Poems of the first Sort
These are all my first ten poems I ever wrote and as you read you'll find my style changes immensly with time
Gates of Magik
When the three chosen reunite
Be it day or be it night
A wondrous cave will then appear
Never again to disappear
Chosen for valor, wisdom and strength
Only their hearts can keep them safe
On their journey they must weild
Faith as their only sheild
And three weapons all enemies fear.
The first shall thrust a shark tooth spear
The second shall swing a cat clawed staff
The last shall weild the bat-orbed sword of wrath
When all elements begin to clash
When all creatures come to gether at last
When light and dark, Moon and Sun
Come together and create one
the gates of majik will open
Giving us the power to keep this dream we live in alive
The Verse
As lightning hits the ground at my feet,
I find on the asphalt the Lord of deceit.
I fall back and begin to cower,
before the horned one's awesome power.
But God guided me to stand before him,
forced me to look upon his visage grim,
knowing that it forever my dreams would stalk.
I spoke unto him fear-laced talk,
"Though your power be awesome and great
good has given me a different fate
I am God's child and his alone
though thou may pummel me with fists like stone!"
Then spoke he in a voice chilling to the core,
"Who is it that thou fear more?"
"God," I said, "could no other"
He started to speak, calling me brother.
Then in anger he cut off
and on rage began to cough.
"Then with claws your face I shall rake,"
this was said by the Lord of fake!
Then in my throat it begun,
from my mouth holy words were sung.
Flung then was he to the abyss,
leaving me to await life's tender kiss
.
I finish this yarn with this a due,
Safe journey friend and God bless you.
Insanity
This is the story of why I am dead.
It started, all, inside my head,
a voice shouting it's incantation,
shouting out it's accusation!
To that voice I wish damnation
Now I find to my frustration
Shattered is my concentration
Yet I try at evaluation
Now I scream in exclamation!
Now I come to realization!
Now I know the explanation!
Now I see the situation!
My sanity is on vacation!
Why sane thoughts my mind does shun,
why I am scared of everyone,
why I fear the warm bright sun,
to my temple goes the gun.
It started all inside my head,
that is the story of why I am dead
.
Vow of silence
the perfect escape
never to question
never to explain
to never be ridiculed
for a slip of the tongue
for silence is golden
and the vow is great.
Forsaken
There is one matter in life,
a matter above the rest.
A matter of joy or strife,
rarely a matter to jest.
The matter of wich I speak
is, of course, the matter of love
.
A matter all men seek,
a matter sent by powers above.
Of this matter I have been forsaken,
forsaken as if by the devil,
Toyed-with, battered, and beaten,
by all the powers of evil.
I hope I shall soon find
someone who will be,
funny, smart, and kind
someone who will love me
.
Eyes
See my eyes look through them. Take away the mask of joviality and calm amusement. Gaze deeper, past the hardness of cynicism of a mind that thinks it has seen everything but has not seen anything yet. Cast away the pained softness of a tormented soul that burns with the agony
of heartbreak. What you have left are my eyes calm and emotionless as they have never been as the will never be again. See them and understand what it means to be searched. I know nothing therefore, I know everything. I grasp things that your mind, restrained by culture, can not begin to comprehend. I know you. I hate you, I love you, I am one with you. Look at my eyes, see the mistakes you have made, the victories you have accomplished. See what you will do to glorify your victory. Will you repent your mistakes or will you push them back into the recesses of you mind? Look into my eyes and understand me and let me understand you. Now, when you're ready and not before, look away and see no more.
Ballad Of the Horsemen
I
Beginning
Silence, Darkness then the Earth
God creates life to celebrate birth.
But as all things must someday go
Earth can not stay in life's golden glow.
So the Lord made plan to send,
Four horsemen; knights of the end.
Pestilence, Death, Famine, and War
Bringers of pain, hate, and gore.
Sending the horsemen from his breast,
God hopes mankind will survive this test.
The horsemen come four days, and four nights.
He sits back to see how Man fights.
II
War
I come first sweeping the land
you follow the glow of the sword in my hand
Stirring your hearts with greed and hate,
not even the pacifist escape this fate.
Men pick up arms neglecting their family.
As I watch no army dares flee.
Ready to fight, ready to die.
As I watch more widows cry.
My horse over bodies he does glide,
under my helmet I smile wide.
My armor glitters in the setting sun
For I now know the end's begun.
III
Famine
I come second, stretching my claw,
I come and take with the destruction of law,
I stir when government in duty lacks.
Hunger and strife I leave as my tracks.
My path has been cleared by him before me.
My clients the starving their pain is my glee.
As around bone flesh does shrink,
help is coming, they hope, they think.
Little do they know the end is near
little do they know they have much to fear.
I turn to face the sinking sun,
For now my part in this is done.
IV
Pestilence
I come on the third day, silent and slow.
Cultures stagger blow after blow.
I come joylessly killing as foretold.
Killing the weak, killing the bold.
My minions the rats go and spread,
feelings of horror feelings of dread.
Infections spread across the land.
Living flesh rotting under my hand.
I attack, my power relentless.
I attack the people all hopeless
I sit back to watch the rising moon
knowing everything will be over soon.
V
Death
I come last, at last I come
taking life from everyone.
There is no method to ward me away
your fate was set the first day.
You have felt me since your birth.
I am the last cycle of the Earth.
I come on the last day
The son of destruction, The lord of decay
I swing my scythe to collect my toll,
total oblivion my final goal.
I raise my arms to bring down the sun,
Darkness reigns the Earth undone.
VI
The Cycle
What took years to create,
takes only days to unmake.
What was once considered only by fools,
has come to pass, darkness rules.
Armageddon, an event feared by all
literally speaks of mankind's fall.
Angels cry their sorrow great,
saddened, of course, by mankind's fate.
God considers his children's strife,
and decides to continue the cycle of life.
Silence, darkness, then the Earth,
God, once again creates life to celebrate birth.
Sonnet #1:
Natalie
I see her most days of every week,
the sight of her causes my heart to flutter.
When she is near I feel weak.
The sound of her voice causing my voice to stutter.
Her eyes like that of a deer,
hair long, flowing, and beautiful,
the mere thought of her causes my eyes to tear.
Her lips are soft and beautifully full.
Her name as sweet as the summer breeze,
melting away the winter's freeze.
The futile thought wrenches my gut.
Intelligence, humor, and beauty manifold.
Someday I shall announce my love but,
for now my heart remains untold.
A writer's Lust
A writer's lust I must tell you,
and let the truth be known.
Is long and hard and very true,
although it is rarely shown.
A fever, that for exist one cure
that will spare the writer strife.
The remedy does more, tis for sure,
granting an author life.
A perfect quill to let flow,
words of golden beauty.
Wether hateful dark or lovely glow,
they give an author duty.
Words of wisdom,
tales of power,
they create a wondrous kingdom.
Many think the heart to be a futile organ,
yet all wish it will beat in love,
no matter how futile it is.
Many live life in love and constantly jest of it.
But many still claim Eros as their muse.
In short, to write, to love,
to feel, to be,
This is the cure so it appears to me.
Questions
Sometimes I wonder,
I wonder and I think,
Of all the things I have done wrong,
And every little mistake.
I try to Figure out,
If I deserve this fate,
Should I try to live calmly now?
Or Put even more at stake?
These are questions asked.
Asked more and more often.
As along life I progress
How much more can I take
Humor is denied to me,
and intelligence I shun.
Now I am certain of course.
My sanity did break.
The Sign
I travel on a road,
made rough with good intentions,
soon I feel the heat,
burning my hair, scorching my feet.
I come across a river,
A river labeled Styx.
On a hook there is a horn I bring it to my lips,
The cold bone numbs my limbs.
A note twisted with evil, sounds across the horizon.
Mist swirls higher, higher, shrouding my sight.
A tall man in battered robes answers my call,
Polling near the bank he lifts his hand palm up.
I search my torn pockets finding to my surprise,
two silver coins, the size of my eyes.
I give them to the man and they disappear.
I step on the ferry and he polls me across.
As the pain and misery reach me we reach the bank.
A bank covered in slime of centuries.
There they stood tall, twisted, alive with evil.
God! How they stood mocking me! But Even worse was the sign!
And I wish! Oh how I wish,
I had lived with faith!
But now I stood there it is too late,
So said the inscription before the gate
.
A sign, standing forever there, As I read it striking fear;
"Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here!"
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