Poetry Monday: Overcoming the Burden

when death is upon you
you feel the surprise
your hands cold and clammy
you hope it’s not your time
your elegance is fading
mystery is in your eyes

what will you do now
a sensation you can’t describe
the feeling of letting go
these feelings you try to hide
you can’t throw them away
you can’t lock them inside

with the struggle within
your hope is not alive
what can be done
you’re hurting other’s lives
the madness must end
you decide in your cries

nothing can break you
nothing makes you change
the horrors you’ve fought through
the horrors of your rage
nothing will make you
nothing can break change

you decide in your cries
the madness must end
you’re hurting other’s lives
what can be done
your hope is not alive
with the struggle within

you can’t lock them inside
you can’t throw them away
these feelings you try to hide
the feeling of letting go
a sensation you can’t describe
what will you do now

mystery is in your eyes
your elegance is fading
you hope it’s not your time
your hands cold and clammy
you feel the surprise
when Death is upon you

Poetry Monday: Dreams in Love

Low and behold, the lovely one has come
How she teaches the torches to burn bright
Is this real or am I sick with rum
Hypnotized by such a beauty tonight
Here, within the sands of time, I must seek
A partner whom I will love forever
Her eyes so enchanting, I’ve become weak
Will I give her up for the world? Never
She is mine to behold, no one else’s
The powers of saints mesmerize her face
Before her, my life was full of messes
But now I’ve been blessed with her divine grace

This is just my dream; this is just my wish
Why do I have such feelings for a fish

The Tales of Enderas: The End

now the world is right again
Enderas is safe within
Pixies are at bliss once more
with the old mischief of yore
the Unicorns have no cares
they breathe the fresh mountain air
the Dolphins are now banished
for being so treacherous
the Winged Horse fin’ly made peace
with His shame that He released
now with Enderas so grand
and order within this land
my long tale comes to an end
or does it merely begin?

From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.