear
Can’t face the world
I’m like a deer
The headlights flash
And I am stone
Locked in this moment
To die alone
I am broken
I can’t breathe
My soul is scattered
Like the leaves
One small gust
And I’m all gone
Into the darkness
Can’t see beyond
I am broken
I am battered
I am beaten
I am shattered
. . .
 
 
A Matter of Trust

The world is full of blindness,
I can't see beyond this veil
Who is friend and who is foe?
It's so hard to spot and tell

My heart is a guarded treasure
Locked like a door in the ghetto
It takes a lifetime to open
And the key is a sharpened stiletto

I’ve been beaten down and battered
by people who claim to be friend
When tears dry and old bruises fade
It all comes to the same in the end

It’s a matter of trust between comrades
Where the root of all things must find breath
The true love of friendship is constant
Long after the darkness of death
. . .
 
 
The Places That I’ve Been

I’ve touched the darkness in the lights
Been in the pit with the worst of sights
I’ve never touched the brightest stars
Been left alone with all these scars

I’ve felt the wrath of endless pain
Lost my mind and been insane
Sought death in my weakest state
Been around to want and hate

But of the places that I have been
I seek the greatest in the end
With friends to love and folks to trust
a life of joy until I’m dust

From the fog I’ve seen a place
Where I need not hide this cheerless face
The sun is bright and the sky is clear
There is nothing here that I must fear

Of all the places that I’ve been
From the darkness to light within
I’m most at peace when I’m alive
and found the spot where I will thrive
 . . .
 
 
Where Do I Belong?

Where do I belong
in this big ole scheme of things?
My heart pulls me in two directions
Just tugs upon my strings.

I've found something magical
which I must now release
though my soul will always linger
the physical must cease.

The airplane, it awaits me
the runway, it's all clear
but my vision, it is blurry
and my heart fights with this fear.

What if the earth stops spinning
and all things just freeze in place?
Will I once more find him
and recall his handsome face?

This life is so uncertain
I'm afraid to look away
Family calls me home
but my lover begs I stay.

If home is where the heart is
these two halves won't play along
Neither has an answer
so where do I belong?
. . .
 
 
Untitled

Do you see the girl
who’s heart pounds volts of need?
Can you read the glimpse
that’s full of useless greed?

Do you see the girl
who wants what she can’t touch?
Do you know the heart
which begs to feel so much?

Would you love the girl
with desire in her eyes?
Could you see beyond the mask
that is a sad disguise?

Would you know the girl
if you saw her face to face?
Could you fill a heart
that is an empty, lonely place?

Can you see the girl?
. . .
 

Utter Silliness

The Family Tree

I never want to study genealogy,
I’m afraid of what might fall out of the family tree,
We’re all a bit weird, a few of us quite strange,
The list goes on, but I’m not sure I want to add deranged.

I never want to study our bit of history,
‘Cuz I don’t want to have to prune the family tree,
Descendent of a king, descendent of a peasant,
In the end it comes down to this: It’s all a bit unpleasant.

. . .

This was written as a joke after playing around on a genealogy site for a bit. Sadly, it's also quite accurate. I have no interest in discovering who my ancestors are. I'm afraid I'd trace my lineage back to murderers and prostitutes.  XD

Poetry written to accompany stories

Dragon Speak

Somewhere, softly, comes a creature,
Only myths and legends know.
Creeping, crawling, speaking wisely,
You must follow where it goes.

Somewhere, dancing, they come together,
To light a world that’s dim.
Flowing, flying, guiding onward,
As your journey just begins.

There‘s a voice within the darkness
That leads you on your way
And freedom begins to beckon
As long night becomes the day.

Somehow, strangely, you’ll be protected,
As their power starts to peak.
Searching, seeking liberation,
You’ll hear their Dragon Speak.
. . .
 
 
At the End of Everything

At the end of everything
when your feet don’t touch the ground
Fear not the endless darkness
it leads to things profound

When the sky has vanished
and it seems all things are lost
Cry not for your simple life
but see the worlds you’ve crossed

This is not the end of time
but the greatest of creations
For when you cross into this place
you throw off limitations

A world unseen is newly found
A place where wrongs are righted
Where dreams of love and life are born
And friendships reunited
. . .
 
 
 The Song of the Prophets

Winter comes softly
The land turns to ice
Summer is hidden
And it shall be thrice

Brothers take up arms
Against one another they rise
Skoll devours the sun
Hati takes the moon from the skies

The rooster will crow
The gods will awaken
The dead will walk again
As the earth is shaken

The seas will ascend
As the serpent takes form
From his great gaping jaws
Comes a poisonous storm

Naglfar will come
The great ship from hell
Hymir as command
And Loki at the helm

From Muspell will gather
Fire Giants with torch
Surt takes up sword
The earth will be scorched

Heimdall of light
Who guards the gates of Bifrost
Will sound his horn calling heroes
Before all can be lost

Thor, god of thunder
Will strike down the beast
The poison will take him
His body its feast

Tyr, who wields justice
Will call out the hound
A fight to the death
As both shall be downed

God of sun and rain
Freyr will stand tall
But against Surt of fire
He surely will fall

Loki, the trickster
Meets an enemy of old
Heimdall the light
Both will lie cold

Fenrir slays Odin
Who is revenged by his son
Surt burns the nine worlds
Leaves untouched not a one

Then the earth will fall under
The great raging seas
To appear once again
Abundant and free

The gods who lived on
Will continue to govern
And those who have fallen
Will now be reborn

The great dream of prophets
From death comes rebirth
A Utopian nation
shall rise from the earth
. . .
 
 
 The Bards
 
The bards, the bards, the bards,
They’re lards, they’re lards, they’re lards!
They sing their songs of stories,
Of distant worlds and glories,
In shards, in shards, in shards!

A mix of words and phrases,
They’re sung in drunken dazes,
The lies they tell are famous,
But can you really blame us,
Who wants the hero an ignoramus?

The bards, the bards, the bards,
Their parchment runs for yards,
They’ll sing a distant battle,
But their voices scare the cattle!
They’re lards, they’re lards, they’re lards!
. . .
 
 
Gypsy Girls
 
We gypsy girls are scandalous!
The men, they are all fans of us!
They come from distant places,
To be in our good graces,
And try to lay their hands on us!

We gypsy girls are wild,
We love our men all riled,
They want a peek beneath our skirt,
We send them spinning in the dirt,
To whine just like a child!
 
We gypsy girls are teasers,
Our men, they are all pleasers,
They get down on their hands and knees,
They want to kiss and hold and squeeze,
We leave them all in seizures!

We gypsy girls are wild,
We live to be reviled,
The men, they want to touch us,
They want to paw and muss us,
We leave them all defiled!

Cause we gypsy girls are wild!”
. . .
 
 
The Dragon Prince
 
The dragon prince is sleeping,
Beneath the hallowed moon,
His followers are waiting,
His awakening is soon.
 
The magic, it is strongest here,
Beneath the brittle sky,
The dragon prince shall spread his wings,
And soon he’ll learn to fly!

Memories awakened,
For long has been his rest,
He’ll take his place upon his throne,
And receive his rightful crest!
 
He’ll rule again, for a thousand years,
Before his time grows late,
He’ll return to sleep beneath the moon,
And his followers shall wait.

On and on and on again,
The dragon prince shall rise and sleep,
For in the world of fairytales,
Our memories run deep and deep.
 . . .
 
 
The Girl Who Fell

Here’s the story of the girl who fell
From the Golden Tower to a stormy hell
With arms spread wide she sought to fly
But the world could not have her, nor even the sky

She loved a man she should not touch
And sealed her fate as such was such
Cold kisses at night and hot glances at day
For her transgression she was cast away

A witch’s scorn is awfully cruel
To go against her is to be a fool
She sees it all with her fiendish gaze
And thou who tests her, she pays, she pays

So here’s the story of the girl who fell
From the Golden Tower to a stormy hell
She paid it all to the witch she’d riled
She gave it all to save her child
. . .