Hiatus! no more & B.C.

Well, I am back (if that's a good thing or not?) and with my return I unveil from my "The Dim Light" collection "B.C." For those who read my poetry you know sometimes I'm "out there", but this one is waaaay "out there". With this poem...I wouldn't have it any other way. I hope you enjoy, God bless.

B.C.

Seven restless nights
 

Night I

I get scared and nervous at night because

I don’t feel that I deserve to live through

another day. Where can a man rest when

there’s no place where he can hide? Why am I

scared to live and scared of life…petrified?

Each day my grip on life gets looser and

my alibi’s can provide alibis.

With only greedy incentives, I use

life, I’m a user and I fear that I’ll

be taken in my sleep or worse…right now!

Night II

A heathen inside a dark outer shell trapped within,
I can’t break free, so lonely.
Riding perils of infamy my brood
harks and hatches Corvus, constituting
a loyal companionship. We’re both deemed
annoying when we crow…nuisances we
are, as I contemplate living in a
tiny burrow underneath the world of
debate, hate, skeptical thoughts and self-made
beliefs. My solitude is convicting.

Night III

Paranoia or intuition? All

my vagrant memories have derived from
dreaded occurrences, reminding me
and showing me on a short play list. There’s
no capable way to extinguish the
steady and ever ready circular
motions of gray. Spite is shadowed in spite-
filled light carrying a vision it has
salvaged from one of my past failures. A
grave mistake leaves many tribulations.


Night IV


Should someone be afraid to go to sleep;
watching the minutes and hours fade as you
fall deeper from deep? Every night I think
death will indict the fraud and I’m worried
If I awake, everyday was wasted
without a worthy sake. I grow narrow
and complacent stranded in seclusion.
Reprimanding arrows of explicit
words cynics can elicit. Is it a
guilty conscience or multiple warnings?


Night V

My notoriety has lied to me
so sleeps necessity means less to me.
It feels like there’s no air in here to breathe,
but these words deceive…staying awake, is
that my relief? If this darkness swallows
me hole, would anybody know? Solace
dotes on the malaise of slow. The clamor
assaults my grammar and it’s disruptive
flow. The criticism is crisp as are
my vexed and interwoven emotions.


Night VI


My life’s a worthless circus maintained by
bombarding visions of my frightening
inabilities to excel, succeed,
propel and not depend or need. If you
look how you feel, then I’m a heel with a
damaged seal. When I’m awake I have mild
control over myself, when I’m not, I’m
a lonely soul with no such control. I
fear the darkness and the way it consumes.
It’s apparent that I’m incoherent.


Night VII

I can hardly breathe, my heart feels like it
skips a beat and annuls the will to live.
The paranoia is keeping me up
entangled and intertwined inside my
mind…restless. At this hour I frolic with
the dead and excavate all the tired words
I’ve misled. Possessed uncontrollably
possessed enclosed even with closed ears in
protest. An unstoppable assailant
defiling my thoughts precise and reckless.

Day 1


Before the Lord took control of my life
I was a lost soul rummaging around.
Praise goes to thy savior who praises us
and when I go to sleep, I’m safe and sound.

Don’t be conquered by evil,
but conquer evil with good.

I no longer fear closing my eyelids
and being uneasy in bed at night.
God is in me now stronger than ever,
his love’s in my heart and I’m in his light.

Who do you admire the most?

Besides the most obvious answer here...God, who do you really admire and value the most in your life? Mine is a easy one, my dad. I respect, revere, admire and appreciate everything about him. He is a true saint, how about you?

POEtry & The Hate You Breed

To make up for last week (I am slipping) here are two poems for this week. "POEtry" (yes I intended it to be spelled like that) & "The Hate You Breed". Po is from my "The Dim Light" collection while The... is from my "Open Your Mind" collection. I scattered several things associated with Mr. Poe, can you pick them all out? I hope you enjoy.

POEtry

He scored a song

to sing along,

he penned Tamerlane to lead.

With such dismay

despair would stay;
he was born a different breed.

He wrote a hymn

that spoke within,
he defined a way to lead.

Blessed with a view

chastised by few,

he gave birth to a new breed.

He told a tale

through a black veil,

he converged visions to lead.

The pit held fate

the bells grew rate,

he molded a revamped breed.

He pitched a verse

the gift, the curse,

he alone sustained a lead.

The dark cocoon

death came too soon,

but his Raven stayed to breed.

The Hate You Breed
Keep breeding the hate
children grow reflected by distortion.
Keep breeding the hate
feelings will get blown out of proportion.
Keep breeding the hate
where does belittling get anyone?
Keep breeding the hate
it deteriorates their thoughts so young.
Keep breeding the hate
and self-prosecute when they misbehave.
Keep breeding the hate
besides torment what have you really gave?
Keep breeding the hate
through time all will absorb a reaction.
Keep breeding the hate
the cycle begins with each contraction.
Keep breeding the hate
your ruthless words can paralyze their minds.
Keep breeding the hate
years of such abuse is the tie that binds.
Keep breeding the hate
for some of you it’s not too late to choose.
Stop breeding the hate
because in the end all of us will lose.

Memory

This poem is from my "Gray Matters" collection, I hope you enjoy.

Memory

Remember us, remember me

remember all our memories.

Remember when you said I do

remember me, remember you.

Remember the first time we met

remember, so you won’t forget.

Remember back to our first date

remember when we didn’t hate.

Remember all our times of bliss

remember our very first kiss.

Remember all the times of good

remember them please, if you could.

Remember us, remember me

remember all our memories.

Remember when you said I do

remember me, remember you.

Remember the changes we’ve made

remember them, so they don’t fade.

Remember all the laughs we shared

remember when we both once cared.

Remember when our love was strong

remember when we got along.

Remember the birth of our son

remember when we both were one.

Remember us, remember me

remember all our memories.

Remember when you said I do

remember me, remember you.

What would you ask God?

If you had the opportunity to ask God one question and get an instant answer (say, a loud voice telling you the answer) what would you ask? My question: Do I have a room awaiting me (and hopefully my loved ones) in your mansion? How about you?

Hinder

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

Hinder

Only a beacon of light infiltrates

the manor in its own manner.

Scraps of a seized day are spread motionless,

they’re only faded reminders.

A gust of wind blindsides the candlestick

that carried a glimmer of hope.

Strung along as depleted mementos

of a long awaited daydream.

A ruse to abuse

with envious hues.

And gestures made to insure

that he remained insecure.

He gazed to the sky

with a question why.

It’s rude to exclude,

it changes the mood

and the time was brief that passed.

Entranced and enticed

whom felt sacrificed,

grief was the guilt that amassed.

It’s strange to follow

a heart so hollow.

He yearned a pit and dug it

crawled in deep, but didn’t fit.

He gazed to the sky

with a question why.

Only a beacon of light instigates

the manor in its own clamor.

Scraps of a seized day are spread from duress,

they’re only hated reminders.

A gust of wind blindsides a strange edict

that carries a glimmer to cope.

Strung along as depleted highs and lows

of a once inflated daydream.

Circular Firing Squad

This poem is one of several about my anger (don’t worry I contain it, well try my best to) it's from my "Gray Matters" collection. I hope you enjoy.

Circular Firing Squad

Deep underneath this flesh and bones dwells a vulture

Quite famished, looking to feed and willing to maim.

Ready to harm lies this wild, rampant animal

Mildly insane and unattainable to tame.

The passive years have harshly weakened the restraints,

But the hunger pains remain and have grown stronger.

Fighting the temptation consumes all of my strength

And I fear it won’t stay contained for much longer.

This anger burns fiercely

Boiling blood, flowing rush.

Perspiring profusely

Face flush with angered blush.

Prepared and scouring for any outlet, restless

Stalking with intentions to be a travesty.

A constant mountain mounting harder to control

One cannot foresee this monstrous catastrophe.

Anticipating the exact moment to flee

Don’t wake this inner beast to take what’s forsaken.

I don’t want to lose my sense of identity

This beast will feast on the weak once it’s awakened.

This anger burns fiercely

Boiling blood, flowing rush.

Perspiring profusely

Face flush with angered blush.

The darkness is slowly seeping out of my skin

All I’m able to do is keep my faith in God.

Acting on these impulses is the first downfall

Unleashed anger is a circular firing squad.