this enchanted place
stands pale in its comparison to thee
crested in a night of armor
a simple wanderer of the truth
in a deathly place for love's fallacies
I wander the distance
finding myself here
this place collapses against time itself
rearing back against its own...
You are lost
In faded colours of Summer's smile
The world we had now locks me out
I tear and strain in desperate style
You drift away, I scream and shout
My blood dries in the vein
True love just means real pain.
You are lost
Until moonbeams send you from the skies
If only they spoke ...
.. Those walls .. If only they spoke ...
To tell about that hidden truth and what really goes around ..
To tell about those secretive screams that never made a sound ..
To tell about those real smiles that yet haven't been found ..
To tell how those lies...
Waking up in the morning,
another day dawns,
I rush to my computer,
I flip the cold box on.
As it's familiar sounds start,
Time to pour a cup,
I rush back to sign on,
To see if he's already up.
The "Sign In" is complete,
Today begins anew,
I gesture "Good Morning...
and the darkness is within
The sadness brings to bear the emotions of things
The numbing isolation that lack of touch brings
The incomparable sadness, the cool
Calm quiet of dreams
Deceived within the Devils hands
Parting like sheep from the herd
The aching surging and the...
She cries each night,Never does she show her pain,Always hiding her face,How long can she stay strong?How many more days must she play along,Raw emotion in her eyes,Fear crawling up her spine as she wipes the tears,Looking down at her scars,Looking at her reflection as she hides...
let me know if I am..
She wore her day with a smile
It was nothing for her to stop
And help someone smell the roses
Finding peace in imperfection
Drops of help in small doses
She carried out daily duties
Drawing strength from above
Fought through the afflictions...
She lies easy in my arms
This dimly moonlit night
Her body supple to my charms
She moans with such delight
I brush her hair back, find her neck
And kiss her softly there
My lips they trace her gentle curves
They make her arch and swear
While fingers brush and pinch and...
Yet still I walk alone
My heart heavy like a stone
Though the scars are deep
My heart's still yours to keep
As each night I weep
There's always a price to pay
So I paint on a smile and pretend to be gay
As long as I'm here, he'll stay away
I protected you today
Longing for release
Dancing beneath a winters moon
Words are meaningless
Tonight I see the truth
The holes in the hopes
The never audible yes
Only attracted to the ropes
Another of life's sick tests
Injustice, it settles
Just like mist from a rain on a hot muggy...
feel the nick of you lingering cool as winter's solstice,
feel the nick of you like a dagger cold upon the intangible grace of my skin.
such a sin it was to love you.
And when I am at last ushered into the chambers of sleep,
when I am blanketed in that dark array of...
Splinters fill my heart by the thought of your existence. Your voice echoes the reality of all that is wrong with society. I cringe by sight of your grin as you share tales of your life occurrences. Die; away from me.
path I take
Goes with me too
I can work alone
And think it is fun
To start a task
And see it done
I can sleep alone
For once I'm there
My dreams will take
I can stand alone
And face the fight
I will not run
If I know I'm right
But love alone
I can not do
I knew better
I put myself in this position
Just when I think I'm winning
I start losing
This game called love
It's so confusing
A vicious cycle with no conscience
No remorse, I made my choice
I sacrificed my heart
Was torn apart by feelings I let loose
It's a noose...
I have let the light go,But not let the dark in,The pain from withing spreading my fears,You and I,Standing here alone,We are like each other,The pain consuming me,This world is nothing but a dream,A peace of a shattered memory,Here we go,The secrets we never shared,Each time we...
(Barvo's note - I don't actually write poems. I have no urge and don't read it for pleasure. I wound up in a writing class taught by a poet, so had to write several poems. When I can't do something well, I hide behind humour. Behold the result!)
Ode to a Lost Sock
As I lay back down to sleep
to dream of nature's virtue, sweet
to dream of her within my mind,
to dream of once upon a time
to dream the dream of
happy ever afters
to dream once more
of nature's laughter
to know it teases,
and in it's recourse
In the gloam
deep in the forest
where the faeries sleep
There is one who knows
She knows the full measure
of you; the flame your smile kindles
The ache your brown eyes afford with every stroke
And the wake you leave in your leaving.
In the gloam
deep in the forest
each and every day
I miss you when the sun rises
I miss you when the sun goes back down
I miss you in the evenings , wish you were here
I miss you in my bed, holding me close there
I miss you in between the hours and the minutes
I miss you so tenderly much , I miss you so.
My heart is as deep as the Hudson River. Its fresh with unpredictable currents. Once a murky barren zone is now the object of a mid summers swim.
My mind is a twisted Christmas peppermint stick. Its stale and forgotten in your grandmothers garage, along with...
And you are been laid down in a 6ft hole
When you body starts to fade away
And your memories are the things that stays
You feel like a dead, a true dead
But when you are alive and find no one cares
You want someone, but can't find to share
When your heart longs for hope to...
Broken pieces, shattered all around
We heard the sound, when it all hit the ground
Torn pages, in the book of my life
In the pain and strife, seems like a losing fight
Empty spaces, covered in clutter
My heart skips paces, and my words come in stutters
I see the places, where the...
The crab’s in
And the money rests in my pocket
The sun goes down on the end of an era
For next year I won’t be here
I’m going on to pastures new
I’ll be watching my boys as they do
The job I’ve done for many years
I hope that the advice I’ve given
the door swings its motions
the air rushes through
the cycle it seems
But where is
what makes it new?
the people walk past
Below me the ground,
Above me the clouds
Sometimes occasions come our way,
Inspiring memories good and bad.
The occasion that is now close at hand,
Brings me memories of my dad.
The things he taught me have stayed in place,
And have become a map for me to tread.
As he told me about the things in...
I stand upon the epicenter of the world
I am at ultimate peace and harmony with myself
I stand where my body and spirit
Are at one with the universe and the cosmos
I gaze upwards to see a celestial
Divine of ambiance within the clouds
The clouds unveil...
My best fake honesty gets me in trouble every time
She finds it sweet
But then it's too late.
She's buying me drapes and underwear
Telling me what's cute and what's disgusting
Giving me nick names
Naming my plants, my fish, it.
Scented candles show up in strange...
The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might...
from my body
But people keep staring at me oddly
It seems that you are forever destined to be there
Does anyone even care?
Do you think back on that night?
When things reached their height
I tried so hard to fight
You kept on until it was light
The tears fell like rain
I have to...
Everything’s red, white and blue
People line the streets as far as the eye can see
Some are sharing a party,
Others hope to glimpse the carriage
While others just want to hear the music
From the biggest party of the century
It’s 60 years on the throne
I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, an almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lay Down,
that I know your there
I see you in the morning, a little bird that knows your there
I see you in my mirror, a face I wish to kiss
I see you in my dreams, your always there
I see you in my heart, beating inside of here
I see you everywhere
that is how I know.... I love you
As a veil in your thoughts and dreams
Image of my red lips and red hair
Is what you remember
But no life is behind those thin eyes
While the real ones gleamed that colour
Like the rest of me
Shards tearing us apart
Or perhaps we were always torn...
i know i might just light this joint just for the touch , just for the rush
you dont even know the half of it , mad ruckess
tangled brain , im feeling like a hand puppet
cause she dont know im alone , im on my own
comatose , im feeling sick but im still posted up at...
Keith Kenniff - Portraits Pt.2
Waking up, cold frosty morning
Sun peaking beyond the lid of cloud,
Golden orange glow, breathe,
It’s so much harder today than before.
Coffee, motorway, cars all aligned in a row.
Coming up for air...
I planted this seed...
watered it with my blood...
tried my best to shine...
my inner light upon it...
so it might prosper...
but as it broke through the soil...
I knew it was fragile...
maybe I sheltered it too much...
perhaps I didn't give it...
as much as I...
when the paddles slash,
Against salty waters,
Yet the sharks swim quietly through.
The dim lights flash,
For one last time,
And lies divide from truth.
And bands collide,
In waging war,
'Till kingdoms fall in blue.
And they see the Child,
In robes of gray,
For it is when the...
Another night has come and gone and here I sit all alone
wondering what the hell I did wrong
Trying to pick myself up and carry on
Though it's tough when you have been beaten up by life
Lost your will to fight
Trying not to listen to the voices in your head
Fighting against the...
The brilliance of my plumage, brilliant and loud.
My elegant crimson tail slightly swaying in my cage of gold.
Such elegance, such grace. Like the queens of old.
But then the heat spreads from my tail to my golden head.
Puff, I burst into the ashes I have been taught...
For it has no words
In my head
Lives a Secret
I cannot show you it
For it has no form
In my head
Is an empty aching space
Where I invite
The story of my life
The Secret in...
I'm sick, and it's a pretty little illness
A prefrontal bacteria that eats away my willingness
To live within the social parenthesis
I'm twisted, sick from this political annilingus.
The jacket that I'm wearing will define my disorder
I'm due to see a professional Visceral...