Luke8421 Poetry (18)

outside the children play
ignorant of deeds today
the laughter of their game
puts the sweetest sound to shame

the young wife cleans about the house
whislt the cat plays with the mouse
he gambols on a beam of sun
mouse escapes, game is done

but in the closet, fate shall wait
a crying boy full of hate
and fear and tears that scream for aid
no one hears, fate has been weighed

and the youth is to heavy on the scale
for fate is using the very frail
balance to judge his time, is up
water spilling from fates cup

a livid grin and a short drop
a jerking twist, a sudden stop
and in the kitchen the young wife sweeps
and the next room over, death creeps

a child comes in for a drink
and stops a moment just to think
about his brother up the hall
not knowing about the fatal fall

he opens the door and is greeted by
a livid smile and a blank eye
and to his knees the child drops
and outside the childerns laughter...stops

Just stop for once
dont want to hear about
the night you had
the argument with dad
dont care

just stop for once
all i want is a breather
from all your bull
that your feeding me, im full
shut up

JUST STOP
im crying here
cant you see?
that im dying here
just let me go

shes gone now
and i miss her
wish that i could kiss her

...maybe

thinking back....

i shouldnt have had such a heart of ice
a little bullshit from here right now
....would sound kind of nice

....dont stop

muster your efforts and clear your head
focus on the task with growing dread
reherse the lines over and over in your mind
write out the words on a paper thats lined
crumple it up and throw it over your shoulder
frustrated that the sentiments wont come out bolder
trying not to be straight forward but not too coy
looking to inspire great emotions of joy
so snap your lead pencil in two, and burn the paper away
dont look to embelish your words, just mean what you say
look them in the eye and speak to them of,
your failing attempt to write a poem of love

Broken ice ushers water around
Muffling the world, can’t hear a sound
A scream looks like bubbles from pre-school
The lake was to thin, I was a fool.

It freezes over my only way out
No matter how I pound and shout
It just won’t break, I’m trapped underground
In this icy grave, I’m lost not found

Drowning, oh so bitter sweet
Darkness dragging me by the feet
And as I sink my eyes crust with snow
All the way down, what a way to go.

The silt begins to cover my face
in the game of life , I’ve lost the race
a light shines ahead and I leave this plane
when springtime comes, you’ll find me then.

a souless fire burning cold
scorching frost away
a monster that dares grow bold
but flits just like a fey

and when it comes, boiling free
havock does ensue
what love is this you give to me?
its not what i gave to you

alone, unwept you cast aside
and the truth i must now face
all the cocodile tears that you've cried
made me your own heart's headcase

so i must be locked away
in a padded valentines room
stuffed with cards and young play
a card filled,joyous tomb

straightjacekts made of promise rings
and kisses full of fear
freedom the prison bird sings
but freedeom seems not to hear

how dare you mock me
and the blame is my own
was it i who messed around?
or was it just love that i have shown

was it love, is that true?
for that was my only sin
how dare i show affection to you
lock me up some where dark within

shame on me for ever thinking
one could aspire to kiss your shoe
i would have melted gold for drinking
if that meant i could be with you

the regrets i bear
they are so few
that i should care
and have loved you

the fact that holds now true
and of this i have no doubt
if ever i held a place in you
it was rented, and you kicked me out.

Frayed cloth unravels at the lightest touch
treads tangled with each other
a blanket of holes stiched together
on a bed of powdered air

gone away to visit my far off self
vanished, no phone, no blog, no forward adress
this is not what it is meant to be.alone
not lost, just not found. ramblingon no track to run.
oaks whispering willows scream a steady rat-tat against my fears
and the silence that comes next is worse still, unearthly, a velvelt blanket, smothering.
gone
absent
is nonexistent better?
is it simpler to deal with a lack of something, compared to the gut wrenching feeling of loss of a treasure worth all the wealth of ages yet to come?
a crispwind blows joys and laughter along, making it easier.


to hide away it adds a surreal aspect that is. unbearable to face, slink away hide away dont let the laughter touch.
the joys it may contain will burn sharper then the ice and cut far deeper then the scalpel.
under nights feild come out comeout. dont fear no joys or freinds or laughter. walk down the tunnel framed by sorrow, no one will bother you. traverse the walkway and under a court of roses sit and rest against a bramble patch. as the thorns burow into flesh eyes close and a sleep that is not sleep befalls. tomorrow.it.starts.again.

under the forest is where i lie
living half truths just to get by
and when my race is all but run
my life has flashed beneath this sun
and as the needles fall like rain
to doped to recognize this pain
a broken heart only time will mend
that or the embrace of a true friend
but as those are hard to come by
i will just stay in my forest, where i lie

tears falling like leaves from an oak
crying, they seem to be just dust and smoke
and the circle will go on with no end
wrongs never righted, nothing to amend
and as the sky weeps the sun doesn’t comfort her
while the mortals live their life in a blur
of sound and speed
of passion and greed
all the while i just lie
in my forest under the sky.

Shadows of life, mere apparitions, flit and dance among
the living, the dying, laughing and crying. An end with no beginning
call back the dancers of this immortal play,
but not a play, just actors of a farce, one that resounds forever
more and a hollow sound it makes when it
is rungthe final bell, over water deep and blue
sound out one again and the shadows then
prance off, swallowed by the dark

The bottom dropped out from my being.
it fell through the heavens,
cast down from your paradise.
it fell and drowned in shallow pools of tears,
sinking, as though tied to lead weights.
it fell upon a barren field of dust,
where fire burned, and scorched it to ashes.
it fell upon the frost of a winters night,
shivering, cold, and so alone.
it fell into my lap where I picked it up,
and cradled the pieces in my trembling arms.
my poor, shattered heart.

darkness spreads as night falls
ghosts of love roam my hearts halls
but maybe no ghosts but mere shades, or fakes
they bend my core untill it breaks
snap

I took a wrong turn some while ago
while tramping through the endless snow
dragged along, conscripted, then volunteered
an idea so strong, too weak, in contempt, and so feared.
“love is a one lane road” like some would say
keep moving and you’ll find it! Just walk down that way
now moving so not to just stop
walking just not to drop
down this well trodden trail
trapped behind a tainted black veil
so cursed, forgotten, alone, too late do I find
what I was looking for, I left behind
as cold flakes fall on my brittle white face
feels like I’m running in circles in an endless race
just laying down for a second or two
my bitter heart is now quite frozen true
as my cheeks are embraced by warm-cold frost
too late, too soon, finally found, so lost.