Muggy Thursday

The heat of the ground burns off in fog
The water so hot burns in the bog

The true night descends upon my dark face
Of laughter I hide I hide in my place

The candle in heart flickers so bright
The darkness around depressing the light

The saddle I wear it causes me pain
The rider I bare he inflicts me with shame

The smile he wears as he whips my broke back
It descends on me like a wolf from a pack

The heat it swelters surrounding my members
The rain makes the fog rise from the embers

The ground is so hot the day is so muggy
The people in darkness the light is so ugly

The calendar stares and laughs with such glee
It laughs it laughs it laughs only at me

For the end isn’t here nor is it marked
The day when the far off dawn will embark

And the rain it slows and the heat deprived
For only a moment until its demise

Natures Race

The bird she flies about the storm
The nest it calls her home
Through the sea of wind and rain
She flies so tattered n torn

The ghosts of death torment her wings
The powers that be, all tremble
For within her beak is breakfast crying
The meal is there so humble

One tree two tree pass her by
She flies among the dark
Three and four in vain liqueur
Reaching at her sight

And death she reigns when hearts are tossed
Amid the Storms and trials
A head so bold it stares direct
Casting off the irons

And the branch from whence she came
The nest to where she flies
In her sight it cries to her
Her babies are all right

Now she comes to land in clear
To feed her hungry children
The golden eyes they spark so quick
And the cat then feeds her kittens…

A dear friend told me last night she wanted to read a happy poem and I didn't have one at the time so I hope she doesn't mind it a little late. For inspiration I read, Oh the places you go and The things you can think I suppose it is a bit of a childrens poem.

The Birthday Poem


The day starting bright
With sun shiny rays
So you ask mom and dad
“What should I do today?”

Mom says to you
“Go clean your room”
Daddy just smiles and says
“Sweep with the broom”

Though not on you’re “A” list
The clean cleaning of rooms
And not even your “B” list
The sweep sweeping of brooms

You grab up a toy
You make up your bed
You grab up the broom
You sweep out the shed

So you finish your chores
Being happy not sad
That once again you approach
Mom and Dad

You say Mom Mommy
“What for now should I do?”
You say Dad Daddy
“I’m done with the broom too.”

Mom looks at dad,
Daddy to Mommy
They smile and say,
“Why not find Tommy.”

So out the door you head
With a splash
Because you live on a boat
And forgot to the last

You swim to the boat
The one three boats down
And yell out to Tommy
“Come out before I drown”

Tommy comes out
Still in clothes bed
You look at ol’ Tom and say
“You hear what I said?”

Tommy looks at you swimming
He opens his mouth
His Yarning sow loud
His breathe like dead mouse,

So without a word
You head back to your boat
And while on the way
You stop for a float

You don’t quite rush home
You float on the floater
You wave and say
Good day to the boaters

And when you go home
The sun is quite setting
So late in fact
You start some fretting

And you crawl up on your boat
Say hi to Mom mommy
Dad daddy stands there
And also stands Tommy

Happy Birthday they say
Tommy’s breathe not so bad
Did you have a good birthday?
So did you, Young Lad?

God Bless
justin

if there are any animators out there let me know :)

This is short and it probably sucks and I will probably be sorry I posted it, so here this is what my heart is yelling at me


Where are you,
I said goodbye
Where’d you go
I left you there

-heptide

Here is another lovely installment:

Senseless Poem

I don’t have the words
To give you a poem
I don’t have the hands
To enlighten your soul
I don’t have the strength
To bleed for your sins
I don’t have the heart
To make your life whole

The poem I write is nothing at all
The people who read it never call
The ones to whom written all fall away
The words disappear as alone we stay

My hands are so weak they can’t hold a stone.
As I lift it so passive, sitting alone.
As I watch them just whither, so lost and forlorn
I fall to my knees and pray, “Make me not born.”

I feel my strength passing away in the night
Alone in the darkness, the people all fight
I can’t lift them out, useless to all
I can’t find your heart if you’d even call

And in that darkness my heart pass away
Your life will go on, and here will I stay
What is the point, as nothing will come?
I can’t even try, to make you the one.

Oh in the darkness I watch you smile
Like a statue not moving, Adam post fall
My ears hear you laugh my arms make no motion
And I fade away, lost in the ocean.

YWFHD

I am posting an old poem I wrote. The topic has been on my heart fairly heavily lately, let me know what you think.

The Demon

As I look upon the fresh fallen snow,
The Newborn has his wake
I hear the dreams in my old mind
Through nothingness, I partake

The tarns are dark within my heart
The waters, stale and cold
The ice has born up round my soul
As I walk about my fold

Where to look to find the lost
If I am the last to leave
For where to keep the sacred thoughts
The ones to which I cleave

I cannot hear the demons waken
To kill the fairy dreams
They came to me as soft I slept
And awoke to hardened screams

The vault was cracked and there I cried
The emptiness I felt
For all the years in hereafter
The memory where I dwelt

The pot of gold that made me sweat
In the world of fast excitement
Was reconciling the oldest thoughts
Of my old and lost enlightenment

The demon came as I slept
“Old Age” was his name
He took the pot of gold away
I will never be the same

For if I was the last to leave
This life of wonder bliss
The fairy dreams from which I lived
Were taken without consent

My memories, the pot of gold
The demon named Old Age
My safe so empty anymore
Away he won’t stay from sage

Incantations I have tried
To give me back my life
But in the end the demon came
And makes it not worth strife

For in the world came the child
Life of ignorance
He smiles bright without his gold
Without the decadence

For out the world leaves the man
Death in ignorance
He smiles bright without his gold
Without the decadence


-justin

Every day we set out on another leg of our journey. As I plot my course I watch the grass blowing in the wind. Everyday we set out, we run, we walk, somedays we crawel. We dow always move, for the good or the bad.