Beautiful Submission

Who knows the minds eye?

Are you free in yourself?

Do you look into the mirror,

Disgust on your face

Wondering, Am I beautiful?

What is the measure of the minds eye?

In the moments of release

Where there is nothing left but you

Will you see your true self

For what you are?

Beautiful.

Your body a thing of genetics

Your mind a thing of experiences

You look into the mirror

Examining yourself inside

And wondering, Am I Beautiful?

Where does your beauty lie,

Is it in the smooth curve of the neck

The flatness of the tummy perhaps

Or is it in demeanor,

Your nature to be that which

To many would be repulsive

And yet you feel your strength

Knowing, that you have submitted

Not to the beauteous expectations

Of a race which reveres

The haggard skeletal follower

But to your own expectations

Of Beauty.

As you kneel before your own alter

Looking into the mirror of truth

Seeking your inner beauty

You see finally,

That though you have been bent

To the will of the world

It is in your submission to your own will

That ultimately makes you

Beautiful.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is a new piece posted for the first time.  I hope with it we will each be challenged to seek our own beauty and to understand each others.  Common beauty is just that, common.

Storms Make us Stronger

All things end in time

As the cycle comes to a close.

Remember the words of the wind and earth

and fire in your heart will dim to a glow.

Find the strength to carry on,

the torch though dim still burns.

Remember and remember forgive and forgive

but never to forget the words.

The storms make us stronger,

the winds teach us to stand

The waters cleanse our spirits

before we once again seek land.

The banner is still flying,

Some have lost their track,

In war and peace there are casualties,

We mourn their loss and death,

But the storms make us stronger

And the winds teach us to stand

The waters cleans our spirits

Before we seek dry land.

AUTHORS NOTE: So this is another older piece but it exactly how I feel right now.  I see no point in creating a new piece of work for something that quite frankly I've already said.  I would however like to point out that I haven't stopped composing new poetry.  I am working on a new piece but I need to get over my writers block first.  My hope is that you enjoy this one until the next post. 

Warlock

I stand resolute,

Unable to believe the words

Cast in my direction by the wind

My awareness a shade of darkness

That uses light like a prism

To reflect the changes in others

For myself to view

Within the darkness I have noticed you

Skulking through your moments of solitude

Believing you have everyone fooled

Believing you are the only one aware

Thinking that no one notices the changes

Make no secrets that you are not willing to have seen

Make no moves that you are not willing to explain

You demand from others

And yet, are indignant when any demand of you,

Bring you information you ask,

Sending your little minions scurrying about,

Believing that they work with you,

When in reality your disdain for them is simply clouded,

Let them not see.

When in reality you are nothing more than a user,

A small insignificant dot in the sky of change

Who believes that the only way should be yours

Christianity suits you,

One more person standing on a soap box screaming

Mine is the right and true way, none other is true!

Believe only me.

The writing is on the subway walls,

For all to see if they simply wish to look,

Unable to bend to the ways of another,

To neither accept them nor trust that they can accept you,

I am not like you,

I know who and what you are,

Your shadow games and misguidance's are not lost on me,

Your moments of silence to preserve your precious knowledge

Your inability to trust,

You are you,

I accepted that a long time ago,

You use me to your own ends

You have no respect for me,

Few do.

But I am me,

I have been here in your territory,

I have moved in your circles,

You can not simply cast me out,

I will not play your games any longer.

Gathering people around you,

Like so many Pokémon so that none will hear my words

Making sure that they only know what you want them to,

Molding them to be good little drones,

Never to consider ideas beyond yours,

It's too dangerous to do such, you could get hurt,

Speaking to adults as if they are children,

You could be misguided, mine is the only right way,

I am the only one that can help you, teach you,

Start a church or get over it.

My mistake in this void was loving you,

A mistake I recognize and won't fix

My mistake was trusting you

A mistake I won't make again.

Until you have earned it.

My trust is only given freely once.

Yet I will be here, as I always am,

Keeping my home open, doing my work,

Work you couldn't fathom, work you think insignificant,

And when the deceiver's voice comes to my door,

I will not allow it to touch me,

For my trust has been lost,

And to me, your moments of silence,

Are no better than lies.

AUTHORS NOTE:  This is an older piece.  I know it's not like some of my other pieces as it's much darker, angrier and overall harsher.  I keep this piece around (it's not one of my favorates) because it shows the breadth of what I can write as a poet in many regards.  I was angry when it was written that shows through very clearly.  :)  Once again this is an OLDER PIECE written over 2 years ago at this point.

Christmas, Thanksgiving and Me

So I haven't actually been able to post in some time.  This is truely and completely my fault and also the fault of the season.  There have been several things that have been weighing on my mind and that has caused me to have endless writers block.  I swear, I haven't forgotten so soon, I will post something old new or blue in the very near future. :)

The Greatest Monster

It creeps it churns,

In the pit it burns,

With gurgle and splurch it rises

To stalk my waking nightmares

With tentacles of spiders legs and worms

Its teeth made of jagged lava

Its body a mish mash of digested rubbish

Its skin, continually glistening

With a syrupy sheen

Its eyes a thousand caramel globes

Following my every move

I stand frozen,

Looking into the mirror

I, who have stalked monsters

Looked into the Leviathans jaws,

Seen the taint of the werewolf,

Followed the wayward vampire,

Leashed the nimble fairy

And yet this monster,

In it’s glorious moment

Causes me to think in revulsion

How could I,

The bravest of my siblings

The one destined to walk

In the darkest of places

Be bested by this basest of monsters?

As I look into the cool basin

Wishing that I were somewhere

Anywhere but here,

Had my desires driven me to this

A hallowed eve gone frightfully wrong

It hits me again,

Punching through my reserves

My stomach rolling with it’s taint

My willpower gone

To this monster of the night

And I realize at last

My mistake was in holding back

As I finally bend and

Gasping cry out

The monster reaches for victory

But in the end I have defeated it.

After a moment of tears I stand

And once again vow,

That fiend known as Halloween candy

Will never, ever, plague me again…

Clockwork Eternal

I sit in the chair,

My head down, hands still,

My eyes unseeing, waiting, watching,

Feeling neglected by your touch,

As you play with others and in these moments

As the dust settles

I feel…trapped and alone

My arms strung too loosely to move

My legs unwound and lax,

Only the faint beat of my heart

Show signs that I am aware,

Waiting to come alive in your hands

Dully I watch you as if in a dream

Longing for the moment

As you caress the toy in your hands

That you would love me

In the same fashion

Then your eyes become distant

As if waking from a dream

And you look around

Searching for something lost to you

Then your eyes settle

On me.

Dully I watch as you enter

A cloth and a brush

Oil and parts,

You lovingly caress me

As if finding a prize possession thought

In your mind to be lost

Gently you fix me,

My arms and legs no longer useless

My skin shining with new paint

My hair gently curling down my back

And from a chest you pull

Shiny and new

a clockwork heart

It’s gears and cogs quietly ticking

Its springs moving in simple harmony

To your own beat.

As you place this into my chest

I realize that you had never

Forgotten me,

You were fixing my heart

And making it your own,

Upon winding the springs

To move my emotion

I come alive in your hands,

You smile at me a look of satisfaction

Gently caressing my face

Showing me that you would treat

None the way you treat me,

You will always be there, fixing me

Even when I don’t see the process,

I will never wait forever,

For my clockwork heart

Beats in time with yours

And our beat

Is eternal…

For You

For You My Love

I would drive across the ocean

my mind a clarity of thought

as I whisper sweet everything’s to you.

Over distances of millennia I have walked,

I have waited for you,

I am still waiting.

Yet you are still there, my heart

splayed at your feet for you to trample

yet you do not.

You sit back in your moment of omnipotence,

take my heart into your hand

and brush the dust from it, as if

to brush the dust from a weary traveler.

The softest touch from your hand seems to

bruise me and heal me in one breath.

The fire within me a supernova of lights, images, sounds,

you have found me my love.

A piece of me forever yours,

given willingly without reservation

For You

NOTE: This piece was dedicated to my good friends.  One of which waxed poetic one day about the lengths that he would go through for his lady love.  Needless to say, I went a bit ... farther, but you get the point.  :)  Hope you enjoy.