Highway of Gleaming Tears to Serenity (poem)

Lonely highway, why do you take me
days away from that town so fair behind? The cooled bed,
the sleepless nights, the countless letters thrown across the room
and into the trash, the cruelty of secrets,
the cruelty of desissions, the heart ach,
the tears?
These descriptions seem to leave a mark
or a trail
that will lead them down a sad story on the highway,
the rolling hills with there streams of tears between Idaho Springsand Golden where the land falls off from like a voice
after it's final words. Where I find myself
contemplating question I had never had before of,
life and love
the why of sitting behind the wheel on Interstate
70
a few miles away from the hog back,
at the top of a not so distant world
where the beginning of my thoughts begin
and the glow of happy people below at night?

2.
Why are we led to love?
That for once, when it is all said and done, we can
be free?
So the 40 Land Cruiser pulled up the highway,
the husky named Demon, the half demolished airplane
that was to carry my dreams,
the battered I-pod, the DVD rack and DVDs,
the CPU and monitor,
the journal of broken thoughts, a katana, an assortment
of honorable awards and metals, everything mine
untainted by the passing of time. Everything else deserted.
But on this highway from one life
to another, what was lost whispers across the distance?
A word to end it, her secret is out
the thing that she didn't want me to know, another
relationship, she was left alone
as I was left alone the night long agojust before I watched the future
slip away like a dream.
So the questions where answered,
my serenity found?
3.Now the sunlights the windshield with yellow and orange, heavy raysof light drawing a new highway in the dew-cover.I roll down the window as if it was another world taking in the new air with a rain after-scent, and the distant smell of concrete and fast food.But mostly sweet grass and rainas if the world could once again be clean.Somewhere behind me,miles behind me on a dusty old highway that burns across the west, light is fallingon a gleaming story of tears to serenity.Yet, why am I still thinking about this? And why would it matter to meso long after the world has fallen to peacesto pain that it was her fault I'm gone and had made clear she didn't want him?Now I know that we all are blindedso we can see? Life is a journey to find ourselves,
love is only to help? Why ask me the secret of life
for I would only rune the journey for you? I know
the journey and the questions are all for you to figure out.



Revision

1.
Lonely highway, why do you take me
days away from that town so fair behind? The cooled bed,
the sleepless nights, the countless letters thrown across the room
and into the trash, the cruelty of secrets,
the cruelty of desissions, the heart ach,
the tears?
These descriptions seem to leave a mark
or a trail
that will lead them down a sad story on the highway,
the rolling hills with there streams of tears between Idaho Springs
and Golden where the land falls off like a voice
after it's final words. Where I find myself
contemplating question I had never had before of,
life and love
the why of sitting behind the wheel as a sign flys by
saying leaving California and another telling me I'm on
Interstate 70
a few miles away from the hog back,
at the top of a not so distant world
where the beginning of my thoughts begin
and the glow of happy people below at night?

2.
Why are we led to love?
That for once, when it is all said and done, we can
be free?
I drove that 40 Land Cruiser up the highway with
the husky named Demon, the half demolished airplane
that was to carry my dreams,
the battered I-pod, the DVD rack and DVDs,
the CPU and monitor,
the journal of broken thoughts, a katana, an assortment
of honorable awards and metals, everything mine
untainted by the passing of time. Everything else deserted
or lost along the way. These objects
summed up my life, each tellig there own story.
But on this highway from one life
to another, what was lost whispers across the distance?
A word to end it, her secret is out
the thing that she didn't want me to know, another
relationship, she was left alone
as I was left alone the night long ago
just before I watched the future
slip away like a dream.
So the questions where answered,
my serenity found?
3.
Now the sun
lights the windshield with yellow and orange, heavy rays
of light drawing a new highway in the dew-cover.
I roll down the window as if it was another world taking in the new air with a rain after-scent, and the distant smell
of concrete and fast food.
But mostly sweet grass and rain
as if the world could once again be clean.
Somewhere behind me,
miles behind me on a dusty old highway that burns across
the west, light is falling
on a gleaming story of tears to serenity.
Yet, why am I still thinking about this? And why would it matter to me
so long after the world has fallen to peaces
to pain that it was her fault I'm gone and had made clear she didn't want him?
Now I know that we all are blinded
so we can see? Life is a journey to find ourselves,
love is only to help? Why ask me the secret of life
for I would only rune the journey for you? I know the journey and the questions are all for you to figure out.


Promise Me This (poem)

People come and go, time flies by:
People have the ability
To shape their destiny
To be good and evil,
Light or dark.
With this, karma is created
Actions you do,
Will come back to you.
People are swayed by:
The influence of words,
The power of love,
So as you give
So as you will receive.
I believe in the
Unexpected intelligence
Of other beings on earth.
There are other realms,
That can't be found awake.
Only dreams can take you to.
I believe in the unexplainable.
But not in heaven or hell,
It is right here on earth.
I don't believe in peace
Its human nature to disagree
Sometimes ending in violence.

Life always has
It is little conventions
Don't do this,
Don't do that
Even if you don't like me
Promise me this
To always be yourself
For when you pretend
To be something that you are not
You are only hurting yourself
And so I say to you
Be truthful to yourself and others
Love as if there is no tomorrow
Regard people the way that you
Would want done unto you
Never stop living,
Living your life
The way you want it.

But if all else fails
All are found false
I will never get
To the bottom of my to do list
I will never pretend to tell
My imagination to the world
With that I will try
To come up with imaginative ways
To carry my imagination
To the ears of the listeners.

Dead Roses (poem)

The fresh roses in the trash, 1.
Next to the front door.
Given as an effort to obtain a love 2.
That could not happen.
The red fading without notice. 3.
The heated air around killing its life.
A death invading through the nose
Killing the taste buds
To the point where everything
Tasted like crumbling ash through your fingers. 4.
Cupid must have hit me with one of his arrows 5.
At the Drake camp ground that night.
That night I flew to the moon 13.
And pulled it closer just for you.
The bright red rose petals had fallen to the ground 12.
Pooling into a blood splatter of emotions.
That person sitting broken hearted 14.
Under that lone street light
Had once been her Guardian Angel.
For once I listen to the mind, 15.
It was killing me
I now see that harm, pain
What I caused myself with this attachment.
Life is fucked, and it only falls after that. 16.
Maybe it wasn't the first time I was hit with cupid's arrow6.
At the campground but in high school I took one for you.
Homo-talkie e wishita lani asi enasheeta 18.
If only I could run fast enough around the world 9.
That I could turn back time,
Then everything would be better like it was before.
Because god dam it, it should be. 8.
The roses there on the counter 7.
An invitation that couldn't be refused.
The flame colored roses of love 11.
You can go and sit in the car, do you like that 10.
But for now in order to go on I must run away 17.
That trash now welcoming me 19.
As it once welcomed that rejected,
Discarded mail from the outside world
Not to long ago.
Dying flowers in the trash 20.
From a relationship that is no more.
Dead


Sleep nPeace My Angel (poem)

I open the door as if,
it makes a sound then the world would wake?
Her little body there on that couch,
Placed there by gods hand
waiting for me,
but had already past.
Sleep my angel
sleep
and dreamof fair off places and heavenly faces, letyour tears fall,your smiles fly.
All I need to know is that
your still here with me?
A cooled body,
the warmth seeping out,
a motionless body
moved only by the escape of its last breaths.
As the life flashes through the blank eyes
of a child that will play no more.
No dreaming, laughing, smiles or tears.
Only the silence dealt by the cold metal of deaths blade?
The car slashed at the once playful child,
battering the child into a rag doll.
Thrown to the street, never again to dream,
someone's angel who will no longer fly?
A breath that melts away with it's last words?
The only thing I need is a?
She whispers "hi, daddy" cradled in my arms,
and so I know by,
the warmth of your body, the soft gental breathe of content sleep,
that you are with me.
So sleep my child,
dream not of the dangerous world outside.
I am here now,
so sleep my angel.


Smell of Fear (poem)

A stale sent of sweat
Lingers it the air
A name half whispered
In the halls
Fearing that if
They speak it at any time
Their voice would betray them
The halls split like
The parting of the Red Sea
They ignore me
Like last weeks chores
Yet this neglect doesn't bother me
My silence scares people
They don't like it
It's not natural
I am often asked
If I have loved any one
If I can talk or
Any number of dumb questions.
This action
Why are they done?
Are they afraid of me?
If it is fear that I smelled
That causes this neglect
Then please continue.
For I am allowed to be
Myself and that is the greatest thing.


Rusty Old Tracks (poem)

These tracks of cold gray metal,
showered with rust stains
topped with a polished shinny coat.
Held up on supports
of dried cracked wood,
sprayed with dirt.
All that lives
of these lonesome twins
running parallel across the land.
These tracks however
have carried countless stories. How many great loves,
or tragedies
once took place along
these rusty old tracks?
How many times
have these tracks given hope,
salvation, help,
and much needed supplies?These train tracks
now sit abandoned
and forgotten,
but to others,
So much more…

Yahh I'm finally posting sorry. I will be posting story ideas, writting, poems ect. Enjoy.

Waters Of Time (poem)

I pause looking into the waters,
upstream-
Seeing the past-
Joy
Pain
Love
Hate
Endless years passing by
To now-
The confussion
Uncertainty
Hopeless Dispare
Looking down stream
Into the future-
It holds possibilities
The loss of creativity
Of life itself-
How soon?
Will I have time
To do all I want to do?
Need to do?
Enjoy doing?
I move on knowing if I
Pause any longer The answer is surely NO.


Lost (poem)

I've lost the one thing I didn't want to loose
I only have one wish
I only hope for one gift
It can't be wrapped with paper and happy ribbon.
The echo of my foot step
Echo a million thoughts unsaid
Through the lonely halls of my mind
The words that should have been said
Will not leave my shadow
Will I ever reach this eternal silence
Will I ever leave this shadow behind
Or will she have to know
Before it eats me from the inside out.
I don't want to be lost any longer


Silent Confession (poem)

It is here in this cold room that I tell you my confession.
My little secret that makes me so jaded, for I have only whispered it in the dark..
It goes on and on in my head, evading me every attempt to eliminate it.
This simple notion or emotion, so tantalizing.
When I met you, my life was enriched and along that beautiful path I learned.
My hidden soul was released and at last set free
Because you showed me how beautiful life can be.
You opened my eyes and made me see how precious your friendship was to me.
The emotions I have felt throughout the years
Was because I was afraid to show my tears.
I was touched by a feeling I thought I had lost
Due to the past trauma, that had caused my holocaust.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I have to love myself, I know, because if I don't, love will always elude my step.
And yet this little confession still runs through my head,
Of a lost love, that won't leave my head.
If only she knew, would it be something else.
If I had not smiled through gritted teeth
And had just told her the truth.Would she still be happy?


Seasons Change (poem)

Today, another day which out of pain
Could be neither bad nor precious to wait
Time and weather transform this land
And seasons have all been too short to date.
When the days are bright, we go out to play
Passing the time like a kite in the wind
At which time night falls, then let me sleep
For by chance dark has turned to light
Showing summers warmth is all too comforting
From winter's bitter cold clasp on the land
By summer's water we play and chill out
Tell winter transforms the realm to ski land
So long as days come, with every breath we'll play
So long as we can live and walk, we'll play


Your Friend? (poem)

I want to be your friend
But I don't know how to bend
Don't you know I have a hand to lend
Why won't you be my friend?
Why do you stare at the clouds,
That drift alone in the sky?
Never seeing the crowds
That pass quickly by?
I want to be your friend
But I don't know how to bend
Don't you know I have a hand to lend
Why won't you be my friend?
Don't you know that I'm lonesome,
That I sit and watch the clouds?
So please take my hand and come,
Away from the noisy crowds.
I want to be your friend
But I don't know how to bend
Don't you know I have a hand to lend
Why won't you be my friend?
Run with me through the meadows,
Then through the forests of trees.
Watch deer come from shadows
In the soft cool evening breeze.
I want to be your friend
But I don't know how to bend
Don't you know I have a hand to lend
Why won't you be my friend?
With the sky mellowing red,
The stars will awake from sleep
As we lay our self in bed
From the meadows deer will creep.
Please, don't turn and take a stand,
I only want to be your friend.
Out of all the grains of sand,
Will you take the hand I lend?


I Love You (poem)

In these three words
I tell you my world
I will not take you
Or our time with each other
For granted
By doing so I would degrade
Both of us, for understanding
Comes through time caring
And sharing.
Not only our time, but also our
Hopes, Dreams, Goals, Pleasures,
Good times and bad.
If I am not willing to listen to
You, there can be no understanding
Which kills all love.
I will try to please you,
Without over compromising myself.
To not try and please you would be
To say- I do not love you.
I can not give you any of myself.
To compromise myself too much
Would be to lose my own identity
In yours- this cannot be or I
Would lose my capacity to understand
Myself, and the delicate balance
I reside in.
I love you
In this I say I love myself
For to allow myself to love you,
Accept, understand and care for you
I must first; accept, understand
And care for myself, without
This I cannot understand you
How can I expect to understand
Somebody else when I don't
Understand myself? How can I care
For you when I don't care about
Myself?
I will be patient, for how
Can I understand, if I give you
Little or no time to explain
It takes years to grow a tree,
Days to grow a flower,
And I don't know how long, to grow
A meaningful relationship.

Your Mask (poem)

I always see you caring for others
Trying not to hurt those around you.
usually keeping your feelings hid
covered over deep inside
your feelings you usually hide,
covered over deep inside
always thinking of those you know
letting your thoughts of them show
then when you get to know someone,
you end up knowing everyone
and when someone gets down and out,
you seldom lose your cool and shout.
If you wonder why you're a friend,
its because your hand that you like to lend.


Opening Up (poem)

The tide of emotion rushes me
Fear, Content, Hurt, Love
I unfold myself slowly to you.
Hoping, prying I won't get hurt, rejected
Slowly, like great walls of stone
My defenses come down
All the things I do so confidently
Keep you at a safe distance from Me
Not just me, the person everybody
Thinks I am but Me the sensitive,
Caring person, a person who wants to
Please you, yet have my own ground, my own personality
But most people think that's impossible


Why, Why, Why? (poem)

I've seen this life,
This life that you say is mine.
I've seen what you think
Of other peoples lives.
So tell me
Do you not care?
Can you not see?
Can you not hear?
Do you not feel the pain?
The sorrow, the lies?
What about the anger?
It's hard to always see the bright side of life
When everything is becoming so dark.
Yet you don't seem to change anything.
It's the same old tricks, only a different time.
I've seen acts that should not have taken place,
For what, why?
Is it for your entertainment?
To teach a lesson?
Or could it be punishment?
For these are the questions that I ask of you,
At this hour I need to know?
Before another day late.
For today is the start
For your new life, a new beginning.