Never Knew

Never was there, alone to your bottle,

Drugs in your soul, mom left to hollow,

First day of school, as I become man,

Rage in your voice, belt in your hand,

Violence your message, compassion not known,

I learned from the best, hatred is grown,

No respect for authority, without need for a school,

No need for a soul, my vision is true,

Lost many steps, trouble soon came,

Sat in my cell, all are to blame,

All are quite wrong, I know the right way,

Any object in front, tossed out the way,

You lived a hard life, now on last breath,

The cancer inside, left you with death,

Only 40 years old, now you must rest,

Though still a young boy, far past the rest,

Your tombstone I wonder, inscription to you,

I’ll never take notice, your son never knew

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One Day

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Falling is felt, a large and dark hole,
Wake up to shaking and loss of control,
Though still I’m secure, awake in my bed, it’s as if I’m still falling, reverberates in my head.

This feeling it comes, it goes as it please, not sure of alertness, conscious or dreams, is this just a mark, a sign of duress, or is life simply slipping, toward my moments last breath.

One day will I not, come awake from the depth, One day will I not, tumble-down like the rest, For I know the feeling of falling most told, The spirit embodied, to have and behold.

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Dusk to Night

To be that one, lost and cold,

To worry not, fulfill my goal,

Stand beside me, hold me close,

Worry not, for I grow old,

The days will travel, far or near,

No pressure felt, without a fear,

Those behind me, left with scars,

I tell the tale, protect your guards,

Strong shall flourish, weak will pass,

To those I say, the best outlast,

Life the journey, each shall know,

Blessed are those, who seek unknowns,

All will gather, toward your strength, 

Until the heart, relinquish pain,

To be so cold, not value life,

Will draw you close, to after sight, 

The dark survives the coldest nights, 

Who then becomes the one of light?

A Moment Inside

Spirit is strong, revision of hunger,

Life now worth living, void of my slumber,

Count upon days, observing the clock,

Tick toward moments, tock toward march,

Forward progression, move for my future,

Past now forgotten, this vivid illusion,

A pain that berates me, shelters from strong,

The same that empowers, to hell with them all!

A moment I see, what’s left of my pride,

My spirit grows strong, no longer to hide,

From this day and foward, no longer will I,

Take note of depression, for now it’s my time

Left To The Gods

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Many years passed, time it seems gone, each leaf now is fallen, the world has moved on,

Today the wind shifts, rain now renewed, sun without falter, clouds without gloom,

Water perceived, as a gift from above, not a wrinkle had formed, the calmness of love,

The sky ever still, not a sound to be heard, not a vocal incursion, left undisturbed,

This view that escapes me, yet holds me in place, as if time was held still, a motionless state,

Many years passed, like notes to a song, the beauty of life, almost left to the gods.

Upon A Shadow

Bleeding hunger, pure desire,
Life of short, length expired –

Upon my palace, now at rest,
I search forgiveness, empty nest,

Once adorned, with pride of praise,
Left to rubble, maze of waste,

Forget me now, as if the night,
Through the surface, left to time,

When death shall place me, to me sleep,
I pray these words, shall shelter me,

If I lose, my soul to you,
My life was lost, my heart untrue,

Never falter, leave behind,
One thought, one moment,
breath of mine,

The door left open, walk to light,
The darkness falls, upon new life