Saturday, March 29, 2014

On the Grapevine

My life is spent here
in the dark,
watching reds
and counting cards;
sending thoughts
and dreams and hopes
into the fire
and the smoke
in hopes that out
the other side,
I will see my life
I'd rather pity
than to be
behind a cloak
and never seen.
I know it's wrong
to feel this way -
after all, what would
my others say?
But the storm that keeps
inside my mind
is one that doesn't
fade with nights.

I'll love and fall
and start anew
until those reds
fade into blue.

Monday, March 24, 2014

The Arms of Possibility

Put down the papers
and turn from the screens,
pick up a pen or
take time to sing;
for you're damned either way
you direct your life,
but right now is unlike
all other nights. 
After so many evenings
of monot'nous change,
calm has, at last,
taken her place. 
Maybe forever
will never be,
but forever will surely
always see
that today existed, 
that a choice was made. 
Maybe it was absence,
or something as great;
but whatever lit up
the latest great dark
will forever be guilty 
for now's second half. 

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Beast Waikato

A concrete stronghold
holds back a giant of our land,
forcing forces of anger
to keep and build. The lords
and masters of the stronghold and,
ergo, of that giant monstrosity, that
beast, know of the building frustrations that could eventually 
overcome their powers. So
once in a time and again, the beast is
let loose. A short leash keeps
the beast from causing chaos,
but allows a tantrum of magnitude 
to reek havoc on anything 
foolish enough to stand in 
the beast's allowed wake. 

And we watch. 

We stand on a viewing platform and
watch as momentary Armageddon 
takes hold. Some watch in awe,
some in fear; everyone has their reason, but the feelings are hardly
without each other. Regardless,
we stand and we watch as 
destruction ensues. Like a storm's
torrential wind, life and rocks are
beaten down and battered. And then…
it's over. Heaven or Hell takes hold 
of the poor and unprepared. But 
ultimately, the lords and masters
retain control with a crack of their
concrete whip. For now, at least, 
the beast is retained, until we fall.