The Music

Softly sweeping over the room
Conjuring a haze that envelops
Lulled to calmness
A piercing jolt, a dissonance
Puncturing the harmony
Awaken the senses
Holding sway over a beleaguered mind
Replacing all else
One melody leads to another
And a day unfolds
Consciousness unravels
Relaxed or attentive
Passive or engaged
The ears govern
Crossing the Styx with an aural ferryman
Leisurely sailing on notes of grace
Swiftly the songs invade
The walls crumbled
The gates open
My world welcomes you
Long may you reign

Thinking of You

Get out of my head;
Falser words were never left unspoken.
A face I can't replace
Confines my mind.
How can I miss you if you won't go away?
Separation is only physical.
It's not a problem, but there's no solution.
Try to salve a troubled mind.
Holding on to hopes,
Always staying hopeless.
You probably don't feel the same.
Or do you?
Wondering about wondering.
Why not?
It won't make a difference.
Just the same stable instability.
But enough about me.
How about you?
Perhaps we'll meet in a daydream.
I'll see you there,
Just like every day.

Anything

I could write anything.
Gods and men,
Truths and morals,
Principle, parable, and prophecy.
Worlds unknown, unseen, unheard.
Abstractions of abstractions,
Metaphysical metaphors.

I could write anything.
Conquests and wars,
Heroes fallen, kings slain,
History written and rewritten,
Only remembered by the victors.
Blood spilled in fields, forests, deserts,
Seeds of destruction sewn beyond measure.

I could write anything.
Desire and longing,
Old adages of romance,
Classic themes of repeated failures.
Loves seen and felt,
Hearts broken and filled.
The sting of a rose's thorn.

I could write anything.
A single day,
Exploration of simplicity,
Recollection of images,
Words said or paraphrased.
Observations,
Dissertations.

I could write anything.
Music and harmony,
Rhyme and rhythm,
Encompassing an aural atmosphere.
Taste, genre, theme.
The notes of strings and souls.
Passion of the masses.

I could write anything.

I wrote this.

Flip

Fallen off the cliff
On top of the world
Drowning at the bottom
Risen to the surface
The difference one day can make
Structural collapse reducing to rubble
Body reconstructed from simple material
Emptiness of spirit
Filled with morsels
Doesn't take much
But it takes everything
Alone in the universe
Surrounded by companions
Lost in a drought
Satiated to the brink
A simple command changes it all
It only takes one moment
One instance
One communion
To life the countenance and flip the soul

The Promise

When the world comes crashing down,
And all is left a smoking ruin.
When the floodgates open,
And the salt flows over open wounds.
When all sense of balance is lost,
And you descend down into the darkest of pits.
When the skies burn.
When the earth no longer turns.
When the sun goes black.
When friends turn their backs.
Hearts break.
Walls shake.
Imposters fake.
Thieves take.
War.
Famine.
Conquest.
Death.
When all is lost, forgotten, and ruined.
When there's no light,
No will to fight,
Eternal night.
When agony sets in,
Burns from within,
And you can't win.

When it all shatters,
When it most matters,
I'll be there.

What It Does

Leading people astray
Obfuscating rationality
Voracious and unsatisfied
Excruciating
Hiding happiness
Undermining joy
Restricting the heart and lungs
The thing that brings together
Sometimes goes wrong

Blake poems

I wrote these for a school assignment two years ago. They're supposed to be in the style of William Blake.

The Wolf

Wolf, in white, why dost thy claw
Make fearful weapon of thy paw?
Shouldst thou not lie at side of man
According to His noble plan?

Fierce and proud, thy fearsome pack
Dost prowl and wait for the attack.
You prepare your own great feast,
A bounty for the grisly beast.

A predator purely at heart,
You tear the other beasts apart.
What craft would be designed to make
The others doomed to bend and break?

Could He who forged this weapon great,
Toiling in the hours late,
Have made the gentle streams and fields,
While power such as yours He wields?

So similar to man’s best friend,
Yet he you could so quickly end.
The one lies by its master’s side,
But you maintain your feral pride.

Wolf, in white, why dost thy claw
Make fearful weapon of thy paw?
Shouldst thou not lie at side of man
According to His noble plan?

The Goat

Bleating goat, on you is placed
All wrongs that can by man be traced.
Cursed to walk through desert dry,
You were thus condemned to die.

Sacrificed to take the blame,
Offered up through knife and flame,
Guilt absolved through pain and death,
Sin leaves with your final breath.

You did no wrong to call your own,
Other’s deeds on you were thrown.
Doomed to suffer for man’s plight,
You enter darkness to bring light.

Pure and spotless you must be
To take wrath from humanity.
Brought before the great high priest
In the lands far to the east.

In the past, you died to take
The condemnation to fiery lake
To one, a man, you did foretell
Who saved us from the pits of Hell

Bleating goat, on you is placed
All wrongs that can by man be traced.
Cursed to walk through desert dry,
You were thus condemned to die.