Salvation Light

NO, my life, can't be,
it's not my fault, yes, no
interspersed, the two extremes scream
so loud, so shriek
so sharp, so piercing
The faults lie
full of cunning ruin
I thought I could, thought I could conquer
but was defeated, humiliated
thrown headlong into mud.
At least it hides me,
hides my body, with scars etched along its sides

I grip that whip once more
Raise it up, to lash
down; my hell

Then,

Something came in
Yet it did not add weight,
it pushed out a little of the old
the old me
and made me light

What could it be,
a little hydrogen?
No not the destruction of ol' hindenburg
Mine is clean, its ablaze
but with soft light upon the lampstand

No, not helium
as I go to the streets,
the highways and the byways
I do not squeak or screech
I speak boldly
before the men of the world

It makes me light
with a little heaven
inside me
Its not an element
He's Jesus

A Little Tune

I hear a little tune in my ear
not the rock of today, nor the metal of tomorrow
something older, something newer
through the waters of time
When the glorious sheen birlliance is no more
When music loses its sheen and is deeper,
abandoned.


Yet it developed its own tune
a little more rustic, rusty perhaps
washed down, and blown
it blows in my ear, so quiet so solemn
not unlike a bird whistle
yet a little deeper, deeper
into my heart
it speaks of freedom.
Not the cunning words of a conniving bastard
but it comes from the horn of a bugle
mellow, touching my heart

Behold, shed your old clothes of despair
Curtains are no longer in fashion sir
Throw off your mask
The ball is long, past its prime
Behold the day, when old becomes new
and new turns old.

The Holy - Day

The end of the Holy - Day draws near
The saints gather for on last cheer
Raoring with gaiety, laughter
celebrating the bountiful harvest

I too clamber out of my grave
brushing away the cobwebs of illusion
struggling to see in the blinding light
6 feet under, 28 days is a long time away from the sun

Then I remembered

Why had i chosen
to lark in the playground
on the borders of the cemetery
Did I think that I could resist the crypt lord
and its minions?

Now I'm triumphant
the cobwebs oh so beautiful, intricate
have lost their charm
clinging persistently
but eventually shrugged off.
Risen from the dead
I hear the call of the saints
the whistle and cheers of angels
on this Holy - Day

Yet, Stupid to think the day is won
When the Holy - Day is nearly gone

Cyanide

A sleep of no dreams
a sleep of no return
That caress of death
that fleeting kiss
of lovers
that short moment of reunion
that lasts forever
Give me
That pill of cyanide

Alone

No one seems to share this misery
the burden of a single soul
down that path of gold
that crowded lane
so alone
down that narrow lane
I see beggars, my kindred
so alike yet different
Begging for that pot of joy
not that bag of misery

Hands raised in submission
in self pity, in humiliation

Yet I am marked
with a differnt stroke
branded with depression
not with iron
imprisoned by mind
not by bars
eternal remembrance by these scars

No one seems to share this misery
and I carry it myself

Rose

It shone, the black rose
within that hole
atop that box of lead
that housed the rain
lashing down upon the earth
and nothing more
The undying torment
filled that hole
mocking headstone, earth
man

Lifeless corpse consumed in that torrent
rose silently to heaven

I Used To Be

I used to be
a young naive child
beaming cherub model student
chubby innocent destiny

now, loner
displeased, between two extremes
within a clique so insignificant
everything is fading this year

tainted, white overladen
with black
the stripes down my road of life
black, white, black, white again
and again

I used to be...
I've lost that dream
that made it so real
I draw a flower so black
no matter how much i colour red
I know what is wrong
It's me

The Reformation Act

Man time sure flies when you got tons of homework to do. So here i am sitting here, on the last day, but of course editting the time and date to make it look like this blog was regularly updated in the holidays. Anyway, just a closing reflection... the holidays have really been holidays for me as i have not really done any homework to speak of. One thing that i have taken away from this holiday besides fun, is that i have had plenty of time for reflection. This was kind of good as i reflected why i screwed up term 2 and am determined to make term 3 different, of course in a better way! This reflection has of course culminated itself in the numerous poems that i have written. These actually reflect the ideas going through my mind when im in my various moods. I confess that i utterly suck at being a poet or writer, but nevertheless who cares... enjoy!