River of Dreams
Dreams may come true, so they say,
But I'm still waiting for mine.
I wished upon a star, one bitter winter night
Then someone told me to stop reaching for the moon.
All I had ever wanted was a wish,
All I had ever needed was a dream.
But they lay in the night sky quietly blinking down at me
Who can touch the stars?
Who can reach the moon?
I stare at this lonely river and realize it is only me
I stand here, a heart filled with dying hopes
Staring at the unreachable jewels
My dreams seem so distant and far
For, reaching for your dreams
Is like reaching for the moon.
There reflecting on the river my hope sleeps
I step into the stars as they drift along
beside me. my legs wading deeper
and deeper into the rippling night.
I stride through the rushing current
My hands dive clasping cold moonlight.
I bathe in the soft silver stream
Holding now, in my hands, the moon
2003
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Moon
I believe i wrote this poem for a poster that I made as a present for nicole for her birthday in high school.
The Moon
The silver rains of your majesty
fast flood the sleepless hills.
You walk among the wild paths strung free
Bathing them in your soft light.
Your bright glittering beams caressing
the now voiceless world below.
You are the queen of the night
Awaken the sweet slumbering woods,
and send men's restless minds peace
The Moon
The silver rains of your majesty
fast flood the sleepless hills.
You walk among the wild paths strung free
Bathing them in your soft light.
Your bright glittering beams caressing
the now voiceless world below.
You are the queen of the night
Awaken the sweet slumbering woods,
and send men's restless minds peace
Slavery to Desire
Creative writing - 2003
Old
Slavery to Desire
I stroll along the Shores of Desire,
Hauntingly they flow beside me.
Gently and peacefully the rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slivering, encircling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.
Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to come to her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays suffocating my selfishness
Attempting to quench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.
Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To indulge in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the promise, I feel the hope,
But I have chained my hands
My tongue is wet with thirst
For what I cannot drink.
I turn, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.
Revised
Enslaved by Desire
I stroll along the ocean of desire.
Hauntingly he beckons to me.
Gently and peacefully his rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slithering, circling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.
Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to stay with her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays stifling my selfishness
Attempting to wrench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.
Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To bask in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the fleeting promise, I feel the fading hope,
But I have chained my hands
Drenched and shivering I lie.
I rise, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.
Old
Slavery to Desire
I stroll along the Shores of Desire,
Hauntingly they flow beside me.
Gently and peacefully the rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slivering, encircling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.
Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to come to her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays suffocating my selfishness
Attempting to quench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.
Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To indulge in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the promise, I feel the hope,
But I have chained my hands
My tongue is wet with thirst
For what I cannot drink.
I turn, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.
Revised
Enslaved by Desire
I stroll along the ocean of desire.
Hauntingly he beckons to me.
Gently and peacefully his rhythmic waves
Chant their taunting and woeful words;
Swirling and slithering, circling round my ankles,
Encompassing me with a bittersweet longing
To twirl and dance with his deadly depths
And allow him to carry me away in his lifeless lullaby.
Softly warming my body, contentment hangs suspended,
Massaging my stiff, sore muscles.
I lay innocently happy, bathing in her beams.
Wistfully she whispers for me to stay with her
To find lasting satisfaction in her kindly glow,
Her pure rays stifling my selfishness
Attempting to wrench it dry,
But I run from her for the cool chills of desire call me.
Now, she begins to fade, she cannot stay.
As an ending plea, using her final breath,
She once again implores me to follow
To bask in the comfort of her warmth.
She paints across the sky a picture of her safety,
Heaven opened wide in dazzling colors spread across the sky.
I see the fleeting promise, I feel the fading hope,
But I have chained my hands
Drenched and shivering I lie.
I rise, only to see the bleak, dark sorrow that follows.
Memories
Creative writing - 2003
Memories
Words forever written,
Grasping everything but time.
Words dying softly,
Only remembered for their rhyme.
Blades chipped and torn,
Lead only away from home.
Memories of dying
Memories of night
Memories of loveliness
And memories of Light
Words easily spoken
Are words cast away.
Words bought and filled with care,
Forever in the heart will stay.
Memories
Words forever written,
Grasping everything but time.
Words dying softly,
Only remembered for their rhyme.
Blades chipped and torn,
Lead only away from home.
Memories of dying
Memories of night
Memories of loveliness
And memories of Light
Words easily spoken
Are words cast away.
Words bought and filled with care,
Forever in the heart will stay.
Her Last Dance
From my 2003 OWC creative writing class
Her Last Dance
Bursting into the tingling warmth, we ran,
Flushed with glowing anticipation.
Laughing and giggling, we skipped
Through patches of violets and buttercups,
Our eyes never leaving the delicate swirl
Of colors dancing about us.
Round and round we spun,
Like puppies chasing their tales.
Our nets were swooping misshapen arcs
In the air as they followed our targets.
One, drawn to the deep purple hue,
And sugary scent of the violets,
Glides and spreads her wings upon its silky softness.
She twitched as the wind
Seemed to tickle her wings while
She rested amongst the sweet perfume.
Down flew the nets.
The others pounced on her
Like a hungry tiger pounces on his entrapped prey.
Fluttering helplessly she entangled her wings
Deeper into her death trap.
Awkwardly they thrust their hands in after her,
Yanking and twisting her delicate yellow wings.
As they disfigured her, the velvety powder from her wings
Mingled with the dust and pollen on their hands.
The attraction of her beauty and grace now gone,
They let her flutter to the ground.
Turning they raised their nets and dashed off
To begin again another dance.
Only I remained, to mourn the loss.
Revised
Her Last Dance
Bursting into the tingling warmth, we ran,
Flushed with glowing anticipation.
Laughing and giggling, we skipped
Through patches of violets and buttercups,
Our eyes never leaving the delicate swirl
Of colors dancing about us.
Round and round we spun,
Like puppies chasing their tails.
Our nets were swooping misshapen arcs
In the air as they followed our targets.
One, drawn to the deep purple hue,
And sugary scent of the violets,
Glides and spreads her wings upon its silky softness.
She twitched as the wind
Seemed to tickle her wings while
She rested amongst the alluring aroma.
Down flew the nets.
They pounced on her like vicious
Hunting dogs finalizing their prey.
Fluttering helplessly she became entangled
Deeper into her death trap.
Awkwardly they thrust their hands in after her,
Yanking and twisting her delicate yellow bodice.
As they disfigured her, the velvety powder from her wings
Mingled with the dust and pollen on their hands.
The attraction of her beauty and grace now gone,
They let her flutter to the ground.
Turning they raised their nets and dashed off
To begin again another dance.
Only I remained to mourn the loss.
Her Last Dance
Bursting into the tingling warmth, we ran,
Flushed with glowing anticipation.
Laughing and giggling, we skipped
Through patches of violets and buttercups,
Our eyes never leaving the delicate swirl
Of colors dancing about us.
Round and round we spun,
Like puppies chasing their tales.
Our nets were swooping misshapen arcs
In the air as they followed our targets.
One, drawn to the deep purple hue,
And sugary scent of the violets,
Glides and spreads her wings upon its silky softness.
She twitched as the wind
Seemed to tickle her wings while
She rested amongst the sweet perfume.
Down flew the nets.
The others pounced on her
Like a hungry tiger pounces on his entrapped prey.
Fluttering helplessly she entangled her wings
Deeper into her death trap.
Awkwardly they thrust their hands in after her,
Yanking and twisting her delicate yellow wings.
As they disfigured her, the velvety powder from her wings
Mingled with the dust and pollen on their hands.
The attraction of her beauty and grace now gone,
They let her flutter to the ground.
Turning they raised their nets and dashed off
To begin again another dance.
Only I remained, to mourn the loss.
Revised
Her Last Dance
Bursting into the tingling warmth, we ran,
Flushed with glowing anticipation.
Laughing and giggling, we skipped
Through patches of violets and buttercups,
Our eyes never leaving the delicate swirl
Of colors dancing about us.
Round and round we spun,
Like puppies chasing their tails.
Our nets were swooping misshapen arcs
In the air as they followed our targets.
One, drawn to the deep purple hue,
And sugary scent of the violets,
Glides and spreads her wings upon its silky softness.
She twitched as the wind
Seemed to tickle her wings while
She rested amongst the alluring aroma.
Down flew the nets.
They pounced on her like vicious
Hunting dogs finalizing their prey.
Fluttering helplessly she became entangled
Deeper into her death trap.
Awkwardly they thrust their hands in after her,
Yanking and twisting her delicate yellow bodice.
As they disfigured her, the velvety powder from her wings
Mingled with the dust and pollen on their hands.
The attraction of her beauty and grace now gone,
They let her flutter to the ground.
Turning they raised their nets and dashed off
To begin again another dance.
Only I remained to mourn the loss.
Hearts are like sewers
From my creative writing class at OWC way back in 2003
Hearts are like sewers
Hearts are like sewers
They carry the waste of the population.
They are hidden in the bowels of the earth
Forming a complex labyrinth below.
They twist and turn
All leading into each other,
Yet together, in one direction they flow.
The paths bleed together
Towards their common goal.
No one wants to acknowledge that they are there
They feel ashamed,
That they are a weakness.
If the sewage completes its journey
Through the sewers
It is cleaned and filtered,
Then returned home again to nourish
But, without careful care and maintenance
The worst of the muck, clogs the system
And is vented out, into the open
Polluting everyone around.
Revised
Hearts are sewers
Hearts are sewers
Through the diverse scattered entry ways
They begin carrying the waste of the population.
Hidden in the bowels of the earth
They Form a complex labyrinth below
Twisting and turning from secreted beginnings
All leading into one another
The paths bleed together
Towards their common goal
To complete their journey
Where then the sewage is cleaned, filtered
And returned back again to nourish.
When the outside chooses to ignore al but the filth
Then they feel ashamed of the presence underneath
They repel its very existence
Turning blindly to what they feel
Is only a weakness.
But, without careful care and maintenance
Build up will clog the system
And be vented out into the open
Polluting everything around.
Hearts are like sewers
Hearts are like sewers
They carry the waste of the population.
They are hidden in the bowels of the earth
Forming a complex labyrinth below.
They twist and turn
All leading into each other,
Yet together, in one direction they flow.
The paths bleed together
Towards their common goal.
No one wants to acknowledge that they are there
They feel ashamed,
That they are a weakness.
If the sewage completes its journey
Through the sewers
It is cleaned and filtered,
Then returned home again to nourish
But, without careful care and maintenance
The worst of the muck, clogs the system
And is vented out, into the open
Polluting everyone around.
Revised
Hearts are sewers
Hearts are sewers
Through the diverse scattered entry ways
They begin carrying the waste of the population.
Hidden in the bowels of the earth
They Form a complex labyrinth below
Twisting and turning from secreted beginnings
All leading into one another
The paths bleed together
Towards their common goal
To complete their journey
Where then the sewage is cleaned, filtered
And returned back again to nourish.
When the outside chooses to ignore al but the filth
Then they feel ashamed of the presence underneath
They repel its very existence
Turning blindly to what they feel
Is only a weakness.
But, without careful care and maintenance
Build up will clog the system
And be vented out into the open
Polluting everything around.
Blinded
This is another older one from earlier this year
Blinded
Blinded, Broken and Torn,
All I can think of is seeing Your face
Captured, bound in these chains
Free now, in a heavenly place
I wade in the filth of this world
Your love it washes me clean
I cut myself, opening old wounds
You touch me, You heal my heart
Your love it covers all sins
Naked I came, and Naked I will return,
But with You I am covered in Your love
Kneeling, amazed by Your grace
In You I am satisfied
From You there is nothing I can hide
You have washed me
You have healed me
You have covered me
How can I turn from You when You are all I need
Blinded
Blinded, Broken and Torn,
All I can think of is seeing Your face
Captured, bound in these chains
Free now, in a heavenly place
I wade in the filth of this world
Your love it washes me clean
I cut myself, opening old wounds
You touch me, You heal my heart
Your love it covers all sins
Naked I came, and Naked I will return,
But with You I am covered in Your love
Kneeling, amazed by Your grace
In You I am satisfied
From You there is nothing I can hide
You have washed me
You have healed me
You have covered me
How can I turn from You when You are all I need
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