Lush

What goes better with drinking than pirates?! Three days of listening to Alestorm will do that to ya ;)


Lush

Excessive sunlight streaming through
A window streaked by liquored hands
From lass and lad who downed a few
In mugs and jars from far 'way lands.
The laughs were loud, the fun got wild,
Still the bar maid merely smiled.
Raucous now the noise was growing
Yet rum and mead still went about,
The night showed naught of e'er slowing
Till one by one the lush passed out.
Still and quiet the hours grew,
Then sunlight broke the day anew.

- 15 January, 2010

Untitled

A morning spent driving around the highways and interstates, thinking about the last few nights and phone calls...


Untitled

Each sunset keeps me thinking, always wondering
How it is we got this way, always left wanting.
Every phone call ends the same, goodnights said in vain;
Better nights cannot be had after so much pain.
How we try to mend the "us", try and try once more;
Fighting done with soft-spoke words, our own civil war.
Changes need be quicker made, if we are to last;
Deeper love-bonds must be won ere we come the past.

- 14 January, 2010

Happiness

After waking up at three in the morning a few nights, only to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling with a head full of thoughts, I decided to stay up last night and write a little bit...


Happiness

Far too long we've spent apart,
and time has taken its toll
on your heart and convictions.
Your distrust and disbelief
have taken their toll on me.
Why is it we "fight" so much?

I know I've hurt you before.
How I've tried to make amends
for all that I've put you through.
What I don't know how to say
is that you've been hurting me
with each unresolved issue.

Bringing up from years ago
the unhappiness and doubt
that still remains within you
convinces me it's futile.
I will never live this down,
and you will never trust me.

You ask me to support you
and to just be there for you.
I've spent a year and more
listening and supporting,
I've been waiting... wondering
why it hasn't changed your heart.

What is it I'm doing wrong?
Maybe it isn't just me...
And maybe it isn't you...
Have we grown too far apart?
The real question for me though...
How can we both be happy?

- 05 January, 2010

Leaving ( I )

You told me you were done playing this game... Where does that leave me now...?


Leaving ( I )

Doubt and fear take fast their hold,
Ne'er to let you see the light.
Wrapped in darkness, ghostly cold,
Torment follows to behold
One with eyes no longer bright
Nor the will left for this fight.

Lost in thoughts that tear apart
Mind and love from younger past,
You, you say, long to depart.
Softer times call to your heart
When our fates by love were cast,
Cherished words we'd oft impart.

Days of new see fewer smiles,
Happiness escapes your hold.
Ever seeming less worthwhile,
Bonds recess and leave a vile
Darkened void within a cold
Numb heart, naught left to behold.

- 01 December, 2009

Train Wreck

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Train Wreck

Thunder pressing, blind torment
Lightning pulsing, gloom obscured
Fires burning, ash and smoke
Broken pieces all around

Twisted metal, rail and stock
Jagged crevice, earthen scars
Madness trailing, pain entombed
Suppressed chaos breaking free

Haunting siren, scarce too late
Panic ceding, feeling numb
Final exhale, lasting breath
Slowly finding sweet release

- 23 November, 2009

II words

two words.
all it takes.
two words.
armor evaporates.
two words.
atop the world.
two words.
emotions swirl.
two words.
said in a flash.
two words.
ripped through me like a gash.

Firefly (working title)

Written with the original title "Firefly" though after completing the verse, it no longer seemed as applicable as it did when I started. I may use it for future lines, if the words and rhythms come together. Also written in part because of a gentle push from a stranger... thank you... your anticipation of my next post helped open the ink gates.


Firefly (working title)

Sweetly scented wind in sun
Grass and vine sway in the breeze
Stream o'er bedrock loves to run
Leaves all giggle with the trees

Quiet still and thinking oft
Seeing worlds within his own
Fiery soul yet speaking soft
Till the need for sharper tone

Waning sun and waking moon
Stars gaze Earthward from their height
Darkness deepens none too soon
Shadows dance in failing light

Sneaking out at dusk to play
Eyes aglow in pure delight
Naught but evil be his prey
Ever will he wage this fight

- 04 June, 2009

*note to self* doesn't feel finished...