Poetry from my sometimes angsty, sometimes prideful teenage years.
A Call to Arms
The sun has just risen, red as blood
No flower is left hidden in the shade.
Something is wrong, there are no screams;
No blood, no death, no guns to be seen.
The clear blue sky is full of birds,
There is no smog at all.
The serenity of this scene seems strange;
Where is the noise, the fear, the hatred?
Why do I see green, beauty all around?
Others have risen, made family in peace
We have nothing in common but wonder and hope.
I hear music; quiet, pastoral in sound
People are singing, dancing with joy.
We are joined by Animals, both great and small
No longer threatened by the presence of humans-
And we, mankind, are no longer shaken by them.
A crash of thunder alerts me to the sound of rain.
The water from the tarnished tap tastes of copper.
Television brings only news of death.
My peaceful vision? The time was never; our dream is now.
Sonnet I
Blessed lovers, may you hear but a word
Of all things gone past, never to rescind.
All that must be said might never be heard
But still lies within and tears at my mind.
I cry to those of love unrequited
To those wishing for little more than life
Who knows misery but those slighted,
In such a manner as torn by cruel ice?
Passion ignites those who have yet to love.
Sorrow encumbers those in love of late-
Infatuated with the purest dove,
Whose simple quip is of the darkest hate.
To all those young lovers who've yet to learn,
Close your heart now or forever more yearn!
Sonnet II
Vainly, the moon tries hiding her pale tears-
Drawing her cloak to hide a mournful gaze.
Her love lost to light, mislaid by her fears,
She grows green to think where he might have strayed.
Searching through darkness, amid waning hope,
She lets tears of light fall to pierce the night
That her love might crawl up the darkened slope
Return to her arms, held eternally right.
But waxing jealousy weakens with time
And as time repeats; as waves upon sand;
The moon removes her ragged, tangled skein
And sends her pale love to search through the land.
But with your pale, silent, gentle caress,
I dream myself, held safe against your breast.
Angel
How can I say this?
Keeping hope alive
Making a fool of my heart?
It's far too late to stop
I will go on
How can I thank you?
for your Wonder
for your Speech
for your Smiles
Each ignites a thousand sparks within
How can I ever mean what I say
or is it say what I mean?
I don't even know most of the time
Grace, beauty, kindness- each filling wholefully
willingly occupying a space in but a tiny part of
Greatness
An unyielding hold on
My Heart, My Mind, My Soul
You alone are unique among travelers
all spawned of earth, only to return
An Angel rides above the currents
Smiling
A captivating song, a thrilling voice
I can't leave it behind,
even for a single heartbeat
Sometimes so quiet, outside the hatred,
sometimes so like me, loving all that is
Laughter
Joyful laughter, happy laughter, oh so happy
but nervous?
In the Arms of an Angel everything fades
again
Glorious tones pour forth crying towards freedom
Leaving the mouth of an angel if not the arms
There is something, I don't know
Mystery, kindness, Wonder?
Will I ever know? Do I ever need to?
Perhaps not, but these times are here and now
And I am lost in awe, and aww, lost in love.
I don't know what else to say.
It's already so muddled and confused
Making me
understand perfectly how some can only say
I love you
In a Song