The theme of the day,
Is imagination's image.
Imagine a world where all is as was known.
Can you see it?
Daylight savings, measured by the light's last rays.
Time stopped merely because it was thought to be stopped.
Death, a reality.
Life, an illusion.
Everything that is known,
Was known.
No longer the same.
Grape vines on the land-
Swirled around that vineyard fence.
Cart full of rainbows-
No silly, the one's from the sky.
Faerie dust, and wishes granted.
Because all that is known,
Was known.
30.1.10
29.1.10
A Dollar A Day
A dollar a day,
That all he needs.
To make a living he needs,
He pleads.
Just a dollar a day.
He's drunk again, doesn't realize
His wife left him.
He doesn't know what happened.
Years have passed since that day.
Still he will say,
"A Dollar A Day"
In his drunk stupor,
Vision hazed.
Fifteen years old,
Didn't realize he was cold.
Cold as ice in that snow.
Picked up off the streets,
Dressed, nice- neat.
Cleaned up and ready for the week.
That was his past-
In the end he fell back.
To that bottle,
He couldn't be held back.
50 years old.
Out in the cold.
This drink was his last.
That all he needs.
To make a living he needs,
He pleads.
Just a dollar a day.
He's drunk again, doesn't realize
His wife left him.
He doesn't know what happened.
Years have passed since that day.
Still he will say,
"A Dollar A Day"
In his drunk stupor,
Vision hazed.
Fifteen years old,
Didn't realize he was cold.
Cold as ice in that snow.
Picked up off the streets,
Dressed, nice- neat.
Cleaned up and ready for the week.
That was his past-
In the end he fell back.
To that bottle,
He couldn't be held back.
50 years old.
Out in the cold.
This drink was his last.
28.1.10
Just A Poem
These feelings,
This thought that haunts.
Far away in that deep valley of lies.
Herald to the coming of the end.
Alone, my sweet.
Alone.
Take me home.
Drive me crazy.
Spin me 'round until my vision gets hazy.
Calling, calling,
Waiting, waiting.
This thought that haunts.
Far away in that deep valley of lies.
Herald to the coming of the end.
Alone, my sweet.
Alone.
Take me home.
Drive me crazy.
Spin me 'round until my vision gets hazy.
Calling, calling,
Waiting, waiting.
26.1.10
Dark 2
Glowing dim light is ever brighter in this dark.
I want to hold it tighter and never let go as I fall deep into this shadow.
I am light, I am dark-
Twilight being from the moon's waning rays.
These are my feelings of the past.
The feelings that haunt me in my sleep.
The ones I long to never speak.
My voice is quiet, my voice is weak.
I wish to say I can no longer be,
That person that was all that they could try and be,
An image, a fake, a dream of me,
The way you wanted that which was not me
I wanted you to want me but you could not see.
This is the day in my heart where I am lost in the dark,
You return always on this day-
wiping everything else, everyone else away gone.
You take me away.
On this day, always.
I want to hold it tighter and never let go as I fall deep into this shadow.
I am light, I am dark-
Twilight being from the moon's waning rays.
These are my feelings of the past.
The feelings that haunt me in my sleep.
The ones I long to never speak.
My voice is quiet, my voice is weak.
I wish to say I can no longer be,
That person that was all that they could try and be,
An image, a fake, a dream of me,
The way you wanted that which was not me
I wanted you to want me but you could not see.
This is the day in my heart where I am lost in the dark,
You return always on this day-
wiping everything else, everyone else away gone.
You take me away.
On this day, always.
25.1.10
Dark 1
Eyes are closed.
Writing in darkness.
Truth will be known.
By the end of this poem.
This is a fear.
Yes. it is a fear.
Unknowing of what the hands will write.
What the hands will reveal
From this soul's
Dark secrets.
Unsteady gazes linger in the depths-
Memories.
Memories of that which have been wept.
This is all in the dark.
Yes all in the dark
Writing, writing
What Is secret even to my heart.
Writing in darkness.
Truth will be known.
By the end of this poem.
This is a fear.
Yes. it is a fear.
Unknowing of what the hands will write.
What the hands will reveal
From this soul's
Dark secrets.
Unsteady gazes linger in the depths-
Memories.
Memories of that which have been wept.
This is all in the dark.
Yes all in the dark
Writing, writing
What Is secret even to my heart.
Skin
How many days has it been?
Brushing away the layers of skin,
Skin that just doesn't belong anymore.
Because it's old.
Older than the rest.
Flaking off one's shoulders,
Like the sins they once had.
Holds of a different nature,
Of living messes.
Correctly diagnosed as
Skin's old tresses.
Brushing away the layers of skin,
Skin that just doesn't belong anymore.
Because it's old.
Older than the rest.
Flaking off one's shoulders,
Like the sins they once had.
Holds of a different nature,
Of living messes.
Correctly diagnosed as
Skin's old tresses.
24.1.10
Flicker
In the flicker of the flame,
Life is lived.
Just to keep one sane.
Life is lived.
Battling out the doubts that surface, life is-
Life was.
Reconsider those consequences,
That cause the flame to flicker.
Do not let it flicker.
Life is lived.
Just to keep one sane.
Life is lived.
Battling out the doubts that surface, life is-
Life was.
Reconsider those consequences,
That cause the flame to flicker.
Do not let it flicker.
21.1.10
Colorful Dead
Awake, asleep.
Beautifully invisible.
Can you see the dust slowly fading?
Violet rays of sunshine,
Moonlight always red.
Colorful world to live in.
Colorful world of the dead.
Beautifully invisible.
Can you see the dust slowly fading?
Violet rays of sunshine,
Moonlight always red.
Colorful world to live in.
Colorful world of the dead.
20.1.10
Dreams
In a wishing mood,
People dream.
Dream that which they wish to see.
Forget the laws of physics,
They will not let life have a limit.
Because people dream,
And dreams will always be.
People dream.
Dream that which they wish to see.
Forget the laws of physics,
They will not let life have a limit.
Because people dream,
And dreams will always be.
19.1.10
Untitled Day
Bright and shiny days are here.
Lost in this ridiculous notion of fear.
Bold confessions never left one so broken.
Wishing to hear the sleeping bird's cry.
As it whispers to the night,
Good bye.
Good bye sweet night, bringer of light.
Good bye for it is time.
Time for all to end,
And all to be left together.
Lost in this ridiculous notion of fear.
Bold confessions never left one so broken.
Wishing to hear the sleeping bird's cry.
As it whispers to the night,
Good bye.
Good bye sweet night, bringer of light.
Good bye for it is time.
Time for all to end,
And all to be left together.
18.1.10
Thoughts
Far from this which you see.
Hear the whispers up close,
Closer to your ear.
Intoxicating scene of pure essence-
Long lost to this world.
Voices clearly speaking-
Slowly fading.
Fading.
Fading.
Hear the whispers up close,
Closer to your ear.
Intoxicating scene of pure essence-
Long lost to this world.
Voices clearly speaking-
Slowly fading.
Fading.
Fading.
17.1.10
Take
We know more than we let on.
About that long droned on song.
The way the ground shakes,
When we think of ways to fully understand its shape.
Those who have heard are those who have seen,
All that there is in this world to be.
A mystery, a garden.
Here.
Gone.
Always what we want,
We take from.
About that long droned on song.
The way the ground shakes,
When we think of ways to fully understand its shape.
Those who have heard are those who have seen,
All that there is in this world to be.
A mystery, a garden.
Here.
Gone.
Always what we want,
We take from.
16.1.10
Sail
The Ocean is deep.
Deep and ever changing,
But still the old man keeps sailing.
He doesn't know when,
He'll drop his sail.
All he knows is that sweet sound of the gale.
Deep and ever changing,
But still the old man keeps sailing.
He doesn't know when,
He'll drop his sail.
All he knows is that sweet sound of the gale.
15.1.10
Secluded
As the dawning of the new age comes.
We rise only to run.
Chase after dreams, break at the seams.
Daring nature awakened only to be left forgotten,
Guilt, anger.
Love devours.
Secluded, we stand.
14.1.10
Journey
I write in my silence.
A smile on my face.
I walk forward, into that space.
A smile on my face.
I walk forward, into that space.
Where I know you are waiting.
Waiting for the journey to take place.
I know I'll make it there- Someday.
Together with you...
Always.
Waiting for the journey to take place.
I know I'll make it there- Someday.
Together with you...
Always.
13.1.10
Grandmother
Daring child, leave this place.
Find another kind old face.
Be the one who smiles for all.
Make sure you stand up again with each fall.
Never ignore your grandmother's call.
12.1.10
Burning
Burning sensation.
Filling me now.
I've got to break this hold on me, some way.
Somehow.
I'm wounded like an animal shot in the hunt.
Out of breath, barely holding on.
Jilted with purpose.
Slaughtered by meaning.
I'm wishing that I just gave into the screaming.
My life is a gash, left on the leg.
Scrapes on the knees-
With no Band-aid.
11.1.10
Nonsense
This is me talking.
That's right, me.
I'm breaking from the inside out.
I don't know how to sort it out.
Broken from the start I suppose.
Yeah, yeah I know thorns hurts on the rose.
Nonsense ain't my style-
I'm actin' like a cruel lil child.
Spoiled lil child.
Shut your mouth!
I ain't got the time to get ye riled-
So spur of the moment is this rift between us.
The lion's gonna eat tonight,
Eat them lil lambs tonight.
Once, twice, thrice.
Psycho fallen angel.
Devil in disguise.
Breaking now is most unwise.
That's right, me.
I'm breaking from the inside out.
I don't know how to sort it out.
Broken from the start I suppose.
Yeah, yeah I know thorns hurts on the rose.
Nonsense ain't my style-
I'm actin' like a cruel lil child.
Spoiled lil child.
Shut your mouth!
I ain't got the time to get ye riled-
So spur of the moment is this rift between us.
The lion's gonna eat tonight,
Eat them lil lambs tonight.
Once, twice, thrice.
Psycho fallen angel.
Devil in disguise.
Breaking now is most unwise.
10.1.10
Change
I have not changed.
I do not believe that I can
This is what I hardly ever understand.
Understand the truth behind these gentle eyes that hold a gaze.
Lost amongst the bloody haze.
Remember, remember what you once held dear.
That is what they tell me.
That is what I'm told.
I love thee?
Do I?
I know not anymore.
For I have chosen to ignore my heart's implore.
Diving head first into confusion.
I have not changed at all.
I'm still running from thee.
2.1.10
Decrease
Being what is expected,
Knowing it will not change a thing.
Driving one down the road of rejection.
Is it the same?
Are they the same?
Vacant expressions say nothing of truth.
Caliber decreases.
Knowing it will not change a thing.
Driving one down the road of rejection.
Is it the same?
Are they the same?
Vacant expressions say nothing of truth.
Caliber decreases.
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