Random Poetry...

Some more random poetry that I wrote awhile ago.


Tears of Chaldea

Who shall cry when all is done
over the hillside
away from the sun
the victors shall ride
away from the sun

Tears of agony
Tears of woe
Tears of victory over a silenced foe

Yet it is not over
in minds so deep
sleeping on clover
while their allies weep

red tinted clover
so unnaturally human
caught in the sun
sparkles with lost thoughts
that were once full of fun

and so they lay
till nature claims them
and nothing that is done
can change them

they lie so silent
sleeping on clover
the victors were violent
and none rolled over

Tears of agony
Tears of woe
Tears of victory over a silenced foe

Who shall cry when all is done
over the hillside
away from the sun
the victors shall ride
away from the sun


Untitled # 16

Without hope you might as well be blind,
Without love you'll waste away to the end of time,
But faith prevails and gives hope a chance,
giving me the courage to ask for a dance,
with it giving love a chance to grow,
so I ask this one time, because I need to know,
if you'll be mine, to help make faith meet fate,
lifting my blindness, allowing me to create
such a sight in my eyes, giving my heart such a rise,
all because of one brief chance, that ended in romance.


If we spend our time thinking of somewhere else... shouldn't it make sense that we should be there? Why limit our happiness because of laziness? If you aren't happy, do what makes you happy.


--> http://cairnseeker.blogspot.com/2009/12/pursuit-of-happiness.html

Strive for what you want. You've got nothing to lose.

How are you?

Every time you see me you ask me how I am. Countless times we're asked this question, so often that the answer becomes automatic. Like bullets a "Good" or "Fine" is shot right back at the questioner. Never do we really stop to think about the true answer. And even if I knew most of the time I wouldn't tell you.

Well right now I do know.

Right now it's like when you go to your favourite playground from when you were a kid. And find that the swing sets that you spent so much of your life on are gone, replaced by a jungle gym. The slide that needed so much courage to climb is now a teeter-totter. And the baseball field where you had those late night pickup games is nothing but grass. It's still a playground. Kids still spend hours in breathless joy. But it doesn't feel the same. It doesn't fit your memory. You're not sure why this happened and you're not sure why you care. And the more you think about it the less you get to any conclusion. It turns into just one more thing pressing down upon your sun. The caffeine and the pills and the 12 hours of sleep stops working and you transition from the lost playground to the stranger that didn't return your hello when you passed by on the street. The friend who didn't return your call. The person you loved a year ago who lay down next to you, drawing up the future in thousands of useless words detailing every moment and bright idea both of you drowning in useless Idealism on that damn water bed where you could never sit still and this fucking bracelet which you want to burn but you can't seem to cut it off your wrist and it really doesn't matter anyway its just string yet for some reason your mind just can't stop this damn cycle and you just need to RELAX.

well... maybe it's better that we leave it to a simple "Good" or "Fine" and a smile created to disguise what's inside.

Whats Wrong with a Little Destruction?

All alone in this tiny shop of glass. I sit and gaze at the art around me. Everything reminding me of my not so simple past. Teacups and vases line the walls, with mirrors and china surrounding them all. Fragile lives teeter on definite edges. Sitting their life away with nothing to do but sparkle. Shine in motionless silence. Not even the air, in its multitude of moves, disturbs the quiet shop of glass. All is whole.

Life does not work this way. Nothing can sit in a suspended state. Nothing is perfect. Nothing can shine forever. It's not sane. It's simply an illusion of the world. It's misery.

All it takes is one breath. One wink. One hit. One push. One idea. One butterfly. Destruction. Devastation. Disruption. With one solid swing you can smash a shelf. Glass litters the floor. Another, and a teacup shatters. This shop collapses with a hundredth of the effort it took to build. Reflecting life, reflecting our world, the shop is destroyed. And it feels good.

So much is lost, all the work, patience, creativity. Nothing is left but chaos and confusion. Nothing makes sense. But it's only after we have lost everything that we are free to do anything. Through the dust a new world can be built. A better world. Destroy the nostalgic ties to your life and you will be free. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. Only after we erase here and now can we create our future.

Destroy your china shop and create your future from the dust. Only then will you be free.

Is This All Make Believe???

I could sit down and write forever. Typing away at my keyboard, pen scribbling on loose napkins at a cafe, mental notes as I ride a jerking, bumpy subway. Everyone who read my words would understand. I could convince the world I knew what I was talking about. That I had all of the answers.

But the truth is that when it comes to love, nobody knows what they are talking about.

I am not really good with words. And there is really nothing left to say.

I'll go back to writing nice things when I am in love with the world again.

Because right now,

I don't want you in.

Remember...

But you gotta keep in mind that you need to

see the world in bold colours.
enjoy your fantasy, reject their reality.
take a risk for your own sake.
love with every fiber in your soul.
smile often.
laugh even more.
be content with what you have.
but strive for a higher level.
watch a sunset now and then.
buy a 4 year old some ice cream, they deserve it!
look at the stars.
hug someone everyday, you both need it.
enjoy every day.
tell someone thank you.

we all know the story called The King's Chessboard by David Birch. It is about a king that wanted to reward his wise man. The man didn't want anything, but the king insisted. So the wise man decided he wanted a grain of rice on the first square of the chessboard, and he wanted the amount doubled every day for each of the 64 squares. A grain of rice is tiny but collectively it adds up to a lot.

So finally remember to find meaning in the little things. They are more important than you think.