The Place I Left
There is a world that no longer exists,
Yet upon my mind still persists.
Where familiar faces know my name
And nostalgic places stay the same.
Mine, a world with a culture bright.
For which I should’ve fought a greater fight
Because that daily hall of smiles
Was worth the constant traveled miles.
Theirs, the world of people I left.
Who always wrapped in constant cares
May only superficially recall memories kept
Before making little history with other peers.
There is a world that never did exist,
Yet in my mind shall ever persist
As a golden ideal of a bygone past
That really never was meant to last.
October 4, 2010 at 8:35 pm | Poetry | No comments
Creativity’s Call
Timid man walks on life’s time-drawn lines.
Absentminded smile ponders a piece of life.
Learned reflexes follow age-old signs
That could be broken with a step like knife.
A mere suggestion, a doubt of convention.
A planted spore of seed, nurtured in thought.
A will to fresher ideas and invention
Than common worn-out life-defining rot.
Daring man paints the colors he chooses,
Picking how he himself wins and loses.
Daring man steps and walks a jagged road,
Charting the infinite chances bestowed.
Not any complacent fear will stall
A daring man following
A passion’s call.
August 4, 2010 at 11:20 am | Poetry | No comments
Drifter
Freedom gives a sky of direction.
A little bird flies among the clouds
Going on from section to section,
She’s passed a lifetime of crowds.
She’s drifting forever to nowhere,
Catching random winds from here,
Drifting forever to nowhere,
In a moment over there.
She’ll stay the night and sing along,
Yet morning brings a fresh new mind,
A rashness to find all things wrong,
And once again fly in hope to find
The perfect-like path of winding sky,
The full-out flock of like-minded bird,
A place and world to be truly unshy,
An absent fantasy to be unblurred.
She’s drifting forever to nowhere,
Catching random winds from here,
Drifting forever to nowhere,
In a moment over there.
June 21, 2010 at 8:52 pm | Poetry | No comments
Nervous Wreck
Nervous wreck never does things right
With visions of failure in sight.
Nervous wreck can imagine all in her head
If only her daydreams could be read.
Nervous wreck meets truth and runs away
Imagines she’ll try another day.
Nervous wreck dreams of being strong
Wonders why she’s all so wrong.
Nervous wreck can only see
Visions of failure at life.
May 15, 2010 at 10:26 am | Poetry | No comments
Fickle Dreams
Wouldn’t it be great to live a dream
Lax with no work nor duties seized
No broken promises to redeem
No million people yet unpleased
No work nor responsibility
And all the lighthearted time
To work for your dreams only
To lay and hear the wind chime
Across that pleasant grassy plain
A brilliant wind-whisked stopover
Where many dreams lie slain
Torn from the fickle mind-rover
Who contemplates in thought
Imagining, feeling time’s edges rot.
Wouldn’t it be sweet to live a dream
With a one-sided cardboard beauty
With not clearly a single visible seam
Flawless life for all the world to see
No dreams nor any future hopes
No greater light to an endless strife
No reason to climb rough-torn ropes
No obligation to live a better life.
May 7, 2010 at 7:56 pm | Poetry | No comments
Spring Break
There’s a break coming soon,
I hear everyone all say.
A time when I’ll sleep till noon,
For all that nine-long day.
I can shirk my duties until
The time of break is done.
But even as I stand so still,
Clock hands know to run.
I open my eyes, finally,
And looking around I see
Marathons of duties I forgot,
That after I left to rot,
Are then again within my care
Leaving me now with much to bear.
April 11, 2010 at 10:56 pm | Poetry | No comments
Just Cause
I haven’t the reason to care,
Not one bit, not the slightest bit,
For that relic over there.
That once upon a life,
A person I knew who called
Himself the name of me
Did give his worth to
What I now do see.
I haven’t the reason to care,
None, no reason at all
To worry of happenings
In a cause I left.
But today I have
A Just Cause
To care for the past
I once let go.
To care for those things
I left to waste.
And all those opportunities
I made myself miss with
A Just Cause.
A Just Cause,
Which is a fickle thing
That lends itself to
My moment’s whim
Yet when these whims
Forever shift and change,
Just causes rearrange.
April 10, 2010 at 12:06 am | Poetry | No comments
Taking Forever
In this barren field of forever,
There lies a fresh sprung sprout,
Buried under winter snow.
We call her promise.
A promise waiting to be kept,
Meant to last and blossom
To beautiful spring from
When seldom tears are wept.
I stand on my side of
This double-knotted obligation,
Pinkies crossed and hoping
The other endures the duration.
He calls it naivete,
That cynic over there.
I’ll do what I do and hope,
For the everlasting promise
Of fresh new change.
But before forever’s done,
Chances say I’ll be gone,
And in that double knot untied,
The lonely side left is one.
April 9, 2010 at 11:53 pm | Poetry | No comments
Everlasting Chore
The minutes roll by like rocks,
Tumbling down a level floor.
I’m stuck in my little quaint box,
A world with an unopened door.
And the minutes just go by.
And some birds are flying by.
And some wind is blowing by.
Here I am, just getting by.
Getting by and again I play
With the same old worn toys
That yesterday I put away
But now softly make a noise.
I discover every trick of same,
In this lone monotonous game
Where I rearrange my mental food
Till my mind takes a fresher mood.
And I’m never satisfied with the work,
Always doing and wanting some more,
So maybe it’s time to veer the fork
And finally end this everlasting chore.
March 29, 2010 at 3:31 am | Poetry | 1 comment
Nonsense
I want to write another poem,
Though I said I wouldn’t.
My mind is starting to roam,
Though I think it shouldn’t.
I’d write with a different tone,
Or shape my words like a cone.
I’m improvise a line or two,
Maybe risk looking like a foo’.
I’d base all my stuff off rhymes
Because I’ll never have to think,
Except for a few seldom times
When my mind starts to blink.
But I’ll never know what I did,
Or what thoughts I’ve got to rid.
I’m not sure why I’m wasting space,
So I suddenly want to erase.
Yet even though only I’ll ever care
About this whirl of worthless words,
I’d smile to think they were ever there.
So having made my last accords,
I’d write away the end of insanity,
This fostered world of important ole’ me.
March 29, 2010 at 2:46 am | Poetry | No comments