Who I Am

Another poem intended for my Endar narratives. This one is really structurally needing set in pre-formatted text for the visual aspect, which conveys whispered content for the left-most italicized portion as the other part of the poem is being spoken/sung. softly, soft...... follow me to the shadows deep ..........lost blo where mermaids pass by in drunken sleep ..wind to my home as eels electrify each naked eye .................. while the waves above drift low then high .......blow....... swim with me sweet, beloved dear .............lost to music the harpies play for us here ...........i..one sailors to catch my glimpse would die .................. let us float 'til on the reef we lie.... .................. lift your head, love, lift your heart to i.............. let the dark, vivid colors blend apart ....me here to me do not fear this water clear ..........see..... do not fear should we disappear.... .................. what will be love with soft words gone ..................

I What further seeds of wisdom need I seek When all my thoughts are yet mean and bleak; When endless knowledge results not in truth, Nor in sagacity, but in a shadowy, endless room? I have pursued the infinite, whispering wind. To what end? May I still sadly belate. To watch my fears slowly, softly take me hold, Or silently to behold the swirling tides explode. What more use have I in picking flowers If I should only to stand to wait beside the hours, The days, each second counting the soul: Wasted, gone with everything before my eyes unknown. All doubts duly teaming tear my fragile sanity from sight As the lethargy, committing me to early death, delights. As for you, quick death, could I breath anew? Or, would again my doubts continue to ensue? Happiness, in lively step I should cheer; Melting to pure ecstasy would my memories but leave me here, But these shadows beyond should conspire to pull me back. Damn this eternity! Damn this wretched, infernal trap! No other bonds, indeed, desp...

I Should I wait to tell you too late (or not at all) How you are the one who I love I have thoughts of no other man Only you should make me happy or sad But as I debate, time turns her naked eyes Forcing me to face this vacant life Where, without you, the memories dully line the walls In a chamber as empty as it is small I have no desire to forget this fire For the passion which keeps me awake each night Which harkens your face to my mind Has stirred the true spirit inside Yet, the fear and doubt do never cease I cannot banish them by any pleas Would I rather to let you go, Then to allow my heart to show? Rejection is a constant barrier to my designs, To these facts of love I try to hide After all, if I am unsure of myself Why should I put us both through hell But purity does not guide me from you For my departure is one of the two evils I choose No matter if we were really meant to be Nothing can take me from this path I lead II My dear, I can but call you here Any other sign could te...

Again, this is a simple love poem written back in 1989 when I was in high school. I could stare at you forever And never ever look away Trying to get close to you I don't know what to say Showing what's on my mind isn't easy So I've never told you before While I don't think you see me I will glance at you once more

Here we have a very old and simple love poem from when I was in high school. If I were free for one moment One minor second in time I would know what I do want That I don't want to die Then I would wish to be with you For forever to be And forever I have loved you Yet only now do I see

This is the first poem I ever wrote at age 14, 20 years ago. There's a 10-letter word Like the wind through the trees When the rain is heard The crashing of waves; The pounding of seas: A land far away as the sun is to me Tears in the clouds drop down from the sky Mirrors reflect it like space from up high Universes cling to it: The stars, the moons, A wandering spirit Yet, when this happens to me, I'm the only one Who happens to be Lonely

I've back dated this before my very first poem written at age 14 (in 1987) so that this appears as the first post, although this was written 2008 Jan 18 when I started this blog. This is my first post on blogger as I typically post my writings on my writing site (or on other writing forums). I doubt this post is going to be too heady or invigorating as I prefer to write about topics other than myself when doing prose pieces (I leave the self-indulgent wallowing for my poems). If you enjoy a lot of poetry sprinkled in with some horror short stories, take a look at future posts. Comments are always welcome provided they aren't advertising. I should warn that I'm a bit blunt. I'd apologize if that might end up coming across as rude or tactless in any of my posts that I do here (or any comments I make), but I prefer honesty whenever possible. I won't go out of my way to hurt your feelings, but I won't lie about how I feel on a topic or when asked a question. Have a...