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Poetry Corner Part III
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Poetry Corner Part III Unbreachable Gulf You are on the other side, unreachable, unattainable. I shout, but my words are lost to the wind. I step close to the edge and look down. The bottom is not to be seen. I look to my right, and the chasm is endless in that direction, to my left is the same. I stare at you across the divide. Your motions mirroring mine, for you are the part of me I sent away. That negative part, that I could not bear. Strangely, I do not feel whole. I find I need you to learn about me, to strengthen me, I need my pain, my doubts, my ego, all of it is part of me, but now lost and beyond my grasp. I look, and you beckon me to you. Perhaps a leap of faith? I have that inside me still. I step off the edge and fall. Too late I realize my lesson, my negative me lies as well. Empathic Deliverance The emotions of this world is much to bear. Those passing by do not know it, but every feeling they have I can feel as well. Hatred, Anger, Love, Lust, and all deep within washes over me like a flood. I must be able to purge these from my soul. I do not have the power to do so, so I stagger on, cold, alone, the weight of the world upon my shoulders Ghost Trapped between this world and the next, seeing without being seen, existing without substance. Wanting, craving the attention, the touch of those around me, yet I am incorporeal to them, a mere memory, a whisper of the being I used to be. I want to scream "I am here!" But no one hears. Passing through walls, I walk among them, trying to be a part, but never to be known again. How it aches, to know that they are so close, yet worlds away. If only I had chosen the light, instead of staying, then I would not feel so alone among them. Someday they will have the same choice, and I hope they choose differently than me, the ghost that is me. My Night Friend In the night, you have come to cheer my soul and pour your wealth of friendship on me. If I could but repay, and have one ounce of the richness you have given me, I shall still be in your debt. My night friend, though the shadows surround us, we become a beam of light to show others the way. To know there is a depth that exceeds far more than the mundane things of life. I cherish your light, and all it conveys. I adore that you are here beside me, my friend in the night. Horizon It curves away from me, never getting closer. My wandering just makes it seem farther from my reach. I wish to attain that goal, to finally reach the end of the journey, but each step brings new distance, new pitfalls, new challenges to overcome. How did I ever make it this far. I dare not turn and look behind me, because if I do, my starting point will look so close compared to what I must reach. With each burdensome step, I go farther in my mind, to seek that which I can not seem to attain: Myself, whole once again. Endless Winter Winter is ending, a new beginning of spring has arrived. Yet in my heart, winter has it's clutches deep, not wanting to let go. I still see the barren trees, the withered grass, the emptiness of the land. No buds greet me, flowers do not bloom. The wind howls at me as I try to warm myself by the fires of the last fuel of my soul. Hope dwindles like the embers before me. I feel no cheer, I embrace no new season. I am doomed to wander the wasteland, alone, and<b> rejected. </font></b>Time echoes on, and yet I do not age. Come spring, and bring the life of new eagerness to my heart. Until you do, winter will continue in the frigid remains that is me. Ruins I walk through them and think of what might have been. The walls have been broken, the citadels cast down. I remember the night that they crumbled. Impact after jarring impact, laying waste to the brick and mortar I built. I put each piece there myself, keeping the invader out, resting safe behind my feeble construction. Then the invader came, and destroyed what I had erected. Now I am a vagabond wandering the ruins of my shattered unguarded soul. I weep I weep for things lost, things changed. What was, is not, that which is, is lessened. I am no longer able to maintain my strong spirit.Therefore, I weep.I weep because I have laid down my weapons for the battle is lost, I weep because I have been found lacking in what I should be. I surrender myself to the tears, they roll down and splash upon thirsty, dry ground. My eyes deny me my control. I weep for my heart, which knows where it belongs and yet is not functioning now. For now, I let the tears flow, and I weep. A viking's prayer I wish to see my home again, far away beyond the sea. I look to the east, and I imagine the sun to be my beacon home. I know however I can never reach it again, for I have crossed over to the other side, where my forefathers have travelled. In the drinking hall, we tell our tales. I sit and think of milady whom I left behind. I wonder if she has found another, a warrior to protect her from the horrors of the material world, for I cannot, here from the halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever. A new Creation: The shroud of night has enveloped me, and I embrace it. I let no one see me, or feel me, for I am a creature of night. No longer will I see or feel the light. In the distance she walks towards me, and I draw deeper into the night. I see she fears nothing, and I am undone. Her light and my shroud wrap each other within the other. We become one and we now see in a different light, the light of life and love, and a new creature emerges from the chrysalis to walk as an immortal among the mortals. Mirrored eyes The eyes are the mirror of the soul, and if that is so, then the mirror shines brightly of the soul of my love. In no way can i bear the light, but I am consumed with love for those orbs. I cannot look away, I cannot stop my gaze. I look deeper and deeper, and she ensnares me within herself. I am trapped, and I am not alone anymore. Her spirit engulfs me and devours my soul. I am part of her, and she of me. We are one until the end of days. Dreamworld Bound by another within my mind, never able to let go fully to the reality of the world around me, for I am lost in a dream of her. No other can affect me this way, and I shall never know true peace until I am with her always. My dream, my vision, my love. I cannot see the world around me clearly anymore. My heart constantly yearns to be near her, and doesn't wish to awaken from the other world in which it resides with her. That is my wish, to sleep forever in my dreamworld and never come back...but the real world always comes back to invade my dreams....or is my dream the real, and the real my nightmare? I better never sleep again. The steps I take each step and each step gets harder. Harder because each step takes me farther from you. I want to be near, I want to be able to hold you, but I am being carried so far away, not of my own will. Many hands drag me from you, because they want my soul, and they know you can redeem it. Please rescue me, stop my steps from taking me too far. The number 2 I have been thinking of the number 2 and what it can mean in my life. I have 2 hands with which I can make things, create, shape and mold whatever my heart desires. I have 2 legs which take me places I wish to go, and I see those things with my 2 eyes. I hear wonderful music and words with my 2 ears, lovely melodies, beautiful words. 2 is so powerful in my life. Truly it is more powerful than one, for 2 people in love can change the world, and also create life. 2 people in love can dance, hold hands, share all the joys life has to offer. I will always love the number 2. |
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