Poetry Thread

TaterHead · Defender of Truth, Justice and the American GAY!

Poetry Thread

TaterHead · Defender of Truth, Justice and the American GAY!

Be still, my heart! These anxious cares

to thee are burdens, thorns, and snares;

They cast dishonor on the Lord,

And contradict His gracious word.

- John Newton

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Making Love

Finally, we kiss;
How I've been craving him.
Atlast a long embrace.
Maybe this time he'll stay.
He whispers to me - I obey.
His arms take me,
his eyes hold promise.
I can feel him inside.
I will ask him to stay.
I will ask him to love me.
The thrusting of emotions
sends us into ecstasy.
His kisses betray him.
I know he wants the same thing.
Suddenly, his hands retract!
I look for an expression
only to find a hasty retreat.
I thought he wanted more.
I turn to my side and sigh;
I didn't even know his name.

© Steven Garza

Darrel · Guru

Enigma

Purification is a phantasm
envisioned by all, overwhelmed
with aspirations of starvation
and our nation calling out for salvation,
to merely find lewd abominations
in this planet we call our creation.
And, generation by generation,
we fall, for the monopolization
of hate, and other temptations
instruct the liquidation of
people with conflicting
sexual orientations.
Feelings of aggravation,
arisen from prejudical meditation
demand the examination of our own
reflections.
Obligations to hate will lead
to eternal damnation.
Forgive me for the interjection;
but, where is the gratification in that?

Darrel J. Miller

Copyright ©2006 Darrel J. Miller

Dilemma

The contemplation of eternal damnation
bestows no satisfaction upon the imbeciles
of our population.
With nation after nation, the temptation
of complete and utter domination,
diminishes the glory of mental vacation.
However, taxation produces inflation, and
the monopolization of conversation
in regards to naturalization, allow the
not so legal congregation to find
hospitable habitation. Creations of
genocidal beings, with the minds of
vegetation, humbly seek a newer way to put
an end to aviation.
We need to have a revelation!
Judication needs not to work on the
legalization of marijuana. Instead, the
condemnation of terrorists whom seek
globalization--needs to end in termination.

Darrel J. Miller

Copyright ©2006 Darrel J. Miller

Autumn Day.

As time progresses in its ever-cirling orb--
my love grows deeper. Serpentine howls
of bitter coldness seep through my veins.
The wind whispers softly into my ear.
Each beat of my heart sends blood of your life
through me.
Beyond time lay the Fates. Their melodic ringing of chimes,
caresses the very beads of my existence.
Our paths intermingled. Meshing a conglomeration
of hopes, of dreams, of wants, into one.
Sailing across eyes of love, a broken kaleidoscope sends shards.
Red passion. Orange energy. Yellow imagination. Green envy.
Blue emotion, violet love. Further creating serene rainbows.
Father Time stood still--and let two souls melt into fantasy.
My breath stopped, floated out amongst frostbitten trees,
retreated to the skies.
All in all: everything was perfect. In some form
of magnificent existence, someone looked into my dreams...
Searching for my soul:
that was when I found you.

Darrel J. Miller

Copyright ©2006 Darrel J. Miller

-- Edited by Darrel at 06:50, 2006-06-15

Kaleidoscope

While looking out from beneath the heavens, you asked,
"Will you come and sit with me?"

"It's too high," I replied, "I fear I will fall."

"If I promise to keep you safe," you
proposed, "will you come?"
I noticed you were sitting on the edge
of the world... I turned away.

"I cannot! I'm afraid I will fall!"

"Do not let fear control your destiny."
I met you at the worlds' edge.
"It's beautiful..." Looking down at
the world, awestruck.
"I know..." We sat there, fearless.

Darrel J Miller

Copyright ©2006 Darrel J. Miller

-- Edited by Darrel at 06:53, 2006-06-15

Mama Lisa · Thu Jun 15 6:25 AM, 2006

I'm impressed! Steve & Darrel, you have amazing talent! Keep writing... and sharing!

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Unreal

Perfect.
My mind makes you real.
You never left me did you?
Close my eyes and I still feel
everything we were.
Emptiness looms close by
calling itself reality.
You're still here aren't you?
I never want to wake up.
The world is cold, but I am colder still.
Have I changed or has the world
always been this way?
Unreal love, real love
one never ends, the other does.
Let me live in the illusion,
let unreality be my reality.
Unreal is better.

© Steven Garza

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Drinking

I drink to escape you,
to forget you,
to purge the pain,
to try to laugh,
to drown you out,
to erase your face,
to start over again.
I drink and drink and drink
only to stop feeling.
Shot after shot,
beer after beer,
and long before the night is over
I will have lost myself in an empty bottle.
Shattered, hopeless and wasted.
I know it isn't tequila I am drinking, but despair.
Perhaps it'll be worth it to earn that
moment where I really will forget you.
When I wake up in the morning, hung over
asking myself what happened, in that precise moment
where you don't exist and long forgotten,
before my feelings take over and remind me
it was you who put me here.

© Steven Garza

Darrel · Guru

Waterlogged Dementia

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Soon the blue
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liquid blue
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engulfs my mind
sinking
low
lower
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lowest
to which
no perception
of lunacy
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can ever tell
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descending thoughts
to go away.
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.......my own......
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waning memories
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oblivion sees all
aqueous tomb
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falling away into
the muddled depths of
my recollected
despair

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POETIC JUSTICE

Oh Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
--the sun falls out of Juliet's Grip; la Luna
rises high, infusing a spotlight
of nocturnal daydreaming
In her mind--
"Soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east; and Juliet is the sun."

Torn out of her
delusional happiness--a
familiar face appears
from the shubbery.
Summer once again
blooms in her eyes;
An invigorating aroma
fills the air--it is him;
Hark, palpitating heart, to hear the
voice of an ANGEL--
for he is my life.

The brave knight
strips himself of helmet,
armor, sword, and kneels:

"Rapunzel, lay down your hair!!"

The sky turns to scarlet, her
cheeks pale-white, like the moon--
She falls off the balcony
--landing on thirteen mattresses
In a comatose sleep;
Eerily deathlike--
waiting eternally for the
True Romeo
of the night.

Darrel · Guru

This is for you, pen.

What else is there to say?
My mind functions a hundred times faster
than my hand, yet, you always know what to write.
How could something so meager, so plain,
put into words, exactly how I feel?
Bic, Rose-Art, Parker, Paper-Mate, still-
so many to be deemed, I thank you all.
My gratitude to you is immortal.

When you scribble, with each stroke, tail, loop--
the beauty of it all! Such eloquence!
You are a masterpiece, all by itself, even though
there are several more like you.
It is only you, that knows my most camouflaged fears,
as you confidingly etch them upon my journal.
You are my salvation, without you, I would not be!
I would absolutely be astray.

For something so wondrous, so magnificent,
I write this ode, hopting that you hear it.
If only God gave you ears, my trusted friend--
then you will realize my adoration.
If only God gave you legs, you could waltz out
of my hands, and into someone's lonesome heart.
If only God gave you knowledge, then you could
distinguish each phrase, word, and syllable I write.

Exhausted I am, and overburdened, you must be,
in writing this long ode, so perfectly.
I now retire myself to slumber, and you should, too.
You ought salvage your strength!
Tomorrow is another day, another venture--begone!
We will recommence in the morning.
Until then, my thoughts be with you, dear comrade,
I await your arrival in the days to unfold.

Darrel · Guru

Here's a couple of my favorite Haiku's I've written.

Butterfly kisses--
all tangled up in her hair,
or, were they my thoughts?

afraid of myself
a child wetting his bed
i run to mommy.

where did the men go?
Horses--what happened to them?
Anyone hear me--

hungry bellies churn
swollen eyes gaze at garbage--
flies buzz in the air...

Cotton-candy mouths
never tell a lie to friends
keep eating, will ya?

Darrel · Guru

Untitled

Blinded,
I step out of
darkness into an
unpure light;
fallen from grace
crawling
toward of a future
of false idolization...
Sometimes I act
on impulse
ridden confusion--
succumbing to the
non-existence which
created my demented
source of reality.
I visualize
roads less traveled--
and I, being a
gypsy with
oblivion to peddle,
walk on...

Mama Lisa · Thu Jun 22 11:32 AM, 2006

Darrel, I love the one to your pen!

TaterHead · Defender of Truth, Justice and the American GAY!

Have either one of you guys ever thought about gettin your work published?

It's THAT GOOD!

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Darkside

Two of me dwells inside me.
There is a realm in my mind
in which I dare not enter.
A place I try to hide what I really am.
But what use is there in hiding?
In the end I am corned by what really rules me
and no matter what, any fight I put up, I lose.
There is no way to win.
Overtaken by sin, I finally embrace
what cannot be defeated.
And in time, whatever good
is left in me, is only enough for a mask of innocence.
A mask to hide from you, but still walk with you and be by you.
The world must never know what I am,
nor must you
because I can never be what everyone thinks I am.

© Steven Garza

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Pain

I am chained here, bound to loss;
finding my way through this darkened threshold,
heart so bleak and dead,
even Death stops to watch me suffer.
If there is a heaven or hell
I know neither will have me.

This love so torn
a tragic void
thrown away
nothing lasts, not true love
not you and not I.
If I can't reach paradise, then what's heaven for?

I wish for your warmth,
instead I get cold
I want you to see me,
instead you see nothing.
If I could pull the trigger to my head
perhaps I would,
but would you see the blood spilling?
Or would it fall on dead eyes?
All this is because of you.

Raging wars, tortured souls, maybe suicide.
I know what I must do;
If I can't have you, then why should they.
Silver bullet, black roses, your funeral will be infamous;
mine will be oblivious.

© Steven Garza

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Crossroad

It happened that I came upon a crossroad.
A moment that divided me.
A revelation. A confrontation.
At the center of my life,
where past and future meet;
an intervention – one person, a single word,
and everything changes.
As I stand at the crossroad
I hear my past say
Leave me, let me go
and with that separation
I am no longer the person I was
But now I know the person I must become.

24 fan tim · Live long and prosper.

Krypto wrote:

Crossroad It happened that I came upon a crossroad.A moment that divided me.A revelation. A confrontation.At the center of my life,where past and future meet;an intervention – one person, a single word,and everything changes.As I stand at the crossroadI hear my past sayLeave me, let me goand with that separationI am no longer the person I wasBut now I know the person I must become. © Steven Garza

This poem speaks to my life and the experiences I have underwent over the past year.

So wonderfully written. Keep it up my brother.

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Soulmate

At the end of my journey
the road I have traveled has lead me to you.
Everything I've been through was a milestone to find you.
And at a moments confusion,
when I was lost, God said "this way", for He
kept whispering your name in my dreams.
Though I had not seen you before that summer day
I knew I loved you.
When I touched you, I knew I wanted to hold on forever.
But when I kissed you, I finally knew who you were.
You are my soulmate.
You have been waiting for me
for as long as I have been searching for you.
You are the song that plays in my mind when I dream.
It was you I danced with, whose name God kept calling out,
and before this song ends I have to tell you
that when I look at you
I know I am home.

Darrel · Guru

let's be real
let's be friends
let's have sex
let's make love
let's hold hands
just say no
just like this
just hold on
just you wait
for the night
for the rain
for the passion
for your kiss

in the heat
in my mind
I must wait
I hold on
I give in
I lean in

Our souls connect
his world collides
my world revolves
our worlds flourish
with life
with questions
why wait?
why pass go?
why not now?
why so long?
"How bout now,"
he said. . .

Not so fast
not so soon
not quite yet
not the day.

we must go
he must wake
I must wake
his arm fumbles
hits my nose
hits my eye
who hears snoring?
who is this?
who am I?
what are these?
fuzzy handcuffs
fuzzy navels
(no not oranges)
fuzzy headache
fuzzy details

open your eyes
all I want
is to
open your eyes
can you imagine
when you open your
eyes.

life comes at you
with your eyes wide
open.
my eyes wide open
sees.....
the sky wide open
my smile wide open

I hold him
let's be real
let's be friends
let's have sex
let's make love
let's hold hands

I love you
he says.
he says
love you I
love ice cream
him do i love
zucchini bread
tastes really
(good.)

"How now brown cow?"
(knock, knock)
you
and me going
down and down
down the drain
downtown today
down my street
down into your soul
(who's there..?)
Interrupting Cow.
Interrupiting Cow Who?

In your perfect
world
a perfect fantasy
in your perfect eyes
they're all I want to
ride the teacups!!
round and round and round

we go...
we goo...
we gooo...!!!!

faster in your perfect
eyes. you say
i love you
he says
i love ice cream
he tastes
his kiss tastes
(good.)
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

I'm falling
to pieces of you
falling stars
falling into x.

Not so fast
not so soon
not quite yet
not the day.

he is superman
he is a man
he likes me
he is everything
is nothing
is human
is everything
is david.
is stubborn
is sweet.
is ideal

is everything
i never knew
when this day
would come
i never knew
how i would
feel when
he would MOOOO at me....

is everything...

he is splendor
wrapped up in a
pita shell

he is everything
i never
KNEW
i always
w
a
n
t
e
d

Copyright: Darrel J Miller 7/24/2006

Krypto · Mighty Morphin Prayer Warrior

Demons

There was a soul so broken and lost;
so tormented by himself that he became
a lighthouse calling all demons.
A demon came and sat on his shoulder;
What is your name? The lost soul asked,
~Sorrow.
Why are you here?
~You let me stay here.
Who are you?
~Regret.
Why won't you leave?
~You let me stay here too.
Then another demon crawled up
onto his arms.
And what's your name?
~Grudge.
Will you leave?
~No, you love to hold me.
Who are you?
~Depression.
Won't you leave me alone?
~Why? Your comfortable with me.
Who are you?
~Guilt.
Let me go.
~Why? You deserve me.
~Let us stay....
And the lost soul laid his head and cried himself to sleep
day after day.
Others took hold:
suicide, worthlessness, shame.

Imagine if we could actually see these things
attach themselves on us,
we would beat them away with a stick.
But so often we fail to use our spiritual eyes
and let these things take hold.
Open your eyes to God
and see the demons run in fear.