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Friday, March 30, 2012

Ending's Beginnings

I believe death is a very personal thing and the below came about as a group of friends and myself talked about the death of a mutual friend by suicide. Each person had a different reaction and felling about what this person had done, some were sad, same angry others just puzzled . So I tried to give each of them a voice. After readings it back I though I was missing the most important voice from this group of friends, that of the departed, so I tried to give them a voice as well.

I

Crimson drops

Porcelain and mortar

Alabaster form

Smeared in red

Never to heal

The open wound

Forever gripping

Stained sword

Dyed water

Spilling on to tile

Coursing red highway

Trapped in hypermnesia

Painful but never forgotten

Just lost in the haze

Hopes and dreams

Unfixable shattered

The windows are glazed

Façade stained with crystalline rain

Clock in the chamber winding down

Then slowing ticking down

Suddenly gripped by fear

Of this unknown - Too late coming

Smiling lips - It'll be fine

As this end comes – so welcome.


II

Why did you do it?

Couldn’t see beyond yourself

Taking you away leaving nothing

But the pain & confusion

Spreading it amongst

Those you claimed to love

That you left behind

Didn’t you care?

Just completely check out

Why didn’t you think?

No one obviously mattered

It was all about yourself

Was it the easiest solution?

To vacate your life

Now just bereaved

Are you at peace?

Within your plot

Aren’t you angry with yourself?

Just like I am

Couldn’t you find the will

To live – Obviously not

Just tossed it away

Like a old single shoe

One second – Was all you took

For you to make up your mind

Thoughtless – Selfish –

It was all about you

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III

I don’t understand?

What truly made you – so desperate?

I loved you but you didn’t love me back

To tell me your fears –

Please come back

We always shared a bond

II would have understood

I could have helped

If you could’ve just talked

Confided in me

We would’ve found a way

To fix all the errors

I mourn your passing

It breaks my heart

To think you were all alone

Feeling no where you could turn

That no words spoken could’ve helped

Did you think – I would’ve understood

I loved you – I could have helped

I don’t think I’ll ever be the same –

IV

Don’t – Why

Don’t want to cry

Don’t want to scream

I’m no longer sure how I feel

Just want to sit still here

Don’t want to think another minute

Can’t seem to mourn your passing

Just sitting staring into space

Want to be blankly vacant

Want to be numbed

Just can’t, can’t, can’t………

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Innocent Eyes

In the eyes of the innocent

The memories of the dead

Beating against their cages

Jaded and not yet lost

They speak the words so clearly

But they fall upon the deaf

No truth be told – The future is blurred

The lines are drawn

With the blood of the strong

Waiting – suspended

Breathe

Will they seal our fate

Dooming us to hate

Spilling the blood

Of faceless man

Causing this dissolution

Not seen till too late

STOP!

Take a good look

Tomorrow –

Start deconstruction

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Warlords

Diseased and corrupted

The new reality reining

Of the human soul

Mindless robots – do as your told

Fear – Hate - Love and Rage

Nothing is ever simple

They voided all the guarantees

Punch at our chests

To rip out our hearts

Blacken the eyes

Disfigure the human form

Lay our bodies – side by side

Across the new desolate wasteland

They now cast their claims

Already rotting outside of our graves

No hope of revolt

Against their all powerful voices

They will always do as they like

Sending us to our fate – all too soon

To be only collateral to their end

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Bewilderment

Consumed

Lost

Completely without remorse

Indignation

Fear

Looking for justification

Pride

Faith

Who is deemed right

Friend

Foe

Who really decides-

Does anyone really know