Dawsoe20
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Uggg my philosophy section had to be extended and now my poetry section is overloaded...damn this word post limit. Anyway without further ado,
VII: Poetry- Cont...
The Free Son
Free son,
Tell me, why do you march today.
All I ask is for a reason,
Something to explain why you act this way.
Free son,
Tell me, what do you plan to do.
You say "It is the season."
But I want to know the truth.
Free son,
Tell me, why you've left us all behind.
You tell me it's because of treason
And you didn't commit the crime
Free son,
Tell me, why you're now in jail.
Once before the deeds done
I knew such a kinder self.
Free son,
Tell me, when you finally come,
Back to the house to see us
Will you resent freedom?
Uninspired Testament
On the walls, on the telly, in the streets of the city
On the bus, on the highway, on the screen at the movies
Murmur the words, stirred, blurred from the back of your head
Scream, obscene to the scene until you get some respect
If we're better off dead, get it out of your head
The message uninspired isn't what will need to be said
Values, morals, scruples, truth
Not such figures found with proof
Not much reason for salutes
Don't pollute the jaded troops, with heralding of crimes if the line's obtuse.
Shut the door, then your mouth
Keep the cold in from getting out
Maybe what this is all about
Heat of the streets is getting you down
Stop right here, count to three seconds
1...2...I'm going to teach a short lesson
Inspiration of menace is such a terrible thing
The sound of hatred doesn't have a suitable ring
Confession that regression serves no lords but only the king
Still a way to get ascension is using the wings, rising above
Finding some love, amidst the hurt and the sting
Hotter than hell, suffocate on that smell
But endure the lure, the blatantly obvious tells
What you know to be coming, echoed by yells
Is as simple to explain as your mind to yourself
Shelving away all the shame and regrets
Placing the blame and then taking all bets
What stays the same despite the rooks and the vets?
An old code was rewrote, screaming "Testament!"
Silence
Screaming words spinning through the ether.
They'll take theirs, you'll take yours
I have no need for neither
You're bothered by the noises,
Even though I stay muted all the time.
But despite the choices, so much louder are the voices
Drunk off the very poison of the words once heard, "I'm fine"
You can keep on talking
Keep up the violence in your head
Quiet from my mute compliance
The silence means I'm dead.
The Angry Notice
Redish-jagged scribble, spotted on the page
Renew your hue to something blue, brown, or maybe beige
I won't ignore your insults, incessant crimson tone
The loudness of that shade is more vibrant than a star has ever shone
You remind of a bicycle I rode once when I was three
And I wagon ride when I was five, both involved my bloody knee
When I see your myriad pattern, I recall a time I was confused
No team would pick the six-year-old with sticks protruding from his shoes
Reddish-jagged scribble you know I wanted to become a tree
And even now you laugh somehow, and prolong this mockery.
Your thin lines want my trust, to betray me on a whim
Like when I got lost at seven, then at eight and nine again.
You stupid tiny doodle, whatever put you on this page,
Crap here comes the teacher..."Travis, that's not an 'A'".
Unheard Confession
Ponder if I might exhale
Tenacious is my ragged breath
Evidence that seeks me paired
A knife in spite of airless death
Without a word you cling
Bringing my body to your shoulder
In your eyes I once was your dream
When my confesses reached another
In my placid stare you search
For a signal or a sign
I can't confess without a shout
Nor address the doubt, you're mine
Think to press my chest
But allow the futility to fade
Remember now my time with you
Beseech this far-reaching masquerade
Light shall be turning soon with swooning velvet, maroon and violet sheets
Wrongly bore this broken soul is now forever yours to keep
Untitled
Close your eyes.
Hold your breath.
Feel the warmth,
Inside yourself.
Know my face,
And my heart's will.
Under any star
I love you still.
Something Significant
Forget me not,
And I shall render,
What you forgot,
And shall remember.
Essence of the Day
The best day of my life.
Let me think.
It's not one I can think of.
Does that mean I can't remember it?
Is that really the answer?
The worst day of my life.
Some recent days come to mind.
I can't remember anything old.
Does that mean only bad things are happening to me now?
That doesn't sound right.
The most memorable day of my life.
Well I don't recall an entire day that significant.
Can it just be a memorable moment?
Scratch that, I can't think of one either.
Not anything memorable I'd say.
The most important day of my life.
This one.
Because I'm living it.
Who cares about the others?
I'm only here today.
Going
The journey I take before I step,
Starts at the end of my next breath.
Plunging, charging, shooting, dream.
You my nothing and everything.
When I exhale and hold my lip,
I think the destiny of my trip.
Foolish things to see so keen,
Clouds, fences, paths, ravines.
And though I treck through all, the none.
I can't idley walk with chance to run.
Come on, approach the time for these,
Lift the feet and bend the knees.
Simplicity
So many ways
Encapsulate
The feelings that reside
In her eyes
Both their hands
Then two words replied
Fondness shown
Way unknown
And no one dare denied
The words she used
Couldn't be more true
She nearly stopped and cried
"I do"
The Unforgiving Truth
Why regret the mistake that you left,
Brought you to the mischief like a mystery?
Guilt on your face and eyes reeling lies,
Is this how you show that you're sorry?
A word never uttered, and throat swollen shut,
You can sweat and shake to your knees.
If I so dismiss your courage to fail,
You can bury that apology.
Forgiveness not sought,
Only conveniently traded for the image of you that does suffer.
My reason's not bought, and who would have thought
That one man is an incapable lover.
A fake and joker sits in my sight,
My hands folded and head hung out of sight.
If the pen is to paper and mirror to maker
Then I can show what I know to be right.
Deceive the believers!
And propagate feelings of remorse through the ages!
Though fools of us all you surely made,
Below the surface you know what has faded.
Lost in this world created by you,
With volumes of knowledge you've spoken.
Not one word of truth has ever been used,
So now, ask yourself how a soul can be woken?
If there was a way to redeem, the absence of facts,
What would remain is nothing but blame,
A cowardly liar wandering off to be lost,
The inevitable true path he claimed.
Servant
A well placed judgment for a pet
To follow soundly your master's call
Block out your ears and without your dear-
est of memories, sanctioned small
A lap to warm you by the fire
And a fist to ward away the pain
What burns then does never tire
One man's body will be the bane
Leaving out those splendid reasons
Of why you will not survive alone
Devoid of any thought of treason
You succumb to what is unknown
Poorest creature mixed with wit
Your complacent tongue will be your fall
When dear master begins to hit
The voiceless rasp, will be your call.
Deathbed Perceived
Flooded in white, I see
Questioning why, believe
I know it's time, dying
Hold the map higher
Stringent and bare, fingers
Searing my mind, clearer
Struggling free, nearer
Every patient expires
Leave me to eyes, harder
Feel me depart, martyr
Keeping your faith where it belongs, among partners
Aim risen, conspired.
The sky will be filled to the brim in your blood
You practicing fools who can speak but not love
Every bargaining cretin in their last passing breath
Will be afforded no mercy with a payment of death
Left are the sons, and the brothers related
The ones who I cared for, protected, and hated.
By choice it was not to share a gene in that pool
No longer shall I be played by divine fools
Who mocked all my logic and broke all my tools
And had no forgiveness for who broke their rules
I'll say this as sanely and plain as I can
I am no imperfect god, I am an infallible man.
Reluctance
Edge of my grasp
A moment of regret
Slips from my reach
Stop, still, be still
Hand of fate reluctant
Has never caused such trepidation
Forgive my fear please
I know not what I do
Inaction breeds such evil
And unaware this catalyst
Can only cry in shame, asking
Beseeching a better resolution
Perhaps it is right
Correctly placed in my heart
Shaking free of amnesty
This dark recess in the soul
Will give me comfort at least for now
While the world crumbles all around this cowering man
No hope in others
No faith in myself
Only knowing,
All things must end
My hand is still once again
What is worth my touch?
Abject Friend
Your mouth will only lie
So look into my eyes
Before I take your life
Give me reason you should die
I can't say I never did this
Erased one friend's existence
But throughout I'll stay consistent
These walls of laws are stringent
If I quarrel with my morals
Just for a second longer
My resolve will soon dissolve
And I'll pray I was only stronger
Seethe forth the animosity
Invoke my curiosity
With eyes glaring with hostility
Pain propelled at such velocity
I'll suffer through this destiny
As long as it's just you and me
And when you leave my company
I'll grow up and show my sympathy
No time to sort my orders
Close my vision, cross the borders
You lived your turn and now you'll burn
With the blade in you I'm torn up
Every heartbeat and exasperation
Emboldens the situation
When facing this relation
It comes, stunned, the revelation
You believed in me
Doubted all else
I questioned peace
And choose war for myself
Digital Rooster
Indiscriminate sound
Absence mocking me absolutely
A world existing with you plaguing my own
My very contempt shall be screeched
Detestable siren
Fervor mounting, bore out of man's intent
You teach and try too simply
Hoarding time I haven't spent
I'd cry foul if only you knew those words
Curse you, shrieking spectacle
Ruthless sound drowning in my ears
The sun I'd have before you
Dwelling on my mind, this rock
Nothing changes the face of time
And I despise the fact you do remind
Irritable alarm clock
At the Top of the World
I can only see down
When the world looks back up
Vibrant greens paint the floors
Filling my peripheral sense
Outside of this body
My soul has reached out
Among a sprawling cerulean
One spec blots the sky
Only held up by this earth
By a solid rock shelf
In form of no glory
This vessel is prized
A pity no one can see what I see
All below is much more precious than I
Containment's Greeting
There's a change disappearing in the darkness
There's a chance if I only try my hardest
That I might save what we call the same
A voice goads me behind every wall and every curtain
A choice is what I pray for to make my answer certain
If I choose wrong then your promise will fade away
Time stops as this abyss is drawing nearer
Gazing at the lights as they abandon the future
My only hope now is the presence that you sustain
A grip on my hand is released sending me reeling
And I'm confronted by this unfamiliar feeling
With no force to guide my course I go insane
Apart finally of the dismal dreary madness
All is so recognizable within this piercing blackness
I believe I have at last found my welcome domain
Sanctuary
Comfort me
Rid of these
Memories
By myself
No one else
On the shelf
Heartless felt
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Topic: Dawsoe20's Unabashed Showcase
Posted on May 1, 2009 15:16
