2.28.2009

Life is full of mystery.
Facing it I look the future in the eyes.
It seems so much bigger than I.
Imposing stature, and foreboding authority
Perceiving my lack of control,
He takes advantage of my every weakness.
My body is racked with worry,
Constantly distraught with anxieties,
Almost to the point of insanity.

Trying to get a grip on my life,
Trying and failing so many times.
When I think I have it going again,
I hear another trap door swing close.
Locked in from behind,
Doors barred shut in front of me.
Blindly being pushed along,
As down a cattle chute.

The way this makes me feel is hard to tell,
But perhaps you understand,
Finding this bitter description of life all to real.

Some speak of a loving God and a guiding hand,
It's so hard to believe when fate seems so cruel.
I do admit, I have no control,
Logically, some other force must be in command.

2.25.2009

Where are all the oddities of life?
I am seeking for something more than the norm.
Where can I find what I am looking for?

Somebody gathered up the abnormalities,
And shoved them under the bathroom rug.
Why hide from me what I so dearly love?

2.23.2009

Victory can be hard to come by.

In all the stories of old,
I hear of tales of men fighting,
And giving everything they had,
Striving for some great victory.

Here in this modern day and world,
Should I go ahead and battle to the finish,
Like heroes worthy of storybook fame?

Is this sorry and forgotten realm,
Capable of holding such valor?
Will it do me any good to try and win,
The hand of some fair maiden by means of honesty and truth?

The victories I want to win,
They must be hard to come by,
For I see so few with what I want to obtain.
Where do I go to find what I am seeking?

Those hunters of dragons from long, long ago,
Slayers of evil, upholders of good.
I wonder if still can be found the virtues,
Which they somehow seemed to obtained.

A knight's recognition isn't my motive or intent.
Such daring courage and bold adventure,
Similar trophies would also be fitting for a lad as myself.

2.22.2009

Whispers From The Secret Place

My most beautiful possession, my most wonderful joy,
Has been taken away from me.
In this now dark, empty world, my love for her remains,
A deep passion without a place to rest.
What was once a wonderful longing for my arms to be filled with her love,
Is now terrifying pain and a promise of never again.
My heart searches for peace but I don't want it to come.
Engulfed in misery, I have no desire to break free.
Content to stay bound by grief, for my love will never return to me.

2.21.2009

Life in a Circle

Life goes around in a circle,
A circle of answers and their questions.
Some answers are missing questions,
And some questions are missing answers.
Though rare to find, sometimes both will be found,
Each in their own strange world.