Monday, January 17, 2011

Daily Poem #86

#86

reaching,
so far.
sometimes,
you realize,
the pointlessness.

fear,
so overwhelming,
can at times,
make the mind
drift.
quite distant.

searching,
for something
out of sight.
yet,
it is everywhere.

for love,
at times,
has no boundary
for some.

loneliness,
as sad as it is,
is never,
really,
alone.

you,
reaching.
when your heart,
needs you
the most.

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Daily Poems #81-85

#81

Rain on me.
Soak me with your tears.
Cry upon me,
for it is my sins,
that gave you sorrow.

Fill the ground,
beneath my feet.
And I will swim,
upon it.

Drowning.
for your will.

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#82

Take me with you.
My dark love.
Such an angel,
at heart.

Don't leave me
behind.
In such
thick
dust.

Carry me along,
at your beautiful side.
Let me drift with you.
Like smoke
in the sky.

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#83

Your caress,
like heaven,
is something unknown.

Felt,
as quickly,
as it is forgotten.

Forever,
shall I hold such memories,
with never feeling it again.

Dream,
I may,
of you.

Night,
after night,
through days to come.

And still,
your touch,
may be clouded.

For nothing shall compare,
to such a touch,
as your caress.

...............


#84

Dream,
my beauty.

May you rest now.

I shall be here,
with you,
at your fragile side.

Drift,
my love.

As you may go now.

Sit here I shall.
Never leaving;
No goodbyes.

Dream,
my child.

Leave this place now.

Go,
to such lands,
where angels dance.

Drift,
my angel.

And I will meet you there.
Never lost,
but gone in the air.

...............


#85

Drift you may, Angel.
Gone, in such darkest of night.
Such beautiful sight.

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Daily Poems #73-80

#73

far away I land
in such a great gifted place
wings spread, to now pace.

...............


#74

shake, as you will now
and i shall sit patiently
holding your weak hand.

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#75

daisy's, always love
as they smell so sweetly here
defined, and so rich.

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#76

little girl,
in the meadow,
how you skip so sweetly.

your hair,
now in knots,
had looked so pretty.

dirt is now upon you,
have you noticed,
little girl?

i hope,
trouble may not find you,
for the fun you have unfurled.

drift on home now,
little girl,
my little friend.

i do not think in days end,
you'll want to keep
such a late trend.

see yourself safely,
little girl,
in my meadow.

i shall see you here tomorrow,
mornings and mornings
hereafter.

...............


#77

hope shall then find me
in this darkened state of mine
as I knew He would.

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#78

my flowers,
how dreadful
it is as you reap.

but i shall stay
among you
and collect as you leap.

peddles of you
i promise
to keep.

to hold close
dear to me
if i should weep.

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#79

drifters
in the night.

please come back to me.

you escape me
still.
ripping from me
at will.

torn away
from you i'll be.

waiting always
for you to come back to me.

...............


#80

my pillow shall call.
when dread becomes of me.

my eyes shall droop.
when songs are rid of me.

arms shall lay useless.
in the attempt of me.

while legs stand restless.
tugging from me.

my sheets shall call.
with cool comfort for me.

blankets lay tall.
with warmth for me.

and as my mind goes blank.
drifting is all thats in me.

to the bed.
is always a rescue for me.

head throbbing
images pulling from me.

and as my head shall lay
so shall all fall from me.

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Daily Poems #70-72

#70

Cigars.
It was the smell
Of cigars
That filled the room.

Light
Would shine
As the jewels
Among my neck.

Twinkling eyes
Would fold
Upon me
In my entrance.

Yours
Grey as the night
Would lend
A hand.

Smoke.
Always around us
As we twirled
To such bands.

Singers ring
Would wind
In my ears
Through such little sleep.

But smile.
Would unfold
On my face
At the remembrance of you.

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#71

Youth
As it may seem
Is not so.

For such child
Has no such thing
As innocence.

Prey
They will
Upon you.

Bleed before you
If they will
Have to.

And in the dark
You must
Make them stay.

For these
Are not
Children,

As you may
Always
Wish them to be.

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#72

Wish upon me,
Folks from the ground.

I shall hold
All of your secrets.

Your hopes
And desires
If you shall wish too.

I shall carry your darkness
For you
All the way through.

Drift I may
To other lands.

But still may carry
Upon my back.

Grey to black
I'll change by day.

And some mornings
In may
I shall release at bay.

These thought
And memories
Shall fall quite hard.

For as I continue on
I get angry, bitter
So far above.

Drop by drop
These things will land.

Leaving me white and clear
With guilt in the sands.

These trips
I cherish
Forever to come.

So to build upon me
Once more
I shall never regret.

Turn me grey
Black and cold.

I shall still love you
Always
Bright and full.

...............

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Daily Poems #64-69

#64

Stretch your arms
Out to sea.

View for me
What came to be.

Listen closely
To the wind at far.

Taste for me
What is now so hard.

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#65

Living in such fear
I shall have this no longer
In spite of my tears.

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#66

Fall forever on me,
Body and mind.

I shall always be here,
Still in might,
Giving to you only,
Your rest at night.

Fall onto me,
I can comfort you so.

Giving all I have,
Warmth and soul.

Be here I may,
Where you choose to lay,
Holding you through,
Even in the day.

...............


#67

Guilt me back to you
My sick dark portal of mine
Drag me down tonight.

...............


#68

Step forth to the plate
Heart open to only sedate
But leave not your key.

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#69

My body
Cold
In this lonesome night
Prays for sleep
To come in dreams tide.

Although wide
Awake
With yearn
The heart will ponder
But rest in turn.

Tonight
The dreams
Will eventually come
To sweep
Only the drifted
Spots of some.

My clouds
Await me
At the brisk of dawn.

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Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Daily Poems #61-63

It's very late, but something inside of me told me I should definitely try and write before I go to bed. Since I have a lot of daily poems to catch up on I'm not going to pass up on any inspiration of the sort. I should be on #118 today so that's 60 down and 58 more to go.


#61

Time passes
As I'm sure you've noticed
Faster than we can even recognize.

These storms
Of time
Seem to brush right through me.

My memory
As faulty as it is
Has begun to slow.

For I cannot imagine
Any longer
How the sky may taste.

I no longer
Can swim at sea
In my dreams.

Life has come
To me
And has said its farewells.

Beyond my reach
It shall stay
In the distant of night.

Where has she gone
This child of mine
That is me.

Should my departing
Then answer
All questions to be asked.

Should I then
Have time stop
Only to dream in the infinite.

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#62

Shallow waters,
How well you speak to me.

How you echo
In this place
Such footsteps of others.

You hold within you
The light of the sky
And I shall embrace it.

Blind me still
For I have time
To wilt.

To wind
Only down
Only you could give to my soul.

For on this day
Nothing holds such beauty
As shallow waters
Glistening in the sun.

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#63

Hold me close.

Closer.

Until your arms hurt
And I shall bruise
From such grip.

Kiss me.

More.

Until your lips shall chap
And mine too
Shall begin to crack.

Dance with me.

Again.

Until your feet shall falter
As my own shall hang
Collapsed in your grasp.

Love me.

Still.

Until the sun shall rise
Waking me
By your side.

...............

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Daily Poems #59 & 60

This is my first entry from my phone and I'm quite happy about this. Now that I have accomplished this once from here I hope to give much more poetry to my blog as I have been struggling to keep up with my goal.


#59

Clear as day.
As a touch of my hand.
As a kiss to your cheek.

Clear as day.
As my thoughts have become.
As the days have steadily run.

Clear as day.
From the moon to the stars.
To my heart thumping.
Starved.

Clear as day.
As I smile for you.
As I carry on.
Just for you.

Clear as day.
My sweet dream.
Is my love.
For you.

...............


#60

Sweet dreams.
How you have set me free.

I could lay,
For hours,
In your land of clouds.

Still,
I am here,
In your dungeons of light.

And as I ponder,
These streets of delight,
I shall also suffer,
Through such lonesome night.

But be here I may,
For hours to come.
Drifting fast,
To my land of none.

And so shall I,
Share,
Such secrets within,
With my words of thought.

Show me my ways,
Sweet dreams,
Of mine.

And I shall owe you,
Eternity,
In my lost mind.

...............

Daily Poems #56-58

#56

For my dearest light.
Do not be frightened by me.
Have no fear of my darkness.
For it is only night.
Although you will ponder,
in absolute unknown,
it will not be long,
in these dark waters alone.

The sun will come once more.
I promise.
Day will wrap its warmth.
Short and sweet.
Although you will see again,
in the far distance,
it will not be long,
in this sparkling delight.

For the cycle will continue,
and so to also sleep.
To chose,
which to keep.

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#57

My word,
how you have become so,
beautiful.
My breath,
now so far away,
only you can catch.
If you will,
please fetch it for me,
so as when I retrieve it back from you,
I can give you my last longing kiss.

You precious gift,
wrap your arms around me,
so I shall be covered in bliss.
To hold me tight,
I could only die,
peacefully.
If I shall get lost,
in your undying light,
you may keep me there,
as your willing prisoner.

For only your light,
could I possibly share.

My love.
My friend.
My passion.

Someday,
I will have such beauty,
as yours.
Our sand will meet,
and you shall too,
get lost in my wings.
Forever,
in this great big land,
we shall roam together,
to the great big land.

...............


#58

sorrowful angels,
why must you frown.

the sky shall fall with you,
and we all shall drown.

please, my dear angels,
your strength has not left you yet.

we all shall still need you
forever in our debt.

flap your wings harder.
soar through the skies.

we'll praise you forever.
forever, in our lives.

...............

Friday, January 7, 2011

Daily Poems #54 & 55

#54

Of all things imaginable
how is it
that with just a smile
my whole day will change.

Of all things thought of
how is it
that with just a kiss
my whole life will change.

There is a thing
you can think of
for as many days as you please
and never truly know it.

There is a thing
that until you have experienced it
no matter how you have studied it
you will never know what hit you.

Beyond all doubt
you will always know
with even the slightest change
that it is there.

Beyond all doubt
with little recognition
you will truly feel
the power of what can only be

Love.

...............


#55

The oceans breeze
how it has haunted me so
will drift through my hair
though I am miles from it to be seen.

The sounds shall haunt
as my clothes fall
and I bath at night
before bed.

As I lay on my pillow
birds will come
to sing my uneasy soul
to sleep.

And when I wake
so shall, as every morning
will the sun rise
above the footsteps.

...............

Thursday, January 6, 2011

struggling recognition

I'm not sure what this is. This constant blank state of mind I've been in. Maybe it is writers block with a coincidence of just talking about it. For a couple days now I've found myself just staring with no thoughts at all. No pictures coming to mind. Why this happens I have no idea but I hope at the end of this rant I can go back to catching up on my poetry writing.

I just recently added a new friend on Facebook who I do not know personally but he had commented on a picture of mine and what he thought was going to come off as a funny accent, I thought he was commenting something in French. So we had a funny discussion about this and after we became internet friends he had a look at my poetry. He told me he did a bit himself in the Vietnam era when "things were crazy" but that he wrote more erotic poetry. I thought about this. How I never usually write in such ways and asking myself whether I should or not. Try it. Why not. He used the words "usually, the poem is always in the heart and it sometimes just struggles to be recognized. Alas, the infamous writers block"! I liked how he put that.

But how, I still ask myself all the time, is it that our poetry never feels completely as ours. How does it have a mind of its own to "struggle to be recognized" by us! It is as though we are living in dark trying to find it and it lives in the light inside of us trying to find us. Or in this case, me.

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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Daily Poems #52 & 53

#52

there are monsters in my heart.

as they move around
taking over
for home
i wonder
to myself
if others can hear them.

at night i lay
hearing them
through the darkness
still
as though they are here
right next to my ear.

they love to play
with no remorse of the damage
they soon will have
made me ill.

as scabbed and torn
my heart will seem to be
the morning after
i sometimes wonder
to myself
in the bright morning light

if there are monsters in my heart after all.

...............


#53

beautiful mist
how you turn this land
such a yellow.

my eyes will drift
no pain
but just peace.

the wind
lifting such spirits
shall raise my chin with praise.

these fields
were meant
for people like me.

for the hungry souls
who never seem
to get out.

if only i could take this land
with my everywhere i go
inside my tiny pocket.

to save such thing for later
something so
priceless.

could a land as such
ever exist
without practicality?

for all remorse and pain
leaves from my soul
with just the sight of this place.

if perhaps i should
carry such a place in pocket
would my pains ever leave me then?

my pocket
such like my soul
might become worn with hopelessness.

and so
simplicity shall always
win over my heart

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Monday, January 3, 2011

Daily Poems #49-51

I am now 62 Daily Poems behind but I find this o.k. My goal is not yet lost. I wanted to write a poem for each day and so I shall. The month of November seemed to just slide past with the most quickness it was as if it were running from me. I didn't get very many things accomplished that I had really hoped to in November. Esp the writing month thing but who am I kidding, I'm a poetry writer and as much as I would someday love to write a novel in one month, I find it, now, very far fetched. I did try though, and it was extremely hard. I've been in the state of over thinking everything lately for too long now and it just wasn't helping me in the slightest.

I figured that since I've been so tense lately I should maybe get some poems out of the way and try to make my way up to date. I found the calculating of what number I should be on today quite interesting. Yesterday should have been Daily Poem #109 and today #110. Yesterday was the last day my little sister was 9 and today she turned 10. What a little connection but it made me smile and laugh a little.

I did however try to to set up the "blog from your mobile" thing but it wasn't working out and I got all frustrated from it because I felt stupid and mad that if it would have been able to work I would have been posting poems already from at least December 27th. Oh well. Now lets see if my gloomy mood tonight will unfold reasonably in my poetry. For its about time I sat down to do it (two months behind).

#49

my stars
please don't fall on me
now.
for i have trusted you
with great strength
and as you cross
from side to side
causing confusion
and lost
my head will fall
with you.

my stars
please tell me
i am dreaming.
that my reality
will unfold for me
and i shall be lost
no longer
under your maps
of praise.

my stars
tell me
i am right.
let me know
everything.
for my heart hurts
and as i look to you
for all the answers
you fade from me
as my vision blurs
and i am left
sour  and alone.

...............


#50

sweet thoughts of mine
how you have become so sour.

as before like an angel
you are now undeserving
and need rest.

lay still for me
with your quick interests.

for i do not want you
to become bitter.

and as i say to myself
goodnight,
so does it to me
in silent light.

...............


#51

you cold night
how you distress me still.
for my bones are aching
and my teeth shall chatter
as i lay awake.

my skin shall hurt
as my mind goes blank.
and if i even think
you cold night
shall swoop those thoughts
with delight.

my back is arched
as i sit in this state.
and i wonder to myself
if i should just give up
in my wake.

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