Dancing

and so the music played
while we spun in circles on
the earth covered floor

laughter and joy radiating
with every step we take
into midnight dawn

the fire sparks and
explodes into nova’s
of light that dazzle our
eyes

rhythm and beat
driving our lives like
the flow of blood
in our veins.

forever twirling
and spinning a
as the pearl white
moon sways in the
night

Crimson Shame

with our red dyed hands we
try to wash out our sins,
only to find that, though
gone from our hands, before
our sightless eyes we are still
stained as though freshly spilled,

we stand accused in public’s domain,
crucified not by judge nor jury but
by the weight of our perceived crimes,
they ignore our pleas and play in
ignorance to abstain from our
silent anguish and bloodied hands

in name we cry for absolution
but deny ourselves its blessing,
is it not the fault of this accursed
world, for is not they who created
us and they who would have us bear
this crimson shame

alas,
I fear that I am the only one to blame.

New Beginnings

Though we lose our ways in the forest
Our bonds will hold us to our course
Never fear the unknown for you are
Never truly alone.

River's arms

Fire by night’s edge on river's left
burns into dawn without concern
consuming all fears the darkness brings.
All that remains is the beacon in the shadow

Death on river's right chills the night
dead mist hangs till dawns embrace.
Darkness spawning terror in all that lives.
All that remains is fear in the blackness

The murky waters of light and dark
flow without thought or care for
surrounding conflicts of fate.

Last Rites

This was one of my earlier poems but one that I have always felt attached to. For one thing I like how the imagery came out and the concept of time (an artificial creation of man to confine himself to his believed fate) has always interested me.

Time

I feel the currents of time
pull at my feet.
The flow of a thousand images
passing through me.
Where single footsteps create
thousands of ripples.
The swirling winds of purpose
tear down mountains.
Where oceans become deserts
and deserts to forests.
I see the world drift and flow by
like a spring stream.
Where time and earth mix to show
past and future
in the blink of an eye.

Rough and Unpolished

While nothing is ever set in stone when it comes to me and my writing (I even change old works to bring them more relevant to my new experience and mood, though I do try and save an original copy as well) this is something that I was working on tonight. I'm not exactly sure where I am going with it nor where it is coming from, which for me is a little unusual. Here a glimpse of a rough draft (by the way titles are always the thing I do last if at all):

as we walk shrouded in white fog
with diverging hearts and minds
we whisper lies to each other.

the wide river besides us rises up
as if to cleanse our mortal fallacies,
but is lost to our blinded eyes.

for it is in the valley of spears we
walk without shoes while bleeding
from unfeeling feet.

hidden doth the truth stay
for it is not truth we wish for
but our own delusions of reality.

the dying light

cold steel rends flesh and bone,
dripping red beads down metal blades,
raining crimson tears upon the ground.
life’s flow ebbs from its mortal shell.
In the stillness silence prevails.

in our reckless greed we hold tight,
even as the sands of life slip away.
lost in a twisting emptiness while
snow falls covering all scars.
And the world fades to night.

in the harsh light of truth is seen
the fields of spears where fallen
remain, forever locked in battle.
souls sundered from this world.
Sightless eyes to bear witness to all.

River Styx

In pale moon light
by river’s dark edge
awaits the ferryman.
In right hand’s grasp
An ancient oar rests,
Used and worn it
Shines with lost runes.

By the creaking boat
Lay a sack of gold on
The jagged shore.
Undisturbed by prying
Hands for who would
Ever steal from the
Ferryman of the river
Styx.

Two copper coins,
Two silver coins,
It matters not
For any two coins
Grants passage,
But alas there shall
Never be a return.

I am

For I am death
The destroyer of worlds
The death of the mind
Strangled and starved
Burned by my own hand
By my own desire
Locked in infinite cycles
Unrelenting
Indifferent

For I am life
The creator of worlds
The birth of new ideas
Nourished and flourished
Grown by my own hand
By my own will
Ever changing cycles
Unrelenting
Unstoppable

For I am human
The great destroyer and creator
Hanging between life and death
Living and dying in the same breath
By fate’s illusion and will’s fallacy
In this thin veil we call life
Unrelenting
Human

心

here i sit in a world of darkness,
without a candle to light my way,
is there such a thing as innocence
or is it just an illusion of ignorance?