A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

13 August 2014

The life you save may be your own


Take every action with heed

A butterfly’s wave of sorrow

Who knows what weight others bear


A simple work can lift one up

Or crush them to the ground

Beneath a leaden boot

 

A minuscule jester of love

May change someone’s world

For love is kindness’s work boots

 

Never overlook a foe

Nor burn a broken bridge

Underneath may shine anew

Fiction of the Past

Our truths
space travel, computers
heath and happiness

Dare I Disturb The Universe

For the first time in forever

The universe rests in my palms

Destroyed with a swift tip

 

Supreme power courses through my veins

Rendering others powerless

Helpless victims to my will

 

No great pain would I receive

No lasting problems would occur

Yet I will refrain

Even the White Dove Has More Personality


So many pine for loves embrace

Changing their soul in desperation

Carving themselves to fit the mold

 

Their only passion, society’s

Saying, thinking, only what they ought

Uniquely black and white

 

No

 

You must live to love life

For who can cherish a blank wall

It is life who throws the paint

Her Fate Dangles Before Our Eyes


Her Dangles Fate Before Our Eyes

 

Behind Opaque glass

The future sits

O how I hunger for it

 

Its outline blurred by doubt

Chained back by the present

My fingers barely skim the surface

 

Weak with want

Craving the taste upon my lips

An obsessive passion

 

Everyone desires the caress of this cruel mistress

Cheating life for her embrace

Only to have her slip through outstretched fingers

 

 

To Grow Into Something More

How is a fire to burn

Without fuel

A spark doomed to die

 

Never be the smartest man in the room

For you stand in the wrong place

A spark doomed to die

 

Trapped in an empty tomb

A blank canvas without paint

A spark doomed to die

 

Eventually a brilliant mind wilts

If kept from stirring force

Or Drown In The Process


 

Blow after blow after blow

Draining away my smile

With each hit

The basin runs dry

 

Roll with the punches

Or they will knock you down

As you writhe upon the ground

It will come back with swift kicks

 

Only when you cry out

Do others take notice

Sneering at your weakness

Scared to admit that they harbor their own

 

Life continues to move on

Rushing by increasingly fast

So you must stand again