Poetry

Written Date: August 22, 2009

Scathed

With the sudden swiftness of a sharp blade as it tears and rips through thin fabric, so does my core drop into the pits of anguish;

unable to support such an overbearing burden, my heart shutters and fails as I attempt to will it through the fire;

Running toward resolution seems only sensible.

Forever engraved in the confines of my mind, gripping me with reminiscence, it toys with my emotions;

Unknowing of which to remedy such despair, I reluctantly endure each pounding plow;

I begin to question such an undeserving punishment, as rivers of sorrow pour out of my eyes.

Losing my breath and pushing my flesh, as piercing screams erupt from the atmosphere around;

Failing to persevere towards strength, while dragging this carcass to its limits,

That which seemed impossible begins to become conspicuous and attracting to my soul;

Wishing for an end and reaching for a soft resolution, I walk to the door, as a melodic passion streams through my mind.

Questioning the true nature of someone so gentle, I stare into nothingness for the rational;

A rose reveals its thorns which has rattled me so;

Something filled with such beauty but guarded with such an unrelenting force;

Thinking that resolution favors me, sides switch...astounding to the senses and forcing the realization of guilt

Poetry

Written Date: September 21, 2006

Pulse

There is complete silence;
No movement, no disturbance in the air, as the beating drum of life thumps once, twice, then thrice;
In each being rests a pulse, which motivates the body to progress;
This is the pulse, which drives humanity.

Heartbeat remains constant with each breath;
I inhale, receiving the agony of the world around;
Exhaling, I release the joy, which once saturated my soul;
I become invigorated with my curse.

This heart of mine suffers with each breath;
Like daggers, it pierces through each nerve and tissue;
My emotions stream though my mind with anguish as birth.

Not much left for this patched up life inducer;
There shall be no more trials and brokenness to severe to endure;
This is the last beat, as the life within becomes still.

Poetry

Finished Date: May 10, 2008

Listen

In the distant space of soft tranquility, through the silence, lies the harmony of sincerity;
In the beauty of clear consciousness, one finds the sweet refuge of peace;
All blemishes washed away and left where they fade into the night;
Open the mind’s eye; witness the soothing nectar of adoration.

Seemingly perfect is the mirage of self-contentment;
Quiet as the speech of the green infested branches of oaks in the spring;
Deceiving the outside with false optimism and decaying the inside with the unclean entanglements of the eyes, the one deemed child of the king recedes into faint.

Breathe into me your breath of life once again, so that I may feel again the comfort of your embrace;
Undeserving of the love, yet received as a lost sheep from the ninety-and-nine;
The cool clamps of constriction bind me into submission as I willingly welcome the torment that waits, but I raise, hopeful of victory drawing near.

Listen to the steps of the righteous marching forward to their destinies, weaved into the fabric of life by the Almighty Creator;
Their lives tell the story of struggle and triumph from day to day;Becoming apart of those, present myself holy and acceptable in His sight, just to listen…listen to His utterance, completing my journey for purpose