Poetry

Here I've written a number of poems on various subjects, sometimes writing poetry about stories that I am writing as a way to get the juices flowing.

Evening Skies

Sunlight knifes

through shattered clouds

And sky bleeds crimson

washed

with pinked rains

The Path To Greatness

In vain, truth oft fails to pierce reason's shield

Yet naught you learn in this impact, save pain

As you embrace guile's envenomed lies

And seek the comfort wrought by dreamless sleep

This earth shares both kind gifts and grim brick walls

But you refuse it all, eyes blind to life

Abandoning the right to peer deep

Instead, you sought flight from soul laid bare

Still, courage demands you must overcome fears

Crafty spirits shall force your feet into prestige

within merit's shade or shall burn thy soul

And only you can say which end be yours.

A Day in Hawaii

In the salt-buoyed wind, my skin is a-tingle

Massaging my scalp and face

Surfs thunder and whited waves mingle

Beckoning me to join

with eternity's love for this place

I dig my toes in heated sand

The warmth ladled liberally by bright paradise

And dream ephemeral dreams of days unplanned

Where hours are mine to coin

to grasp life's pleasures in a fist-tight vise

Rustling fronds, ocean's play, the ceaseless jabber of birds

Is natures song, an unceasing clamor of voice

This is communion, time without words

This moment is mine to purloin

to breathe deep, to seize, and rejoice

The day fades to somber black

Stars glittering in the night

A sigh, my towel in my pack

Home's need and duty conjoin

Vacations End

Truck engines grumble and buses roar

Wide jawed, the maw of Bangkok waits

Its asphalt tongue darkly writhes

Home-eyed drivers grind the gas

As motorcycles flit across the road

Like hungered dragonflies

hunting insectoid prey

And I, slumped and exhausted

Slide down the gulping throat and

into it's awaiting gullet

This poem was created to get me into the heart of my characters anguish over his father's disowning him, not by a visit, but by a dispassionate letter.

The Missive

Patriarch's law crumpled in this knuckled fist

My uttered oaths 'pon bended knee

lie trampled under apathy's heel

I clove a path forged of blade and fist

Bloodied coin pressed in my eager palm

While family bled in their days of dread

And I, with granite soles, twisted in my tortured haunts

Their love, a gift bestowed by phantoms

Churning their anguish, a pain-soaked rictus within

Black ire festered, shriveling each skin

My heart trembled, aching to shout from the peaks

Lay bare their callous treacheries and

stay the gavel of self-righteous destruction

Familial hatred I spurn, this never shall I abide

Deluge my feet with your cries and

My palms press firm against my hardened ears

As I grit my teeth, my will is fortified

Let them now break their blades against

This armored soul and clothe themselves in

Broken hopes and shattered visions

Whilst I inhale the aroma of just revenge

But yet. My love will not turn this quick

Though spurned, I will clasp their arms again

Embracing hearts and spirits once more