Poetry from Random College Days #4

The Fallen

Walking along the boundless sea
the dusty storm clouds gather near
to the light beyond the far reaching hand
a place of hope
a wonderland
where all is filled with danger and surprise
something to give one....meaning
on the inside
wake up
they always say
but to stay
is to stay...away
far away
from that reaching hand
that would pull one's mind from wonderland
who say
you say..not
but he and she
to run from that far off reality
but then believe
in all you see and seek
to know and to speak
but all is lost in that land
and you, I, and they
Wake Up
still in wonderland
but then the thunder cracks
Wake Up
and me, and he, and she
are here
and there
walking along the boundless sea
in the rain
with the noise and despair
but then I
look there
to find the golden teddy bears
the marshmallow clouds
and the chocolate rain
but not he, or she, or they, but me
I see
what lay ahead
and you let me....see
so then.....
to walk, I do
forward...into
the storm and I
and me
we leave
and fall into the boundless sea
to drown
in crimson ecstasy.

written: 9/20/07

Poetry from Random College Days #3

The Space Between

Control the space around you
you think,
not true
Where does the hate begin?
Is it with you?
Is it with them?
Infinite power equals endless sorrow
What are you?
An immortal being?
Is that what you think?
God of your own mind
Foolish Mortal,
God of your own insanity
silly human
Where does your reality begin?
Not with me
not with them
Twisted heart
Is your truth
inhuman thoughts
is your infinity
Stupid Human
Look Ahead,
you'll see a brick wall
Foolish Mortal
foolish man
You Control Nothing
imperfect and destructive
greedy and self-centered
That Is You
The Humanity
that is the truth
Human hatred
human hearts
Human lies
There are no gods in this world
Light doesn't mean salvation
Darkness doesn't mean evil
Stupid Humans
You Are Not Gods
foolish mortals
These are your truths
There are no longer lies to comfort you
Rulers of Denial
Merchants of Death
Humanity
Run Humans!
Fear the false Gods of this world
run humans!
Believe the false immortals
silly humans
Belief in your own fabricated lies
human
Living in your own death trap
killing your truths
Stupid humans
foolish mortals
This is us
These are your children
This is you.

written: 10/14/08

Poetry from Random College Days #2

The Wanderer

we are not the fantasy
the lives we live
uncertainity
i am
not what she says too
i am
who
that is unknowing
to seek far beyond the now
but we are not what we seek
she is not me
and he is she
or not
maybe
the question
an unanswered one
forgotten
in the absence of sun
i am
not what i speak
or the life i seek
then who?
you may
ask or not
and i
will never say
unanswered
for now and yesterday
but where will she stay?
under stars when the sun has gone away
that sight
i want
and fly
to fly
in that sky
and die
in the never ending sight
of that
forgotten sun
the moonless night
i am
not
what i say
or in fact the words of they
but to know
what that, the who
of which
and why
will be found
perhaps
not here
or now
but to you and all
everything
waits
for the curtain to fall
but that is no more
to stand
in the rain
looking for the sky to clear again
no
i run
into the rain
and find a place to dry again
and then
i spin
and look
and run
and stumble
and fall
and rise
not done
so i
find that
i am
not yet
but soon
yes, soon
that place
the place
where birds descend.


written: 1/04/09

Poetry from Random College Days #1

Count Down

The noise hums
Loud in my ears
I try to cover it
Force it down
But the sound intrudes my consciousness again
Over and over
The sound grows loud
I try harder
to seek out the silence
yet I hear more sound
The shriek becomes louder still
( I must escape )
Forward I run
Footsteps hollow as I tread
The noise still resonates
An unbearable echo in my head
Flying forward
I fall through glass
I hear it no more.

written: 1/30/09

Poetry from Ireland #4

Inescapable

Sitting in front of a window

Girl with the braided hair

Can you see now?

Are you even there?

Cars fly by on a littered street

as piles of loud teenagers

and screaming kids

run about on the sidewalk below

Leaning out further

she sees, the broken glass

she hears, the chatter,

the horns, the barking

An array of sounds

that collide

to create an explosion of noise

that swirl around her

Creating chaos in the air

Girl with the brown eyes

Sitting on the window sill

Looks inward

to the place where she dwells

The sight of the same faces

with their same smiles

blurring together

The sounds of chitchat

and loud laughter

echoing through

Creating lies

There’s chaos here too

Girl with the sad smile

Looking to the window

and into the clear sky

where the planes zoom by

and the birds fly free

She sighs and thinks

"That will never be me."

Poetry from Ireland #3

Adventureland

Giants Causeway

Wind in my hair

earth under my feet

stepping forward

crawl, scratch, leap

Piles and piles of rocks ahead

brown and speckled

nestled on a water bed

Reach upward

pull myself higher

Climbing, climbing,

up, up, up

I feel the stares

questioning my actions

But I

keep going

uncaring

yet knowing

I look like that crazy girl

wandering off

in her own world

I, venture to

a place where no one else dares to be

the peak of the rocks, taking in the scene

I smile

breathe in the air

take a picture

and gaze out at the sea,

lost in a view

That only belongs to me.

Poetry from Ireland #2

Racing Through Ireland

Running down the grass

slippery and wet

Turn a corner

under oak trees

with their moldly bark

and sharp green leaves

Keep moving

forward

faster

"bump, bump"

over the old wooden bridge

ignoring that,

under those feet

the hush of the river

breathes, lives

Push farther

even faster

And in the air

suddenly

fills with a sweet perfume scent

Slow down

into the hues

of the purple-pinks

and the soft yellows

flowing through petals

Keep moving

Keep going

dancing through flowers

and out a gated door

start into a run again

a journey to see more.