Sunday, December 10, 2006

Bored in Bethlehem... or something.

Been busy. Mostly with Christmas stuff... and it only stresses me further to realize that it's not over.

So for lack of anything better to post (because my brain feels like deep fried oatmeal) I'll just post some poetry slammin' poetry that I was forced to write for Mr Barnes's class.

Roses

As I wandered through the garden
I collected a rose or two
And as I pressed on further
My bouquet of roses grew.

The garden never seemed to end
I had known it since I was born
I had danced through all the beauty
I had fought through all the thorns.

One day I was walking alone
The sun was shining through
The garden brought a stranger
And the stranger said “I love you.”

With my young soul ignited
And discretion that I lack
I gave away my roses
And I never got them back.

Now I wander through the garden
With no roses of my own
I’d never give them all away
If I had only known.



Freedom Ring

Once upon my wedding day, anxiety filled my heart
I heard a voice behind me and I jumped up with a start.
It was the priest, I dare to say, and he wanted a few words.
And what he said to me that day was the best I’ve ever heard.
He said: “You look troubled, what is holding you back today?”
I said: “I don’t know where I’m going, but I think it’s the wrong way.”
His normally gentle eyes faded darker into black,
I had a heavy soul and I wished he would come back.
I waited for his return before I said what was burdening me.
I said: “I want a place where I can be safe, sound and free.”
He paused for just a moment then whispered in my ear
He said: “If there exists a freedom, you’ll not be finding it here.”




A Wish for Allison

When your world suddenly turns upside down,
When all your smiles turn to frowns,
When your dreams seem much to hard to grasp,
When you’re enslaved by a tight-fisted past,
When drops of saltwater blur your vision
When you have to make a tough decision,
Think of this, an honest plea
A wish for you, for you from me.
Press on further through your pain,
Sometimes go against the grain.
Search for love, it can be found,
And it will sweep you off the ground.
Place your trust in loyal friends,
Go on when the path takes a sharp bend.
Focus on what’s yet to be,
Open doors when you earn the key.
Reach for what you most desire,
Pursue what sets your heart on fire.
Look for beauty, face your fears,
Don’t be afraid to cry your tears.
Dig the earth and touch the stars,
Wait for time to heal your scars
Turn the cold into the warm,
Be a light house through the storm.
Always faithful, always true,
This is what I wish for you.



Night Song

It comes in darkness, under the blanket of a swirling black tapestry
Of stars and velvet sky
It never speaks a word; instead it serenades you as you drift away
Into delirium
It pushes, pulls you out of, into, away from, towards the deepest
Part of your very core
You will fall out of the highest window, soar over the highest mountain
Still eclipsed in its grasp
A night song so pure, so sound, so magical, your imagination will
Take a journey through time
And when it is through you are left as a shell of a man yearning for more
But you would sooner die
Before learning of what force this mystical being belongs to, or where
You will see it again.
For it is so dark, so silent, so secret, so good, so beautiful, that
It’s indescribable.



Seven Candles

I had a row of candles
Each candle had a name
They’ve since been blown out,
I only have myself to blame.

The seven candles sat upon
An altar in my mind
I should’ve put them somewhere else
That nobody could find.

The first three of the seven
Told what I held dear
Joy, Peace, and Laughter
Were represented there.

The last three of the row
Were things that brought me light.
Friendship, Mercy, Happiness
Were illuminating the night.

But by and by, time races on
And with it comes confusion
Of watching your life pass you by
Being haunted by its illusion.

I became blind to all things wrong
All was as it should be
Until the day I found my candles
Dark inside of me.

They went one at a time
As I never thought they’d do
But every time one of them went
Part of me died too.

I was lying on my altar
Gazing at wicks turned black
When I realized there was one candle
On which I turned my back.

In the middle sat Love
It had the brightest glow,
I remember when, and sigh because
Love was the first to go.








Delicious.

4 comments:

Katie (Olivena) said...

your poems are fantastic too! You so deserved a better rating on your roses poems!! Good luck in the competition... your goin down!!!!

Jk... luv ya lots

Katie (Olivena) said...

BRING... IT.... ON....

Chris (Krissy Latte) said...

those are quite good. "roses" is probably the best.

Melissa said...

Rock on little poet...that was AWESOME! I hope the stresses of the Christmas season don't weigh you down to much...my fav poem was Roses...you ROCK!