Unimpeded

As storm clouds drift into view a fog drops to the ground

            any visible path has been covered, lost,

indefinable becomes the only reasonable definition to assign.

Walking- while conceivable information has nearly ceased the pace has

                        only increased

            here,

now-            thunder trembling the ground,

                        losing balance

FLASH

            losing sight,

FLASH

                        On the ground- torrents of rain hurling from endless skies

Here- is where

            You realize, how it began-

How this, a once impossibility of a world, came to be

            All beginning

Here.

            and home, suddenly takes on a new meaning

love, passion, hate, joy, disdain, sorrow, pride, lust, anger,

            all flooding the previously empty mind, and revealing their true identities

virtues, and-

                        intents.

Here.

            Is where the relationships,

Conveniences,

            And wonders

That have been overlooked,

                        Taken advantage of,

                                    And under appreciated

Are learned,

            Seen,

                        Redefined,

                                    Re-imagined.

Here-

            Is where-

Connections, lost in time, and in haste,

                        Are supplemented,

                                    Flourish,

                                                Undeniable,

                                                            Unimpeded.  

Wants

A Tiger in all its beauty,

            Elegantly striding with the confidence of One Thousand Emperors,

Royally, leisurely, taking his spot at the head of his environment-

                                    It matters not whether the Tiger get’s his dinner now, or later,

For there is not one

            Animal that can resist against the all-powerful might of his

                                                Roar.

Seeking,

            Stalking,

Searching,

            Sweeping,

Surviving.

            The elegance, beauty, and unmatched kingship of the Tiger-

Surviving.

                        Needs are the only desires to catch the attention of his majesty-

Surviving.

                                                It is here where we are cast out, thrown into exile from the rest of the Animal Kingdom, torn from our long lost brethren

                        Bloodlines spilling into each other, merging and becoming streams and Rivers

                        We don’t Need-

We Want-

                        We don’t wish-

We conquer and obtain-

                        We don’t seek-

We create-

This, undeniable difference sticks out much like the first Tree to lose its leaves in the winter months.

                        We don’t survive

We indulge-want beyond our needs-practice cruelty right alongside its sister, love and patience-

The intense opposite of Simple-

The furthest from a blank page-

The ameba of society-

The never changing interactions of teens-

A want to believe-

A want for more-

A want for craze-

                        Transforming things into more than what they are, what they should be, and what they were ever intended to be-

                                    Daunting, Foreboding, and Critical-

The Tiger, will never know beyond-

Seeking-Searching-

Stalking-Sweeping-

Surviving.

Haven’t written on here in weeks

I have not written on here in weeks, I’ve been super busy with school and theatre and getting ready for (applying for scholarships, making time for visits, meeting people the works) while of course I’ve written a pile of poems and stories and escapades over the past few weeks with a trusty pen and a crumpled paper I haven’t had the time to sit down and transfer them to here. Hopefully this will change in the near future and I’ll be spewing out some of the work I have written in a clutter somewhere. hope to see you round my blog, and hope to be posting some solid stuff soon!

This Place of Stone

I’ve found a place where no one goes

someplace far that no one knows

I want to travel there each day

and hear the way the waves seem grey

until I’m forced to come back home

I will not leave this place of stone

It is not white, it is not black

but all the other colors lack’d

I see, I hear it all seems clear

I’m laying down to test the ground

falling through sets of rapid seas 

I guess it’s time for me to leave

this place of beauty in my past 

back here to where I will not last

Moment of Fury

Boiling with disdain I feel myself begin to quiver with anger, and all of a sudden there’s no longer any confusion on why a man might go to the lengths of those most hated villains throughout history.

I refuse to be calmed in my moment of fury, wanting nothing but to release all of the rage I have so long kept fenced in with an attempt at controlling 

Perhaps this is the reason I feel so obliged to let the poles of my reinforced cage loose

with no regard to the consequences, 

more and more hostility enters my body as I am no longer able to control my voice, my actions, or my own will for the spirit of Styx has possessed mine and I willingly accept her allowing her overpowering mindset to inhabit my own 

I step forward, driven by impulse and instinctively seeking out those who have caused my agony 

I stop myself in the threshold of both the room and of war. Cognizant of my actions along with their implications my feet freeze as if Medusa herself has come and stoned them to the spot I stand. 

Awareness enters the equation and all at once I am no longer the steam exiting the kettle with haste. A new path of light has been thrust unto mine eyes and perhaps I am misplacing the storm that has began in the depths of my conscience. 

With the assurance that no immediate actions will take place I am bound to rue in this prison, until my aisle has been cleared, clarified, and definite.

(The spacing probably won’t work…again….sorry guys, it annoys me too)

Eternal Morphing

Knowledge,

            Unarguable,

                        Endless,

Knowledge.

            The power to the future, as it’s been labeled-

A necessity to our advancement, yet

            What is knowledge?

This morphing, unattainable idea,

                        Is it a Man, whose voice captures the attention of the Stage itself,

Is it a Woman, who stands at the front of a classroom lecturing eager youth about life,

                                    A chef, whose cuisine is so tantalizing he makes the mouth of

Zeus himself water,

Is it understanding who, Zeus was and relaying the idea’s he presented his courts and his brothers, what the people he led believed in-

                        Is it understanding how to wire a circuit, or calculate a gravitational pull, an electron spin, a protons mass, or the effects of a magnetic field when put amongst an electric field-

            Is it being able to decipher the lost language of Shakespeare adored so widely and so definitely-

                                    Entertainment-in itself is Education

            The obsession of, in the long run, meaningless fashion,

                        An inherent need to curl hair, tan skin, lose weight,

An idea that what you look like on the outside is more important than the capabilities hosted on the inside-

                        Religiously watching grown men slam into each other, providing each other with the inconvenience, or perhaps they want to forget and it’s a convenience, of concussions, and permanent brain damage.

                                                Falling on a couch to watch hours of T.V.

            Paying for someone to sing, notes, rhythms, and variations of that were otherwise inexistent.

            Education-Entertainment, the two go hand-in-hand, and each one of us is subject to the unending variety of them both.

Exposed from a young age,

                        All the way through adult-hood,

            One of the best parts is, that Entertainment often educates more than it does entertain, and education often entertains more than it educates,

            The two are almost synonymous with each other- the two are coherent and don’t exist without the other,

The two go hand-in-hand,

                        Morphing, and unattainable for all of eternity.

disappointment. (not very good or eloquent)

If there was a way to go back,

turn it around,

make it rewind the coils that have unraveled so definitively and 

change how they reset.

unfortunately there’s not, so I’m stuck here.

wherever this place is, 

walking around aimlessly, trying my hardest but feeling resistance in all that I do.

Yet what am I actually doing?

I’m not sure there’s an accurate answer. 

All I know, is that the most painful, gut wrenching feeling in the world…

is the disappointment, that you’ve disappointed.

Choices

A path opens, to show the unending possibilities 

and I am overtaken by the vast spectrum, 

naive, frightened, and excited all at once 

I feel my body begin to expel pure joy as my mind cannot wrap itself around what I am viewing.

Timidly I take a step forward, refusing to acknowledge the shadows lurking in the corners I am blinded by my own inabilities and wish only for one companion on this journey 

however she is unavailable to me.

I do my best to put her out of mind and continue forward lonesome in my travels.

yet, accompanied by my own conscience I find this task harder than at first perceived, I did not anticipate an indecisive nature to inhabit the inner workings of the clock.

unable to chose a route I find myself stuck in the middle of a vortex, 

the hallway that once seemed empty, unending, and full is now spinning, the doors opening and closing more and more quickly with each attempted step. 

I cannot wait much longer or I will be trapped in the midst of this craze, panic latches on to me like a leach in a racing river draining me of strength I lunge for an open doorway nearby and barely make it in. 

Breathing heavily, I lie on the floor of this new hallway-my eyes feel heavy as I am overcome by the chaos I was just through. Taking one last deep breath I prepare myself for what could be an awful decision, when I open my eyes-

I’m once again breathless, the landscape in front of me is….that of a dream, I cannot help but stare into the new colors that seem to be unreal, the sound of nature amplified and I feel I’m a newborn in this terrain, experiencing the joy of it for the first time, and, losing my balance I sit on the softened, plush, orange grass-riveted by the site I notice a field of dominoes, and realize the clock is still churning and 

soon I will have to make another choice. Approaching the field there are millions of parallel paths of dominoes, all stretching beyond my vision. 

I softly graze my fingers along one of them-it’s cold to the touch and I know I will have the pleasure of enjoying this bliss for at least a little longer before my next trial. 

Words of Wisdom #1

Just be honest and do what you think is right, and no one can ever say you’ve done anything wrong.

A Ball of Yarn

Moving quickly

I cannot see, 

spinning, racing, 

never ending- 

falling,

falling.

I want it to end, but there’s nothing there to let it

stop. 

Wait-

Shadows flying across the floor playing, 

flashing, 

unaware. 

Paths unwinding, like a cat playing with its ball of yarn,

tearing, 

shredding,

till there is none left, but what the cat might regret

is what happens next

there is no thought, there is no plan-

the cat can’t see what it’s done 

but left it has, a mess unspun.  

(Most of these pieces are supposed to have spacing….sorry, takes soooo much away from the work. Irritating)