Monday, December 7, 2009
Warlock
Christmas, Thanksgiving and Me
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Greatest Monster
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Clockwork Eternal
Monday, October 19, 2009
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.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Interpretaion: Poetry is Scary
My mate says he's jealous of my poetry. Not the mean nasty jealous, but the I wish I could do that jealous. When I pointed out that he never even talks about what I write, he said that if he talked about it then he would probably misinterpret it or the discussion would color my poetry in the future.
This got me to thinking and in that twisted way I have I realized that probably for many people, poetry is just scary. No one wants to be the bad guy, or wrong, or anything. Some just want to quietly enjoy or contemplate what was written because it's safest to read and keep quite.
I say in my own way, that that is so much BS. I write my poetry because I have a million things to say to a million different people and I don't want to sit writing a novel about it in order to get my point across. Sometimes I have an object on my mind, sometimes it's a specific phrase. What I enjoy best is when people read my poetry and comment, send feedback, and generally open their mouths to taste the fresh air with full realization that the Bush baked bean man will not be shoving a shoe in their mouth at any moment.
So I say to you people, if you don't like the piece, say so, in my mind it didn't speak to you, oh well we'll try again. Tell me how YOU interpret it, what do you see when you read what I've written. I am always astounded by how other people interpret my works and quite frankly it tickles me pink to hear/read the comments.
Side Note: I will continue to post my older pieces in an attempt to generate new avenues for new pieces. Some of you have seen these, some of you have not. I will always let you know if it's an older piece. If it's recently written then you will just find the poem. :) Happy interpretations, and remember... you are never wrong with poetry.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Walk
when all are asleep except those like me,
Those who wake truly in the hours of sunset,
Walk down the dark paths and observe the darkness,
If by chance, perhaps,
You find me cloaked in shadows,
looking back at you.
Show me not fear, I have no use for it,
save amusement,
Show me not distrust, for you are distrusted
simply by being on my paths,
Show me not anger, for you have nothing
that I can not counter,
Walk the dark paths in quiet observance,
See what I have seen,
Know me for who I am, cloaked in shadow,
Know, that as you walk in my darkness
I do not fear you
My armor forged of your fears,
My weapons forged of a thousand wars,
If you insist on being on my paths,
Seek simply, to walk.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Your Eyes
Studying your wrinkled brow
As you concentrate on your task
Your hands, a blur of motion
Your eyes clear and concentrated,
Even the flash of your ring
As your hands continue their task
Do not sway me from my trance.
You look up from your toil,
Meeting my eyes,
an eerie light shining in yours,
As you hand me destiny.
Will you see through my mask?
This guise I wear for humanities benefit?
Will you see through the illusions that I spin,
To my core, to who I really am?
You hold my eyes with your own,
Though I am not able to look away
I feel drawn in as your hands
Move once more.
Finally, I am able to break the gaze,
Focus elsewhere, anywhere,
On the crystal pendulum
Gently rocking in the still room.
On the loom,
Its cords and heddle strung with the fates
That are our lives.
On the bowl, shiny and bright,
Filled with water waiting
For your gaze.
On the cards within your hands,
Waiting to talk to those
Who would listen.
But finally my gaze
Rests again in your eyes.
It is then that I am calm,
You know me, you see me,
You know me the way no other would,
If they didn’t have your eyes.
I know from your expression
As you place the cards,
That you see through my mask,
Your eyes betraying you
And at the same time
Your eye showing you the truth.
You show me no fear,
As you set your hand upon the cards,
Hierophant, Judgment, Death, Wheel
These are my cards,
Calmly you sit,
Telling me of my past,
As if reminiscing on what was
With an old friend.
Then as you hold my gaze,
The world having long faded away,
You tell me what may be,
And through the masks, and cloaks and shields
I see the truth of it
In your eyes
It is then that I start my journey,
It is then that I draw strength
So that finally my masks
Will dissolve and I will no longer
Hide from the world,
For I will have found my purpose
In an instant, through your eyes…
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Crossroads
Four paths merge on one road,
The darkest the most protective
The lightest the most reckless,
The primal moving with fluid grace,
The protector wary of the paths ahead,
At the crossroads we meet,
in between the primal need to move,
to fly with those with angel wings,
to look into the eyes of the daemon,
and see the void of never ending life,
At the crossroads we meet,
To watch the protector watching,
his words and his swords ready to cut,
to see family home again,
to watch them safe in their beds
never to know the dangers in the night,
At the crossroads we meet,
noisy crows sent as harbingers,
The sky crimson with color,
these birds destroying rosebush after rosebush,
their cries echoes of fallen shadows,
that shift across the earth,
freezing all that they touch,
At the crossroads we meet,
The primal and the protective,
The dark and the light,
Marked by one another,
Into the eyes of the abyss we walk,
heads high as we step into the void,
Our journey one small road after another,
Until we part ways,
Never to say goodbye,
Always till we meet again.
For Me...
About me now: You could look at it and say well won't you be the same later, but I really won't. Now I'm a mom, I have a wonderful son who is turning 9 at the end of the month, and I have two effective foster children, I don't know when they will dissappear but I give them my love no matter what. I'm a mate, my mate is a wonderful man who keeps me safe and lets me feel freedoms that I don't think I would feel in any other relationship. I have a HUGE family. Some of them are biological (actually very few) others are not but they are my family none the less. I look after them, and they in turn look after me. I'm going to school (again) can't seem to finish this project so I'm chalking it up to a life goal. Maybe one day I will be able to look at myself and see where I am now and where I am then and know that I've come a long way.
I'm getting married. Finally. This is something that I've longed for for so long, and quite frankly I'm glad that it's happening with my mate. I couldn't think of a better man to spend the rest of my life with. Things are probably not as different for me as they are for many of the other people out there... I try to be a good person, I try to help people, I have a hard time saying No. This is something that I am sure I will learn in time, but frankly, part of me dreads that day.
I intend on using this blog for my poetry, for my various writings, and for other things, most of my important thoughts come out in pros and are meant for many different peoples and many different times. So for me, I will enjoy the writing, for everyone else, I hope you enjoy the posts.