29 July, 2011

Broken & Reach if you can't grab

I've been slipping lately, for those who care I apologize. Here are "Broken" & "Reach if you can't grab" from my "The Dim Light", I hope you enjoy.

The solaced snow garnishes the driveway,
but the stricken driveway is bare.
Two cars occupied its circumference
and now only one resides there.

Arguments were the only sign of persistence,
later on though, following inseparable.
Animosity was believed to have cosigned
and their transformation was unmistakable.
For these two lovers whose love was enthused with love,
how could their firm relationship lose relations?
Was it honest to stay together for the kids
when their misery crossed over limitations?
The damages weren’t paltry or punitive,
but they were conducted more severe than serene.
Their first two years felt the mutiny everyday
from the last twelve who would antagonize a scene.
The time they shared with their friends steadily increased,
alibi’s weakened every anniversary.
They could hardly percolate with one another
and when they did, they would submerge in a hurry.
Later on in life when their kids were fully grown,
matured and both of them had been completely schooled.
That’s the time when their paths intentionally changed
and their impotent feelings were nevermore fooled.

The solaced snow garnishes the driveway,
but the stricken driveway is bare.
Two cars occupied its circumference
and now only one resides there.
Reach If You Can’t Grab

Apply yourself and nothing can stop you,
you can do anything with assertion.
If the dedication you give is strong,
it will persevere any diversion.
You’re equivalent to anyone else
so let the disoriented chatter.
They only advocate their foolishness

A valid reflection of one varies
with all of the different views it carries.
Be sure to stay true to yourself with truth
you’re a dynamic person, here’s your proof.

Deathly defy the galore which is bland
and finance your own set of credentials.
Get off your lazy rump and make a stand,
I know you can become influential.
You’re not as helpless as you think you are
you have a say on the path that you’ll take.
You’ve overcome these unfair odds thus far
just stay the course and try not to be late.

08 July, 2011

Why I Seldom Smile

This poem ("tortured artist") is from my "Open Your Mind" collection, I hope you enjoy.

Why I Seldom Smile
Torture befriends suffering
suffering adopts sorrow
sorrow disables my smile,
caring less of a tomorrow.

Agony feeds off my hate
hate doesn’t think so hate I store.
Actions speak volumes, but freedom is heard.
Temptation knocks…I won’t open the door.

Insecure relates to paranoia
paranoia stays in one place;
that place being said is my mind
my mind has a sense, but no face.

The past haunts the ever present
the present questions the future.
The future is very uncertain,
what’s uncertain remains a blur.

Hard to breathe, I fiddle with reason,
is it possible for this much stress?
My stress has stress that accumulates
making me seldom smile, I guess.

17 June, 2011

The Wolf

This poem is from my "Grey Matters" collection about a fear I have looming forever in the back of my mind. I hope you enjoy.

The Wolf

He howls at the mango moon patrolling each inch
with a gleam on the surface of his hollow eye.
Thoughts of death are projected in his perception
and his defiance alone one couldn’t defy,
but I know he won’t let me by.

I feel his growl startle and shake throughout my bones
with a glaze from the corner of his ghastly eye.
Gloom with a timely doom propels the need to pass,
but the only thing he would let me do is try
and I know he won’t let me by.

His set of fangs are showcased through a surly snarl
with a glare erected off of his vacant eye.
Even the slightest movements I make he mimics
so I must reach my salvation before I die,
but I know he won’t let me by.

The gatekeeper guarding the gateway to judgment
with a gaze punctuating from his ghostly eye.
I must surpass this obstruction by any means,
but his attentive prowess you can’t deny
and I know he won’t let me by.

This wolf is my partition to eternity
with a glance directed off of his haunting eye.
I have yet to earn my sacred divinity
and this obstacle is here for that reason why,
so I know he won’t let me by.

13 June, 2011

Summer Plans

Does anyone have any big plans set aside for this summer? Or is there something you want to accomplish this summer? My family and I have plans (hopefully) to go to Washington, D.C. and Boston. I've never been to either so I don't know what to expect. How about you?

03 June, 2011

Birds (In General)

This poem is from my "Open Your Mind" collection. I hope you enjoy.

Birds (In General)

They fly inconceivable of a worry.
High and lenient into the transit sky
soaring and sweeping conspired so gaudy,
but with such an unmistakable poise.

They have a tenacity towards nature,
unmatched only by their own lineage
with different relatives, that’s relative.

They steal some straw and little wooden stems,
making it vital to relax at home
They carefully care and nurture their young.

Their mileage can be so presumptuous.
They sing with a harmonious volume,
an exquisite gift, free to the whole world.

Many travel in precise precision,
unaware of the predators below.
Mainly felines looking for a quick treat.

We witness aerial exhibitions.
Chirping to one another with leisure,
televised through windows or open views.

For such petite knowledge they do reason
and then proceed to suitable weather.
They deserve more prestige then they’ve received
They fly inconceivable of a worry.

22 May, 2011

Intensity's Anticipation's

This poem is from my "The Dim Light" collection, I hope you enjoy it.

Intensity’s Anticipation’s

Indiscreet fascinations, banish me below
lingering underneath where the muzzled soil lay.
Where inside deep corridors, condensation grow,
I remember all the offensive words you say.

Treat others with the same respect that you covet
otherwise, your gambit is an instilled gamble.
The tyranny inflicted will bring side-effects
when you’re the only one besieging the scandal.

With everything gone and nothing but still is left,
what can I do, what can we do…what can I do?
I’ve known all along you’re the thief that favors theft,
my dismay comes with the acknowledgment of you.

Throw your hate-filled trident at what is established
such a move moves closer to your apprehension.
My breaking point confines have entertained enough
for my admission into that glum dimension!