The fine mahogany entrance
Might lead you to believe
That the halls are adorned with gold
I wish that I could destroy
All the ivory steps
The rooms are doused in alcohol
There’s matches in the drawers
Will I light the fire?
The fine mahogany entrance
Might lead you to believe
That the halls are adorned with gold
I wish that I could destroy
All the ivory steps
The rooms are doused in alcohol
There’s matches in the drawers
Will I light the fire?
When fear of the resting place looms
I am comforted that my mind returns to love
I couldn’t write a beautiful last word
A poem for those that I love
If I tried
The verse would do no justice
To the experience of life and all that it is
How can love be portrayed with pretty letters
What unworthy things words are
To human emotion
Only if you read between the lines
Could you find the spirit that lies within me
And your memories, sweet memories
Are what would serve
As my voice and expression of heart
You know that I believe in love and kindness
The beating in my chest is deep for you
And though I am fractured
My soul is what you recognize behind
The changes I’ve gone through in my mind
Be happy, have joy and peace in life
Take care of each other
And know that if you pray
I will always be there listening to you
I will see all of you again
–Note– This isn’t a suicide note or anything. I’m just having a lot of delusions about dying in my sleep tonight after pushing myself too hard over the past couple days. I know that I will probably see tomorrow, but the irrational part of me says I need to leave a message for my loved ones in case I don’t wake up.
I’ve reached beyond my threshold
And brought myself to a place
That I have not visited in a long time
“I am Harbinger, I am Death”
Says the man dressed in black
“I am Lucifer, I am Beelzebub”
His voice is booming over the sea
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My ship is small
The wind threatens to overthrow me
I hide in the cabin
And pray for steady waters
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“I am Amon, I am Balaam”
The man dressed in black sits on my stern
“I am Shiva, I am behemoth”
“You will surely die this day”
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I do not know my fate
In flight alone a bird is not free
Nor in sweet mellow song does it find liberty
It’s love and it’s love that bring the bird peace
Its love and it’s love that makes the heart beat
If dancers were wild could we capture their soul
Tie ropes ’round ankles and put them on display
Would they still have the heart to move like the wind
Or would they simply lose spirit and fade away
Could we steal a kiss from two lovers at night
And store it in a bottle made of sapphire and gold
Would it still hold the passion of the lovers embrace
Or would it crumble and die when we took off the lid
Human expression is not something to handle
To fondle and ravage like a toy or a doll
We are what we are and that’s what makes us unique
So be present when love comes knocking on your door
The sounds I am hearing are not from this world
And the thoughts I am having are painfully grim
No graceful words can describe a delusion
No insight can be formed in poetic expression
Because it is the most simple and raw form of human emotion
That keeps me awake all through this night
The doctor said it may pass or it won’t
Only time and perseverance will tell
So I write poems pleading for the Lord’s gentle love
Embarrassing myself in front of strangers I’ll never meet
Oh Lord, I am waiting
For the sweep of your hand
How softly do you trot on the pads of your feet?
Do you muffle your panting with the last victims flesh?
I was mildly content and comfortable in my home
Until you snarled at me from the edge of the yard
Now I scour the documents that explain your being
And try to find rest when I am afraid