Friday, August 2, 2013

Outcast

Uniqua

my life is a riddle
that I have yet to unravel
an enigma of sorts
here and there, along the gravel

be yourself, they say
everyone else is taken.
but when I am armed with the courage,
when I am bold for my values
when I have strong held my ideals
then they have scoffed.

then they glare at me surreptitiously
there they eagerly dress me with scorn
I can never win I guess
victory was not my calling.
and every day from now til the end
is just another moment stalling.

the world inside my head is a-whirling
with all thoughts and reasonings twirling
I am never to be one of them,
it was written.
always longing for the solace in words
in company, in comfort..
but exiled to loneliness and
outcast in every season, all the same.

a fact of life,
whether out of spite or out of mockery
in a lame lost joke now forgotten..

and the truth is I couldn’t fake it,
not even at my best attempt
for love and kindness is a gift god-sent.
and my smile could never be cruel to those whom it’s lent;
and my words never insincere to those in whom I revel..
so if my warmth is my demise
if they fulfill my darkest fear
and well; this is just my surmise-

may I forever be from their company exempt.

The Tree

Such a sight to the eyes
grand majestic tree, standing tall
it would shock and stun them all
to see you one day fall

for you are strong, no? you are bold
you are set in your width,
you are stone, you are cold..

your branches reach the sky
in elegantly poised fingers
your aroma of self fulfillment
enriches the air, and there it lingers

but little do they know,
and never could they see
that the vacuum in your heart
makes you as hollow as can be
yes, with mold and fungi crawling,
you are but a rotting tree.

standing so erect, leaves shining bright
is all but a façade; a trick of simple light
what else can I compare you to?
a lost-soul magician?
with cheap tricks and quick hands
entirely masks his poor condition.

I pity you, tree..
for you are never fully content
pull a rabbit out of a hat,
(yes you are god’s gift heaven-sent)
but you can’t pull your heart out of the hole
you will never find the light,
like a ground-condemned mole..

You have enchanted your lot of mindless folk,
mouths agape, will surrendered
you have them secured in your power;
yet you retract your shade and smite
to those who don’t in your light and presence cower

You may have fooled them true;
if only for a season.
But rotting tree; I tell you this,
all happens for a reason.
your time is ebbing sure, like
dunes in a desert storm..
trapped in a world where fall gives way to winter
and the winds will whip your soul,
crashing down your poised branches
and when winter settles in,
your peace will be its toll

GT


Thursday, May 9, 2013

Broken


the mind is a cruel place
inhabited by carnivores and beasts
eager to tear to shreds innocence and bliss
until all light of hope does cease

the catalyst to pull the trigger
is never notwithstanding, always fueled
ready to assemble an arsenal of doubt
exposing the games of the fooled

alas! the bravery takes hold,
if only for a raw and decisive flash;
and then just as sudden,
the clarity vanishes into air as ash..

the heart is  a treacherous thing,
for moments later it comes bombarding..
playing instruments out of tune
and a story of misery hardening.

as two giants, these two battle-
neither relenting, nor backing down
leaving behind an array of fragments;
memories  fallen from heaven to ground.

at last the war is subsiding,
every side admitting defeat-
for in a sequence of wrath and light
there’s no victory, filing and sweet.

only remains lay strewn,
and only illusions left un-mended;
just a scar hitherto, a wound under the surface
confirmation of truth
of what has all but bitterly ended..

GT

Persevere


Long live the lungs
that carry life within me
my  feet firmly planted on God’s soil
charging forward with me
the twin seeing glasses
that color my world anew
may the surface of my body
remain intact and stronger, too..
I take in the world,
one breath at a time
darkness and mildew, sunshine and love
one thing decays while another grows
the cycle of life this comes to show
pain pierces like icicles into our heart
time vanishes before us as  thief in the night
tearing apart, taking flight
and yet every day is a miracle
a sunrise we wish not miss
bliss is restored in the planting of a kiss
of a flower decorating a young girl’s wrist
of a dream yet unraveled
or a road not yet traveled
of discovery and hope,
of romance and muse
that grants us the power to cope.
darkness and mildew, sunshine and love
whatever life casts our way;
we can work through it with help from Above..