White Space

White Space

The white space buzzes in solitude

As birds fly through in V-shapes

All is calm and rests in peace

With white space in a vast

Universe of apathy and morose

Floating on the nothingness

Of the eternal confinement

Is the young boy who runs

Running, through the same white fields

Until he finds he way home


But there is no home

And there are no birds

For they are spontaneous conjectures

Of his young by whittled mind


White is all he sees and

White is all he knows

Until he himself succumbs to the world

And becomes one with the white space

Cloaked

Cloaked

Cloaked and hidden

Taken from the world

Seen but unseen

There and gone

All in a flash

Ignored and thrashed

Until life shattered


The cloak was not chosen

The cloak grew on

Until it seamed

The cliff was falling

But the cloak was on

And no one saw

And no one rescued


One day they found

The empty cloak

Deprived of life

Its owner hidden

And missing from life

Hidden from the world

And now hidden from light

Roses (Thaw)

One of three poems I wrote during Spanish this past Tuesday. Check them all out.

Roses (Thaw)

Roses are red, and violets are blue

Until the cold freeze kills them to gray

And the uncertainty that appears

Builds on, until spring thaw

Fireman's Glory

I wrote this Thursday in Goodman's and finished it Friday during lunch. Somewhat short too, which is odd. There are...so many interpretations. Yet, I think it's very timely. So many ways to look at it. So many subjects. What's yours? Comments?

Fireman’s Glory

Burning wood and fiery cries

Sound the alarm of midnight skies

The fireman comes and runs abound

To deceive and say that all is asound

Except for the one that decides to scream

And from he, tears fall in a stream

As the fireman decides on his strike

With a torch the shape of a pike

One by one, they fight and die

Leaving their lies with a final sigh

Until the sun came up asoon

And the seeds began to bloom

Unnecessary (Love)

I wrote this earlier today on the whim. It's quite interesting and also contains a pretty profound double-meaning throughout if you can catch it. Read it. Comment on it. Thank you.

Unnecessary (Love)

Some say it’s needed

To keep running in the world

To save our brothers

From lives of misery

Simple things like money

The greedy rich man’s

Sword of deviltry

Or petty entertainment

With its degeneration

And all-for-naught morals

Excess and greed

Are the rules to live by

While peace and health

Call just to the birds

Until a tragedy strikes

And when to turn back

Would worsen it all

Glitz and glamour matter

As their own greatest fib

As a blindfold

For the shameful truth

Hidden in fire

And blurred in lust

And are friends thus so

When all they spread

Are engorging lies

And sinful influences?

Necessities we call

All these backwards things

Which many on Earth

Do easily without

When only one thing

Holds ourselves from

Our utter destruction

When all we need

Is Love

Pressure

I came up with this mainly this morning:


Pressure

Every day it boils on

Like the soda in bottle

Getting ready to just pop

After each longer day

Wears away to insane

Robbing of his sense

The one little comfort

And his peace and joy

Everything is separated

And all are foreign

Changed and gone

Even as they stand

Right by his side

Maybe he’s here

Or maybe they’re not

Times have changed

But the truth is eternal

And maybe some won’t know

But what in the world

Is to say they’re wrong?

He sees the fork

And turns the way

That will only lead

To a life of success

Before the Pressure

Forever draws him in