Oblivion

I always lose
My mental games
Somehow I can’t seem
To get the hang
Off all the mental
Games I play
A girl to my heart
Can’t find the way

And are we headed
Toward oblivion
Well perhaps
Already
We are there
There is no
Answer page to
Flip to
insanity
I shall stare

Ring!

Ring! The phone
must not be answered.
Ring! I wait all day
to be rung.
Ring! How childish
is the game I play.
Ring! Inside my
head I’m rung.

The Blankest Stare

I saw an old friend of mine today
but he wasn’t really there
Where once was infectious laughter.
Lingered only the blankest stare

I tried to look into his soul
and peer into his eyes
but where once was affection and honesty
Laid deceitfulness and lies.

I tried to look amused
so as not to give away
the pain I felt in growing up
It catches all someday.

In our parting tonight
I sank my head with fear
that the time where I may
blankly stare
may be drawing near.

Happy Halloween (11-03-04)

Advance Appology to the Human Race

Our little village tucked deep away
today has caught the eye
of some old friends I never knew
Traveling through the sky

There be not much to offer you
upon your arrival here
A score of crackers getting stale
or prehaps you'd like a beer?

I appologise for the way
you met our welcome crew
it's hard to say it was the hand of peace
extended, that shot at you

I know it's hard to comprehend
the use of blatant might
harder still, the reason why
your color just wasn't right

I have one wish to ask
of the journey you embark
do not spare a single soul
Burn all of Tinley Park.

A poem about regret

As I lay down
to my final rest
You'd think that
I'd have much to say

I don't.

That's because I've said
it all

And you'd likewise suspect
I would begin to
count my regrets

Again you'd be wrong
I'm not

Not because I accept
or did it all right
no.
Because I regret it all.

Sleep in Scarlet Rain

Sleep now my love
close your eyes
count the sheep
close your eyes
and sleep

The moon has risen
the sun escaped
law down
atop the morning dew
sleep now my love
all must be for you

Close your precious eyes
my love
I know not why you pain
but peace is found in a
terrible way
sleep in scarlet rain

Gather

Gather here readers
Tell me
For what reason do
you read?
Does this line take your fancy,
More than this one?

Instead of reading
alone
Why don't you gather
and live, together

I sit alone and write,
that you may live.
And I inspire you,
that you may never die.

Love

I used to be able to love,
But I've since lost my way.
I'm not the man I used to be,
But the fool I am today.

She waits for me to see her,
Standing a foot away.
She waits for me to touch her,
For the day I'll look her way.

I look past, and do not see her;
I can't see her standing there.
I see only golden rays of sunshine,
Where you would point to hair.

I see mountain peaks and valleys,
I hear a whisper in the breeze.
I gaze into the twinkling stars,
And feel the calming of the seas.

But do not cry my little angel,
Because I can't see you there.
I dont not see you in front of me,
Because I see you everywhere.

And you?

There are many ways to express your pain

Writing poems in a dark room late at night

listening to dreary symphonies by dead composers

while thinking of all the ways I'll never have you

are just one of many ways to express your pain.


This I have accepted.


And you?

And you, too

And you?

What will you have accomplished by the end of this poem?
Don’t turn your eyes away now, you’ve already begun
The chain of pain and sadness that is your life
Is well underway, and there is no escaping life
only in death, can you look for peace, and so I’ve been
told, there is little peace to be found in that either
So what will you do, now that you know your only
escape from life, is just another painful chain of events
leading infinitely onward toward eternity


The End (of so much more than just this poem)

lucky poem...

How far can we go

How far can we go,
To secure the peace?
How hard should I fight,
To secure the peace
If a life is lost,
To secure our peace,
Is it really worth it,
To secure our peace?

A demon haunts,
And has waged a war.
A cancer spreads,
And has waged a war.
Willing to fight,
And has waged a war.
An enemy of the peace,
Has waged a war.

A epic battle,
When then two collide.
In one hundred years time,
When the two collide.
All are left hurt,
When the two collide.
No one is safe
When the two collide.

Peace reigns king,
The cancer has died.
The normal life returns,
The cancer has died.
All is again well,
The cancer has died.

A life was lost...
...But the cancer has died.

Hardest to Remember

Because no matter
how hard you try to move backward in life,
life will continue to move forward just as fast
so even in your most stellar attempts
your still standing in place
know this

And do not try to move life
but let life move you
and never hesitate to look around you

Be not ashamed to fall down
for if you do, only then
can you see where
those before you have been

Take your time in standing
and learn not to forget
your way around

Most important
And hardest to remember
When you turn the page
Or set down the book
Remember what you read
It can save your life
It already saved mine

A City Poem

Sometimes you’ll find,
the loneliest place on earth,
is where everyone seems to be.

Some take refuge in quiet alleys,
some in cars,
some on piers,
some on quiet boardwalks,
or in empty bars.

Most nights
I walk far into the darkness,
and emerge just as I had entered.
Alone

I have enough mind
to check cautiously
for stalkers,
muggers,
and men seeking change.
But just as every check before that,
nothing.

Just once when I look
Suspiciously over my shoulder,
I hope to see that, yes,
Someone really is following
Close behind.

Pain

Pain, true pain
never really
goes away.

It hides behind laughter.
It creeps along joy.
It haunts the blissful.

And awakens the terror.

Pain, true pain
Will haunt you
Until you die.

It awakens the horror

There can be no laughter.
There will be no joy.
The blissful are already dead.

Evil must walk among us.

Love Must Scorn

In times of sorrow,
and times of pain,
When I’ve thought not,
to love again,

a woman shall come,
and ease my morn,
but time shall come,
and love must scorn.

A man may never give part
to the remnants of
his broken heart.

The Girls

As the girls walk by
Attracting glaces, stares
Whistles from old men
I sit and watch

As the girls
(who used to be the girls)
Walk by
Attract no glaces, no stares

But I watch them anyway
Moving slowly along
Taking in life
Knowing the importance of time
For theirs is the age of wisdom

And the dreamers shall dream

And the dreamers shall dream
And the writers will write
All while the merry makers
Make with delight

And the lovers will love
And the fighters will fight
All while the merry makers
Make with delight

And the preachers will preach
And the pyros ignite
Still the merry makers
Make with delight

And only on the darkest night
Shall the earth be paralyzed with fright.
Then and only then
Shall the merrymakers cease with their delight.

Time

Man has synthesized his own worst enemy.


Time.

The only time that is
Is time well spent
Where does it go when you need it?

Of the essence
It’s running out
Where will it be when you want it?

Rise in the east
To set in the west
Where can I look to find it?

A flick of the wrist
Enough to spare
Where will you be when you have it?

Life is short
With heavy wrists
It always knows where to find you.

The Noble Man

I received a letter
From my past today
It had some interesting
Things to say
It answered a question
I once had
About a stranger
Whose name was dad

The date was postmarked
Some years back
(Perhaps it was lost
in the post mans sack)
Whatever the reason
However the rhyme
It just didn't make it
to him in time

I tried to love
and to believe
the man who stood up
and requested leave
but i will never come
to question my
keenness to
detect a lie

Time is all Heaven and Hell

Time has no friends
he kills us all
He’s quick to change his ways

I sit alone
tonight to cry
He’s numbered out my days

But I’m not alone
at all because
He’s taken from you as well

I know not God
Nor angel of death
Time is all heaven and hell

My Giants

When I look out my window
I see giants, many giants
Standing guard
At the foot of a vast
and mighty
Ocean.

No water,
This ocean bleeds the blood
Of a thousand fallen
Not to the wars
Ill fought, unjust

Not the soldiers, politicians,
government, famous, athletic
No giants would be needed
To guard such thin blood.

Here lay those who go
without awe
The dreamer, and the artist
The seer who saw
and the lowly.

Here at the feet of giants
Who stand guard
And remind us that there are
those still
Who live, to live
I look to these giants
And smile every morning.

Stupid Hurricane Never Hit

Stupid hurricane never hit, she told me
as it couldn’t really be farther than the truth
it certainly did it, and it will keep on wrecking
the shores of our youth, the homes of our young
and the playgrounds of those yet to be of age
to enjoy all they have to offer
oh, the hurricane is well underway
and it is to those, who have yet to experience it
just a hurricane off the troubled shores of time
but to those caught in the eye, it can be so much
more, or so much less

time is but a game we play to the pass the time

The Setting Sun

The Setting Sun

For whom does the sparrow sing,
For whom does the kitten purr.
All of these and the setting sun,
All must be for her.

For whom does the cricket call at night,
For whom does the green grass grow.
All of this and the setting sun,
Are for her, this much I know.

For whom at night, do the stars shine down,
To whom does the moonlight cast.
All of these and the setting sun,
As long as her breath shall last.

Now for whom will the robin sing?
Now for whom will the green grass grow?
Now that you are gone my love,
These things I shall not know.