Why not live
Why not die
Who should become lazy towards life
If we aren’t teaching someone something
what are we here for?
She dreamt of breathing
and learned she had control
How much do we have control of fear
Who gives us this control of our life
Was it god, was it you, was it her?
Life, Death, Knowledge
How much do you actually control
How much do you want control of
If life is love and love is God
Why does he let us die
My advice to follow your own heart
down this dark path through
the trees where a wise
man stands to tell you
that you are not the only one.....
As creatures we believe to know
so much but how much do we know?
The person who knows he knows nothing,
is smarter than the person who thinks he knows everything
we are not in control of destiny
So why not take the plunge?
Life Death Knowledge...
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day, Rage Rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words has forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay Rage Rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight And learn, too late, they grieved it on it’s way Do not go gentle into that good night
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage Rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night Rage Rage against the dying of the light.
Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise
Become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enough
Stop short the urge to plead
Then purge away the need
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild dissapointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul
Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live Frugally
On surprise
Death of a soul
Death of a heart
To many dreams that are torn apart
Life’s evil is the demon’s goal
He uses your heart, He abuses your soul
He destroys hopes and dreams to reach his goal
Too many evils so little love
It can ruin the most gentle dove
The death of a soul and the death of a heart
It’s all because a damning start
The start of a deadly love
Part I:
Don’t Touch Her Imagination Unless You want to be LOST..
Purify at the end of the aisle of magic
Feel the shadowy sliver of enchantment
Notice the forgotten time of forgiveness
Without thinking reach out and touch it
Velvet fire in silver sense
Majesty worthy of it’s post
Now you know where she goes
Deep in the glaring night
A downpour of love shows
Far in the magical forest
The aisle of trees stand silently
They wait for her whenever she goes there
So does he
Her wisdom tree
Tall and ethereal he teaches her
the ways of magic
the ways of dreams
destiny child
sits still in her imagination
My friend Alyson”
All of her life she survived
from death of a broken heart
although she is quite alive
her heart is torn apart
Inside herself she cries
Alone with mistakes she made
If only she could fly
These memories would fade
Why don’t they understand
How cruel they are
should God reprimand
While she wishes on a star
So long as you do dream
Remember always how much you mean....
Heard, touched, Tasted, sniffed, listened
Intrigued by a light I can hardly see
I stand and watch the lightning pass
In the wind there is a whisper of darkness
A soft demon taps on my shoulder and tells me
to smell the rain
Can you feel it?
The endless pit of eternal
curiosity
I hear it tickle me
I wonder who I could be....
Love feeds the flames
Days of endless pains
And the smoke takes each in turn
All are doomed to rust
Time destroys our lives
nights cut like knives
All the wind carries away the dust
All are doomed to love
All are doomed to die
Tonight bring the black tomb
for even the most high
Even those in this room
Cannot pretend to fly
And I know
Even you. Even I
Must Die"
Night
A silver plate in front of her
On it, a delicious breath taking array.
Tonight’s specialty a slice of heaven with a half moon.
Millions of stars adorn her platter.
They call this divine dish “Night”,
For the perfection of its design and mystery of it’s flavor.
“Night” is the one of those rare delicacies, seen by the entire world
but loved by very few.
It is beautiful and refined
Made by a master chef who creates the life and death of us all.
She knows if she eats this dessert she shall perish from the very existence of life.
But the temptation is haunting her.
She delicately picks up her spoon, and dips it into the heaven.
Gently she takes a bite.
Sensational wisdom bursts throughout her memory.
She takes another bite, larger this time.
Comfort begins to surround her as she dips her spoon into moon.
Her mind is now craving much more than the dessert dare provide.
Meticulously she picks up one of the perfect stars.
She crunches into it with a sigh.
Bursts of ecstasy, love, and romance surround her.
She studies the residue on the plate.
Not much left, yet there is so much she has forgotten to consider.
Now that she has ate Night it has become one with her, it has creeped inside her
heart, and has found true love for the flavor of heaven, the pursuit of moon, and the
romance of the stars.
Now she is portrayed to love “Night” for rest of her life.
But she has unwittingly slipped.
Night will not be with her always, there is the sun who stands in the way.
The harsh glare that will interfere her delight with Night and ruin her taste for
it.
She will love Night forever now that she has tasted it, and it will remain with always,
maybe even as the dawn comes.
They will be together forever.
Setting a silver plate in front of a cat loaded with catnip
“Don’t eat it”
Placing a million dollars in front of a theif
“Don’t steal it”
Handing a three year old child a glass ball
“Don’t break it”
TEMPTATION……
Floating zillions of miles above earth, brilliant white wings, a golden halo… the
angels, and the God whose comfort surrounds you, eternal happiness.
HEAVEN…..
Being touched for the first time
That special someone saying Hello
Meeting a new friend
Playing on a swing set
SWEET….
Reaching out and landing in someone’s arms, that someone you care about, hearing
kind words and feeling warm and safe
COMFORT….
Shooting people for king and country,
Slaughtering millions for the president and the people,
Coming home to the same person every night,
LOYALTY….
A new born baby,
A sudden thunderstorm,
A beautiful joke,
A special moment,
LAUGHTER….
When I stare into the twin blue skies
Love surrounds me, love, the one thing you can not describe, it is his name. The
elements, temptation, heaven, sweet, comfort, loyalty, laughter, are all found with in
his love.
Falling through the darkness, a golden hand reaching out in life to catch me.
A star to wish upon, a friend to depend on.
A love that will last forever
what if I told you how much you mean to me
Would you die in my arms
fall into the mercy of my endless eyes
The bottomless pit of my soul
So she screams and drowns in the pink ligjt of the moon
Swallows her like a tiger loving clown
Always down never around
they sit with out being
smiling at lavender clouds
The castle she stands a top of hell
rules over the dominating tyrant
but who wishes to look at her love
her like no lust just blood
Razor marks streak down
his back
destiny shoots out of the pistol
my wonder silent like screams
cold like the sun
always there but never truly anywhere
Where are the angels in hell
the devils in sin the world
in fantasy. die for good
live for evil, if you won’t she will
She needs to touch the sparks
on hair. the light on dark
to feel the pain of a thousand nightmares
does she realize does anyone ever
Someone just knocked at her door
she let them in
and they wrote her story
that took over your mind
Softly sitting sing
sweet songs
sorry let the snakes see
all she has done
she deserves to rot in hell with you
she never deserves anything
Tears freeze faster than horrid
warmth, cold night pain and love
what are we?
Poem for Rob
This poem is for Matt
This is life = jar
inside the jar are the people = butterflies
Those inside the jar: - don’t understand life for more than what it is. They fly around in circles everyday- not caring whether they are in the at or not. They do not care! They are ignorant to the jar. They don’t try to get out of their circle of friends, of life, of anything, they just fly around like dumb but beautiful butterflies.
Those outside the jar: - they understand life for more than it is. They realize the jar, and go out of their way to avoid it. They aren’t always happy. they are mostly confused and almost always concerned. They care why they are here. ME: - I want to be the one who controls the jar. I want to help people realize what they are doing wrong. I want to help people out of “their jar” and into the free air. Even if they aren’t as happy, they will care and begin to realize the presence of the jar. Maybe then we can solve the problems of the jar.