4 Kids in Needless Distress, Salvation

Oh yeah, back to me and back to posting thingamajigs. This poem definitely has all kinds of meanings without actually dictating them out. Have fun figuring it out. ^^

4 Kids in Needless Distress, Salvation

The cloudless hue,
was but the enveloping
mist that surrounded us.
Are we the ones judged to be taken?

Bright lights,
hide intentions too sinister,
motions and thoughts that we can't understand-
voices in our minds we cannot decipher.

It's cold,
too cold for the tears
that well into my eyes,
blinded by the fear of that radiant halo.

With the great wheel of fire,
we went as they,
subjects all,
to the implacable wills.

We aren't mere pawns,
tools to your dark transfiguration.
Or puppets to be twisted
to your inquisitive abominations.

Left,
hollow and forgotten-
as madmen with tales of lunacy and perverse fantasy,
But we speak truths you won't here!

Why can't we remember!?
All that remains is a scratching paranoia,
a dark scream echoing in our minds;
nightmares bathed in blinding lights.

Dreams of pale faces in eyeless sockets,
creep inward to silence lost memories,
cryptic tendrils
saw anamnesis never spoken aloud.

Guilt

------> Blah <------ Guilt

Opening your chest with a ruined vice,
mirror the pain in my eyes,
show that wounds of flesh cut more shallow,
than words dipped in poison.

I stepped on your throat,
to quell the pleading echoes,
that expounded my faults,
as I ripped my last shreds of dignity apart.

Watching resolve melt away,
was hearing an inner voice speak, "you were wrong."
Like a whispering demon,
it perched on your back with weight unbearable.

If only the words had come,
but they stuck in the back of the throat,
all I wish is to plead, "forgive me."
but the words die back to their rest.

Guilt is the rainy cloud,
that walks your footsteps quietly,
the chip on your shoulder that bleakly
never allows your mind to rest.

Cradle a Grey Rainbow

I want to convey a sense of blah... here's hoping?

Cradle a Grey Rainbow

If I gave you a crayon to color the skies,
would you still stare blankly at me?
Or could you smile just this once,
and save me from despair and helplessness?

Outstretch your arms and wipe colorless
streaks throughout a cloudy horizon.
Show me the error of my ways,
and color in a grey rainbow where only tears fall.

Openly embrace a failing heart,
a rip it out to see your grey emotion
drip like paint from a brush,
you used to fill the firmament.

Cradle within your arms,
like a crying baby,
your under developed insight,
and show me the truth under your straight face.

Stab at the dark with drab hues,
are you trying to paint over the heartless void,
that beats a withered drum within your chest-
and put on the facade of a broken smile?

Spin about to blur away hues,
and the lights can fade into the darkness.
Resonate with the voices of numbness
and cry an unfeeling symphony.

Cradle a grey rainbow,
and hope for the colors to return to your world.
Pray for the drab to fade away,
while you frolic in the monotony of slate.

Embers Cast by Torchlight.

I like imagery..

Embers Cast by Torchlight

I own the night,
the veil of black over your eyes,
the grain of sand in your tears...
a dream of horror.

In the fields of twilight,
you are stalked
by feelings contemptible,
overflowed by prejudice and sin.

Like the stars that fall from the sky,
you disperse into ambiguity,
a wish cast upon faltered hope-
that was to never be born true.

Under a bloodied moon,
you shred your faith,
in a tortured sanctimony
of blasphemous sacrilege.

And with the encroaching dust,
antiquity blows your ashes away-
whispers of yester-years on the wind.
And no rain falls for your fate.l

Birdsong(A Sonnet)

This is my Shakespearean sonnet, Birdsong... If anyone reads, I hope someone enjoy it. It's scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Birdsong

With the voices of birds softly singing,
could you be sure the world was still turning.
Melodious like bells gently ringing,
their pitch will carry with gilded yearning.

And when the birds sing, would you please listen,
then attempt to catch melody; fleeting-
their sparkling words to forever glisten,
alight with wings abreast and slow beating.

They speak secrets long lost to the ages,
testaments to nature's sealed mysteries.
It hides clandestine whispers of sages,
and images of rusted histories.

Combing through a thick disparaging throng,
elated by the transient bird's song.

Voices of Hunger (A Sonnet)

This, is actually the first Sonnet I have written since I was, I dunno...sixteen? Anyway, composing sonnets are fun, and so I attempted a version that I had not dabbled with before. This, would be the Italian sonnet. It has a ABBA, ABBA, CDE, CDE rhyme scheme. Anyway... I did not write in in true pentameter, I believe, but seriously - who uses that anymore? Anyhow... without further ado, I present Voices of Hunger. I drew this from history~


Voices of Hunger

Was it a question? They only cried,
when bread rotted and helplessness arose.
Or was it uttered when their voices froze,
with the soft lament, "Had God ever tried?"

When would the unrelenting pain subside?
Staring blankly at the circling of crows,
while caskets are piled into lengthy rows.
Would you watch as children's prayers all died?

A war waged for hungry bellies to feed,
bodies burned with no mountains laid of grain..
Famine emblazoned a relentless brood.

Powerless, with people begging in need,
watching each expire with guilty pain...
survivors left to die in search of food.

Some Haiku

I have been writing some actual poetry lately(structure, I mean)... Enjoy some random Haiku.


Summer Downpour
Thunder strikes blindly,
a fearsome shout of the Gods,
calmly fading; still.


Flooding
Dark waters rising,
swallowing homes and profit..
A new day dawning.


Lotus
Reflecting in pools,
ripples dance within beauty.
poisoned, devious.


Dewdrop
Nature cries with salt,
blanketing dawn quietly,
tears wept in silence.