A lovely poem I wrote in Spanish for extra credit! Enjoy!
"¿Hasta cuándo, Señor, me seguirás olvidando?
¿Hasta cuándo esconderás de mí tu rostro?"
Los días pasan sin el sonido de su voz.
Se dicen que estás en el silencio,
Pero en el silencio, no encuentro nada.
Ni un susurro, ni un ruido.
Así que la búsqueda en el soplo del viento,
En el temblor de la tierra,
En el remolino del fuego.
Pero el viento me azota,
Los temblores me llamo mis pies,
Y el fuego no tiene piedad.
“Dios mío, Dios mío, ¿por qué me has abandonado?”
Pero sé que estás conmigo.
Me envolverás en tus brazos
Para protegerme del viento.
Alcanzarás tu mano
Cuando me caigo de mis pies.
Extinguirás las llamas
Que quemar mi carne.
Y voy a esperar a escuchar tu voz.
Y en mi sufrimiento
Voy a desarrollar la perseverancia,
Voy a desarrollar los personajes,
Voy a desarrollar la esperanza.
Y el desafío del tiempo
Le mostrará eres el Señor.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Growing Up Never Was Easy
This is actually a song I wrote. And one of my favorites too! I'll let you listen to it sometime even though I only have crappy recordings.
You take me down to the river,
You make me swim on my own.
I’m thrashing with a mouth full of water.
You stand there and don’t do a thing.
Do you hear what I’m screaming?
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now I guess I’ll drown.
You buy me a brand new bicycle,
And take off the training wheels.
You put me on and give a good push
And watch as I careen down the hill.
Do you see all my bleeding?
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now I guess I’ll crash.
I don’t know what to do without you leading
But I know that with you, things will bring pain.
Well at least you have a plan, I know mine’s destroyed
Make me into a better man.
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now just take me home.
I just want to go home.
You take me down to the river,
You make me swim on my own.
I’m thrashing with a mouth full of water.
You stand there and don’t do a thing.
Do you hear what I’m screaming?
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now I guess I’ll drown.
You buy me a brand new bicycle,
And take off the training wheels.
You put me on and give a good push
And watch as I careen down the hill.
Do you see all my bleeding?
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now I guess I’ll crash.
I don’t know what to do without you leading
But I know that with you, things will bring pain.
Well at least you have a plan, I know mine’s destroyed
Make me into a better man.
You watch as I roll off the tracks,
I wonder if I’ll ever get back.
Wish I knew what you were thinking,
But for now just take me home.
I just want to go home.
Monday, July 20, 2009
My heart is not happy tonight...
More Greek mythology, and pretty open...enjoy!
My heart is not happy tonight
So it’s tears fall
And stain the ground.
I guess that’s called bleeding.
When your heart cries out
Screaming at the light-forsaken skies
To just send one
Little ray of hope…
If only the Pleiades would notice
If only one of the seven
Would cast their eyes,
Even simply out of pity,
Upon my abandoned brow
The bleeding might cease.
Or at least slow enough
For me to walk on.
But for now
My heart sings odes
To Aphrodite,
Begging for the curse to be lifted.
How did I enrage you so?
Or is this just a game
Simply for your amusement.
Just send me to Hades,
For at least in torment
I would have someone sharing my pain…
My heart is not happy tonight
So it’s tears fall
And stain the ground.
I guess that’s called bleeding.
When your heart cries out
Screaming at the light-forsaken skies
To just send one
Little ray of hope…
If only the Pleiades would notice
If only one of the seven
Would cast their eyes,
Even simply out of pity,
Upon my abandoned brow
The bleeding might cease.
Or at least slow enough
For me to walk on.
But for now
My heart sings odes
To Aphrodite,
Begging for the curse to be lifted.
How did I enrage you so?
Or is this just a game
Simply for your amusement.
Just send me to Hades,
For at least in torment
I would have someone sharing my pain…
Thursday, June 4, 2009
We walked hand and hand through the gloaming...
This is my greatest poetic accomplishment. Haha. Get your dictionary! ;)
We walked hand and hand through the gloaming,
Stopping under a tree, our eyes fixated on the syzygy
Of the twyndylyngs and the sun.
I peered down into those illustrious eyes
Until mine were closed in the sweet basiation,
The captivating, susurrus murmuring of her voluptuous lips.
I thought I had something.
But my friends’ floccinaucinihilipilification
Left me utterly distraught, for their words were veracious
They did not prevaricate; her love was a debacle.
So I sit in this tenebrous diner, nibbling
At the barely esculent food placed before me
Consumed in omphaloskepsis, for the exiguous world is mundane.
A crwth breaks the silence, its hypnogogic melody
Sending me into a fit of hypoprosexia.
So I absconded to bring vicissitude to this monotonous trance.
I stepped into the night, suddenly surrounded
By the stillitatious waters, and I feel the acrohypothermy
Begin to subjugate my body.
I vociferate a loquacious obloquy into the darkness
And begin to fustigate the xeric ground in front of me.
I raise my lachrymal eyes from the dirt to the sky
And resign to my destitute abode.
Had one infiltrated my solitude,
They would have found me in an illeism
And had they peered into my dreams they would have
Caught me in defenestration; that bandersnatch shall not awake.
They say I suffer from necromimesis,
But I know of my vitality and vulnerability…
No, there is something more…
So I take this palipsest and let my sprachgefuhl reign.
Some might dub it an amphigory, others proclaim it profound,
Say what you will…it may not be Jesus, but it sure will palliate the pain.
We walked hand and hand through the gloaming,
Stopping under a tree, our eyes fixated on the syzygy
Of the twyndylyngs and the sun.
I peered down into those illustrious eyes
Until mine were closed in the sweet basiation,
The captivating, susurrus murmuring of her voluptuous lips.
I thought I had something.
But my friends’ floccinaucinihilipilification
Left me utterly distraught, for their words were veracious
They did not prevaricate; her love was a debacle.
So I sit in this tenebrous diner, nibbling
At the barely esculent food placed before me
Consumed in omphaloskepsis, for the exiguous world is mundane.
A crwth breaks the silence, its hypnogogic melody
Sending me into a fit of hypoprosexia.
So I absconded to bring vicissitude to this monotonous trance.
I stepped into the night, suddenly surrounded
By the stillitatious waters, and I feel the acrohypothermy
Begin to subjugate my body.
I vociferate a loquacious obloquy into the darkness
And begin to fustigate the xeric ground in front of me.
I raise my lachrymal eyes from the dirt to the sky
And resign to my destitute abode.
Had one infiltrated my solitude,
They would have found me in an illeism
And had they peered into my dreams they would have
Caught me in defenestration; that bandersnatch shall not awake.
They say I suffer from necromimesis,
But I know of my vitality and vulnerability…
No, there is something more…
So I take this palipsest and let my sprachgefuhl reign.
Some might dub it an amphigory, others proclaim it profound,
Say what you will…it may not be Jesus, but it sure will palliate the pain.
Monday, April 27, 2009
My heart...
I liked the whole circus themed poem...enjoy!
My heart
Is an acrobat
Tonight.
An entire three-ring circus
Contained in one
Beating form.
Watch
As it begins to juggle
Five, now eight,
Now twelve.
The crowd is amazed.
The contortionist
Twists in ways
Unimaginable to most.
The onlookers cringe
In pain and disbelief.
Over there
Climbing into…
Is that a cannon?
With an explosion
The body flies through the air
Spinning , soaring
Falling. Landing.
Look up!
The trapeze begins to swing,
The artist flying and twirling.
A final release
Dazzling flips and spins,
But the grasp slips
The artist falls
The onlookers sit on edge,
Left breathless.
Except the only spectator
Is me.
And it isn’t so fun
When you can’t breathe.
My heart
Is an acrobat
Tonight.
An entire three-ring circus
Contained in one
Beating form.
Watch
As it begins to juggle
Five, now eight,
Now twelve.
The crowd is amazed.
The contortionist
Twists in ways
Unimaginable to most.
The onlookers cringe
In pain and disbelief.
Over there
Climbing into…
Is that a cannon?
With an explosion
The body flies through the air
Spinning , soaring
Falling. Landing.
Look up!
The trapeze begins to swing,
The artist flying and twirling.
A final release
Dazzling flips and spins,
But the grasp slips
The artist falls
The onlookers sit on edge,
Left breathless.
Except the only spectator
Is me.
And it isn’t so fun
When you can’t breathe.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A morning walk under the midnight sky...
I rather like this one...thats about all I have to say. Haha. I like, so...enjoy!
A morning walk under the midnight sky,
You and I walk hand in hand.
Or at least in my mind.
And as we sit
Staring at the sky
I grab your hand,
But cannot hold it.
Tonight fades into morning
As I watch the sunrise
Reflected in your eyes.
I wrap my arms around you
Saying it’s to share warmth,
But I think we both know the truth.
This morning walk has gone on for hours
And as we lay on the ground
Searching for the hidden stars,
Feeling the rain touch our skin,
I tell you how I feel
Without saying a word.
But that is all I can do.
You have captivated me,
Trapped me in a forbidden fantasy.
Though perhaps
It might still come true.
Perhaps.
A morning walk under the midnight sky,
You and I walk hand in hand.
Or at least in my mind.
And as we sit
Staring at the sky
I grab your hand,
But cannot hold it.
Tonight fades into morning
As I watch the sunrise
Reflected in your eyes.
I wrap my arms around you
Saying it’s to share warmth,
But I think we both know the truth.
This morning walk has gone on for hours
And as we lay on the ground
Searching for the hidden stars,
Feeling the rain touch our skin,
I tell you how I feel
Without saying a word.
But that is all I can do.
You have captivated me,
Trapped me in a forbidden fantasy.
Though perhaps
It might still come true.
Perhaps.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I look to the sky...
Here is another one I rather like. I just rather enjoy some of the lines...the part in italics is Psalm 38:10...enjoy!
I look to the sky
For I hear the horizon holds wonders.
The stars do shimmer brilliantly.
I wonder when the sun will rise,
They say its warmth is glorious.
For now though, my skin grows cold,
I search for something to keep me warm
As I wait for the revelation
Of what was meant for me.
In the stars
I see a bright smile, sparkling eyes,
And a loving embrace.
In the stars.
I wonder when the sun will rise.
Maybe I’ll walk through the mountains,
For here lies nothing
But memories and scars.
The mountains hold promise.
Maybe they are hiding
What I’ve been searching for.
I look, and find potential
Hidden within the rocks, among the trees.
Though warm for a moment,
The stones form bruises on my back,
The trees leave scratches in my skin.
There is nothing more here
Than what I left behind.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me;
Even the light has gone from my eyes.
I wonder when the sun will rise
As I wander in solitude,
Lost in the epic of the silencing of dreams.
I look to the sky
For I hear the horizon holds wonders.
The stars do shimmer brilliantly.
I wonder when the sun will rise,
They say its warmth is glorious.
For now though, my skin grows cold,
I search for something to keep me warm
As I wait for the revelation
Of what was meant for me.
In the stars
I see a bright smile, sparkling eyes,
And a loving embrace.
In the stars.
I wonder when the sun will rise.
Maybe I’ll walk through the mountains,
For here lies nothing
But memories and scars.
The mountains hold promise.
Maybe they are hiding
What I’ve been searching for.
I look, and find potential
Hidden within the rocks, among the trees.
Though warm for a moment,
The stones form bruises on my back,
The trees leave scratches in my skin.
There is nothing more here
Than what I left behind.
My heart pounds, my strength fails me;
Even the light has gone from my eyes.
I wonder when the sun will rise
As I wander in solitude,
Lost in the epic of the silencing of dreams.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I watch as the moon...
Another one I rather like. Its a very nice, dark reflection on my life. Just a point of clarification...I talk a lot about "another bed" and things such as that in my poems, but that's simply my poetic license, cause I'm a virgin...I take liberties. Haha. Like they say in the movie V for Vendetta, "artists use lies to tell the truth." Just wanted you to know that...enjoy!
I watch as the moon
Chases the sun from the sky,
As the clouds
Drive the warmth away.
Silently, the snow
Conquers the land.
Bleak, barren,
And cold.
This is a familiar place.
I stand watching it all,
But they take no notice of me.
I must find my place
In this cycle.
Though so meaningless,
It is the only meaning I can find,
So I hide in the warmth
Of another bed,
Another embrace
To call my own
Even if only for one night…
I search for a flower
In the snow covered field.
Maybe then
Someone would understand.
Wandering through the night
Feels so secure.
Alone again,
But it isn’t so bad
With the darkness
Wrapping around me.
I feel so at home now.
Sirens in the distance.
I am safe
In my solitude.
Maybe soon
My dream will come true.
The shadows of two buildings,
Cast by the feeble attempts
To push away the night,
Might hold my solace.
Just one step to the side
And frightened cries fill the air.
There it is…
I have my own flower
In the stone covered field.
Maybe now
Someone will understand.
I watch as the moon
Chases the sun from the sky,
As the clouds
Drive the warmth away.
Silently, the snow
Conquers the land.
Bleak, barren,
And cold.
This is a familiar place.
I stand watching it all,
But they take no notice of me.
I must find my place
In this cycle.
Though so meaningless,
It is the only meaning I can find,
So I hide in the warmth
Of another bed,
Another embrace
To call my own
Even if only for one night…
I search for a flower
In the snow covered field.
Maybe then
Someone would understand.
Wandering through the night
Feels so secure.
Alone again,
But it isn’t so bad
With the darkness
Wrapping around me.
I feel so at home now.
Sirens in the distance.
I am safe
In my solitude.
Maybe soon
My dream will come true.
The shadows of two buildings,
Cast by the feeble attempts
To push away the night,
Might hold my solace.
Just one step to the side
And frightened cries fill the air.
There it is…
I have my own flower
In the stone covered field.
Maybe now
Someone will understand.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Where are you...
I think this was purely a need to write and get out my emotions...so yeah, enjoy!
Where are you
When tears fall in the dark.
Where have you gone
As I lie alone
Staring at the stars,
Not so luminous now.
Maybe tonight
You will come back to me…
I can still feel
The brush of your skin
Against mine,
The passion of your love
Flowing through the air.
I can taste it,
As a warmth spreads
From my stomach
Much like this call
To you tonight…
I love you.
Do you love me tonight?
You brought me here
With your well picked words
And your revealing smiles.
Maybe a laugh betrayed
You absence tonight.
Well an empty bottle
And frightened eyes
Illustrate my accidental
Suicide
Where are you
When tears fall in the dark.
Where have you gone
As I lie alone
Staring at the stars,
Not so luminous now.
Maybe tonight
You will come back to me…
I can still feel
The brush of your skin
Against mine,
The passion of your love
Flowing through the air.
I can taste it,
As a warmth spreads
From my stomach
Much like this call
To you tonight…
I love you.
Do you love me tonight?
You brought me here
With your well picked words
And your revealing smiles.
Maybe a laugh betrayed
You absence tonight.
Well an empty bottle
And frightened eyes
Illustrate my accidental
Suicide
Masquerade
I bet you can guess what was going on when I wrote this one. But there are obviously multiple meanings behind it...enjoy!
I watch
As shades of white
Fall silently
Swirling,
Swirling,
To the beat
Of an unheard orchestra.
Nothing now
But the pulsing rhythm
Of their falling bodies.
One by one
They are dropped
And one by one
They fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
Until they land
Piling mass
Upon mass,
Until holes
Are filled to overflowing.
But still they fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
To take rest
Until all they are
Disappears
Into the ground.
I watch
As shades of white
Fall silently
Swirling,
Swirling,
To the beat
Of an unheard orchestra.
Nothing now
But the pulsing rhythm
Of their falling bodies.
One by one
They are dropped
And one by one
They fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
Until they land
Piling mass
Upon mass,
Until holes
Are filled to overflowing.
But still they fall
Swirling,
Swirling,
To take rest
Until all they are
Disappears
Into the ground.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
I look across the ocean in the middle of the night...
One of my dabbles with rhyme...I dont' do it often, but sometimes I think its fun. I think I just wrote this one because I wanted to write something...enjoy!
I look across the ocean in the middle of the night
Hoping this time I will capture just one glimpse, just one sight
Of Aglaia’s shining hair simply blowing in the wind,
Or Euphrosyne’s smile beyond what I can comprehend.
Maybe Thalia will come and grace me with her beauty,
Then the Graces will sing and dance and then return with me
To the mountain towering above the clouds that brought rain
The day you disappeared and filled this world of mine with pain.
Though these goddesses are splendorous, their beauty divine,
What I see when you look in my eyes easily outshines
These three, plus Aphrodite in all their glory and fame.
My heart fails me with no more than the mention of your name.
I look across the ocean in the middle of the night
Hoping this time I will capture just one glimpse, just one sight
Of Aglaia’s shining hair simply blowing in the wind,
Or Euphrosyne’s smile beyond what I can comprehend.
Maybe Thalia will come and grace me with her beauty,
Then the Graces will sing and dance and then return with me
To the mountain towering above the clouds that brought rain
The day you disappeared and filled this world of mine with pain.
Though these goddesses are splendorous, their beauty divine,
What I see when you look in my eyes easily outshines
These three, plus Aphrodite in all their glory and fame.
My heart fails me with no more than the mention of your name.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sitting silent...
I don't know any background for this one...but yeah! Enjoy!
Sitting silent
Your touch on my lips
Your taste draws me in
Lost in your elegance
Swimming in this voracity
I cannot leave
This must not stop
Twirl in my grasp
Dance through the air
Move toward my lips
Inveigle my mouth
Close my eyes
Lose myself in this embrace
I am yours
As you are mine
Take a deep breath
Now hold it
Hoping this sensation
Can last forever
Let it cycle again
And again
As I hold you
Oh Daphne
You flee so soon
Sitting silent
Your touch on my lips
Your taste draws me in
Lost in your elegance
Swimming in this voracity
I cannot leave
This must not stop
Twirl in my grasp
Dance through the air
Move toward my lips
Inveigle my mouth
Close my eyes
Lose myself in this embrace
I am yours
As you are mine
Take a deep breath
Now hold it
Hoping this sensation
Can last forever
Let it cycle again
And again
As I hold you
Oh Daphne
You flee so soon
Friday, January 23, 2009
I see the trees...
I don't recall why I wrote this one...but apparently I was feeling a bit dark...enjoy!
I see the trees
Chanting and dancing
In the wind,
While helpless flowers
Are stripped naked, and tossed
By the same spell.
I stand still.
My ears catch the cries
Of the cliffs
As the ocean beats them,
Dragging boulders
And corpses of trees
Into it’s undulating cadence.
But still I stand here.
The birds circle
A small expanse of the sky
And land to eat my rotting flesh.
The dogs tear muscle from bone
And feed it to their young.
I watch,
Simply standing,
As I realize I belong here
Only to fade away.
I see the trees
Chanting and dancing
In the wind,
While helpless flowers
Are stripped naked, and tossed
By the same spell.
I stand still.
My ears catch the cries
Of the cliffs
As the ocean beats them,
Dragging boulders
And corpses of trees
Into it’s undulating cadence.
But still I stand here.
The birds circle
A small expanse of the sky
And land to eat my rotting flesh.
The dogs tear muscle from bone
And feed it to their young.
I watch,
Simply standing,
As I realize I belong here
Only to fade away.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
What are a few more words...
This one, I think, depicts extremely well my growth and development. I most definitely realized my shortcomings before I wrote this...I really like it. You will be able to see what I once was...
What are a few more words,
A few more painted phrases,
Another empty shell
Saying nothing
About your something.
Was it your eyes that lit the world,
Or your smile?
I can’t even remember now.
I can say the things
You want to hear,
But what does it all really mean
If I write just to flatter
And speak just to make you swoon.
These heartfelt words
Sprout from deep
Within my fingertips
And no less deep than that.
You have consumed my lusts,
As my heart lies dead
And longing.
I love you
To the fullest depths
Of my eyes,
And in a way words
Cannot express…
I’ll just let my lips do the talking.
So why try to steal your heart
When what I want
Is much easier to reach.
What are a few more words,
A few more painted phrases,
Another empty shell
Saying nothing
About your something.
Was it your eyes that lit the world,
Or your smile?
I can’t even remember now.
I can say the things
You want to hear,
But what does it all really mean
If I write just to flatter
And speak just to make you swoon.
These heartfelt words
Sprout from deep
Within my fingertips
And no less deep than that.
You have consumed my lusts,
As my heart lies dead
And longing.
I love you
To the fullest depths
Of my eyes,
And in a way words
Cannot express…
I’ll just let my lips do the talking.
So why try to steal your heart
When what I want
Is much easier to reach.
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