aaronyambrick Poetry (11)

The cold had eaten him,
As its chill had nipped off the frozen black tips of his fingers and toes.
Nature had beaten him,
As the snow he ate wet his lips, hit his stomach, then froze.
His body became his prison,
As he sat stiff with a tree up his spine,
and his boots pushed up powder covered soil,
as he scrambled to survive.
Hikers found him weeks later,
with tears still frozen to his cheeks.
He layed a quarter mile from the highway,
but it was way to far to reach.
Newspapers were published and the man was known by a new name.
The north woods fool they called him.
His corpse made the front page.

A man stood alone,
Trying to gaze past the surface of the seas.
He could no longer see himself,
through the looking glass he seeked.

Instead the reflection of the dancing stars,
put him in a daze,
As he looked up to catch her drifting,
Her eyes faded despite the moonlights ways.

A tear held the last remaining glow,
To show her smile.
He watched it as it seemed to shimmer as it fell.
She brought a light to him,
A light that seemed to lift his heart.

But now as she sailed away,
over waves of his heartbreak,

He dropped to his knees,
Damned the seas!
and fell apart.

The words the man had to live with,
He knew had to hold themselves silent in his heart.
They dug themselves deep into his soul,
As not to come out before their verses part.

He spoke loosely,
As to show those he loved he did not judge.
But as they comforted him on his death bed,
His last thought was they thought him dumb.

In the pod of natures curve,
I seek for the misplaced and undisturbed.

I turn wide eyes to green,
soaking in the silence and the wind that runs through childhood dreams.

I find thickets and thorns that cant deceive.
I find cliffs and rocks with the washed away lies that were carried down stream.

I find myself with torn flesh and bloody knees.
I find the truth of the woods in a hard truth underneath.

These times, oh they try!
My faith and ambition towards survival.
But the excitement of thee unknown,
keeps me from turning to bone,
and it's mystery saves me as you do.

I saw this older couple the other day.
They were having a moment in their garden.
I watched as they stood their holding eachother
over ripe tomatoes,
that squished unoticed under their feet.
It was sunset,
and I envied their love,
maybe because I thought of it as proof of a chance at my own.
It started to rain,
But they were locked into eachothers eyes,
and it made me think of companionship.
It was a special love
A love most seek out with no prevail.
The kind that already had proven to have lasted forever.
It made me think of that man's life as well.
Of how when he looks back
he will hold no regrets.
and if I were to ask him what the best part of his life was?
I'd imagine he'd say.
''Her eyes held the sun light''
''She was the one most seek out with no prevail''.
''But I did find it,
and when I didn't let go''
''It held me back as we stood over crushed tomatoes
and it danced with me in the rain''
But,'' I was in love once''
Would be all he would have to say.

Alone in a tavern the writer needed to be.
Happiness leaking into his glass,
feeding his writers dreams.
The goodness in life did not aspire,
and neither did his marriage of last.
So here he is again making history,
In the pub trying to swallow his past.

I sense your soul behind the shell of your chest, its pulsating.
I can see our past behind the curtain...Show me the beast within!
Hungry I stalk you for the woman you were,
complete and solid behind a wall of many cracks.

I seek you now and I call your name, I shout it!
When I sense the dampness of the cold creeping in,
I remain silent.

But every morning I wake up next to you,
I only awake for hopes, Ill see the woman I fell in love with,
and behind her eyes see the love she once had for me .

Tragic endings pile upon beautiful sunsets,
Casting a gold glow over death,
and cooking rancid corpses,
while sending the proof of their demise into the breeze burdened day.
Everything horrible was once wonderful,
and has lost its once contained innocence,
by the mocking clicks of the clocks flailing limbs.
It hogs time.
Time stands only on tongues thrashing its own praise.
Though it does not speak of the deceiving nature time can apply in devastating predicaments.
Answers locked by time,
In a tomb of truth
The truth that steals a mans trust,
from things unable to be seen with his own seeking eyes.
The body's that carry piece behind their discovery lay lifeless,
until their found discarded.
Then they live in souls.
Souls that broke as they had lost them.
Souls broken by other souls,
and their victims lay poorly represented by their cold etched in stones.

While you have time hold those you love.
Embrace them and their differences,
while talking them into your soul.

Love those that have loved you,
because you were lucky enough to be loved,
and take time to Love those loves that have loved true.

At dusk I studied the sun, and as it vanished,
I thought of what a romantic hero it had served as.
I felt as small as the toothpick trees that seemed to coward at its feet.
I embraced it standing along side of it for as long as I could be for it was once again was rendered useless.
After the last of its warmth had left me I felt alone.
But when I arose the next morning honor found me with the knowledge of how to turn the next fourteen hours of its glory into a difference.