[10cStoreProphet]

Well, I've written a few poems in the past couple of years so thats it. Here they are.

Chasing Dragons
(Pt. 1 of the Chasing Dragons Series)
The blackened clouds come rolling in
Dim tides are hurled upon the shore
Then as if by some command
The Heavens open up and pour
Rain upon the barren land
As they have never done before…

The sky is dark, the world is dim
Sad with its eternity
The trees, in sorrow, bow to him
Who sees what no one else can see

A song is carried by the wind
It drifts across from distant sands
Dissolving the now gath’ring darkness
Like chasing dragons from the land


Dragon Requiem
(Pt. 2 of the Chasing Dragons Series)
The somber clouds roll in again
I am waiting by my door
And as the rain falls on the rooftops
My dragon chases me once more
Causing me to stumble on
As I’ve been known to do before

The rain now falls; my hope’s worn thin
Tiring of my lunacy
I now, as always, retreat within
To the very core of me

But soon the clouds are cleared away
As all of Heaven seems to stand
Between me and my resilient dragon
Once more banished from this land


Faust
(The unofficial Pt. 3 of the Chasing Dragons Series)
The charcoal night embraces me
As I shiver in the cold
My long lost dragon chasing me
I fight to keep my hold

I’ve gone where no one else can find me
Gone where no one else would know
The earth itself is lost to me
As the winds around me blow

The nightmare beast is stalking me
Haunting many of my dreams
That beast that seeks to vanquish me
Is more evil than it seems

As sleep starts to embrace me
I fight to keep awake
For if my dragon finds me
More than my life will be at stake

The beast’s great mass before me
It’s eyes a burning hell
My judgment hour upon me
In that frosty town I know too well


Hurricanes
(The danger of seeing old… friends)
As the clouds come drifting in
And under darkened skies
My soul, unloaded, freely flies
With joy and fear so strangely mixed
My body stands, my soul is fixed
My legs are frozen to the spot
Should I go on?
I’d rather not
The words I need are hard to find
But failure trails so close behind
I feel I’m moving far too fast
Yet trapped in Hurricanes from the past


Pendulum
(Tick-Tock Tick-Tock ^_^)
This is great…
Too much time
Fake some rhymes
Waste some time

Here we go
Another day
What the hey
Waste some time

Some old books
Hate and war
What a bore
A waste of time

Nothing to do
After the climb
Is that a crime?
Wasted time

How about now?
What to do
Got no clue
Wasted time

Hmm, now what?
Love and hate
I can relate
It’s worth my time…


Why I’m Here
(Or perhaps more accurately, love and fear)
This morning’s skies were bright and clear
But now I wonder why I’m here
My Angel now I cannot see
I wonder if she thinks of me
She leaves the room without a word
Am I just another face to her?


Regarding Love & Luck
(With a little love and luck we will get by)
A beautiful day
The birds sing happily
Man that’s sappy
I’ll take luck…

Another sound
I turn my head
Now I’m dead
I’m lovestruck

Luck’s not much
Was all I had
It’s not so bad
I’ve got luck…

Taciturn
Unfeeling
Now I’m reeling
Is this love?

Now I’ve got two
Love and Luck
Now I’m stuck
At least I’ve got love

My Halo’s broken
Falling down
On the ground
Great, what’s next?

Now she’s there
Picks it up
I’ve got luck
As well as love

The Woods of Westermain
(Creative Genius or Insanity?)
Hither, hither, if you will
Drink instruction or instill
See the shadow cross the plain,
You are lost in Westermain…

You who wield the Monster’s claws
You who wield his truncheon saws
See the shadow cross the plain;
You are lost in Westermain…

See the shadow of the maw,
See the horror on hoof and paw,
Feel the shadow cross the plain,
You are lost in Westermain…

Trudge through solemn, dreary streets
Feel the burning mid-day’s heat
Solemn judgment, fear, and pain…
All is lost in Westermain’’’

There is nothing here to gain,
All is lost in Westermain…
Hate; the shadow of the Grain,
You are lost in Westermain…


Heart Still Beats
(Hey, look, a poem with a moral. If you figure out what it is, please tell me…)
They stood there, staring each other down
Through the dust and through the haze
Suffering through the longest nights
That lead to endless days

The apprentice stares his master down
Threatening with his eyes
Though knowing that he couldn’t hurt
His master if he tried…

I challenge you
The apprentice says
Now the circle is complete
He begins to grin with confidence
As his master feels the heat

The two combatants face each other
Fighting for the crown
The apprentice takes his master’s blade
And strikes his master down

Your heart is filled with anger
The master says to him
And for that very reason
You can never win

These final words now strike him
And melt his haughty pride
The apprentice cries in sorrow
For his master and his guide
For though his heart still beats with anger
A heart still beats inside

Wasted Chance
Sitting and pondering
the meaning of life
The joys and the sorrow
The pain and the strife

I watch you standing from afar
Shining like a fallen star

Your thoughts are off
On better things
Under your coat
You hide Angel’s wings

You’re standing through the gath’ring crowd
“Should I?” I think and ask aloud
But no, alas, I watch you go
Now I guess I’ll never know

You leave the room
Without a glance
Yet another
Wasted chance

Above
(Dedicated to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ)
Today old thoughts are stirred up
And groping through the haze
I find heartbreak in these memories
Of long hours and longer days

Though broken down and empty
The clouds give way to sun
And though my devil came and took me,
My Savior finally won

In these sad and dreary times
When the rains never cease to fall
When your life, devoid of meaning
Fades as shadows on your wall
Know that you are not alone
Shielded by his love
You’ve no reason now to fear this world
Turn your eyes above


Poetry
(A humorous look at creativity)
Some people may wonder how I do this
It all comes from the heart
The words have natural rhythm
Sometimes that’s the hardest part

It usually takes a draft or two
Or revision line by line
Then I have to search my memory
And make sure the words are mine

My writing should almost move you
With the rhyming’s ebb and flow
And I might not really mean all this
But if it’s good you’ll never know

This one’s just coming to me
It’s really not that hard
The only tough part’s finding
The perfect rhyming word


Premonitions
(For I know the plans I have for you;
plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you a future and a hope…)
I feel that I’ve been here before
But I know that cannot be
I know the things we have in store
The plans for you and me

There are days when I don’t have a care
Of how the world may seem
And there are days I cannot bear
When the sun just doesn’t gleam

I have no fear of what comes next
Though the future’s coming fast
The past and future seem like specks
Because this too shall pass

I don’t remember where I am
And I don’t want to know
I’ll just do here what I can
And never let you go


The Season’s Not the Problem
(Ohio winters…gotta love em)
I sit and ponder why I’m here
Limping through this shattered year
I, a man not known to fear,
Find these thoughts disturbing

And as the rain now turns to snow
I sit and stare out my window
Turning ‘round I watch you go
And now the room is empty

As I walk this broken street
The windows now devoid of heat
From this season I retreat
Back down into my hole

I want to leave this place of powder snow
But it makes the world so beautiful
Though now I’m feeling cynical,
The season’s not the problem

Atropos
(There’s nothing like complete exhaustion,
the atrophy of complete defeat…
Red Hot Chili Peppers, anyone?)
Sitting here in this aging town
Symbol of the world’s frustration
I don’t know now where I’ll go
To escape the population

I cannot stay, I have to go
Or risk such complication
That halts my leave and stays my hand
Victim of my own creation

I hear a noise, look to the sky
And there a constellation
Tells me that I must escape
This whole deficient nation

Everyone has seen this place
In all its desperation
Of spirit, body, soul, and strength
Devoid of all salvation

A Reflection of Days
(Atropos Pt. 2)
I write clever words on paper
But they're seldom put to use
Time now seeming faster
I start thinking to myself

What does this amount to?
What am I striving for?
So-called friends have gone away
And I find myself once more

Sitting in a darkened room
Striving for a cure
For my senseless wandering
I've forgotten what I'm looking for...

And so I've found Atropos
The source of evil's might
The root of every nightmare
And the blind man's sightless plight

Atropos, heart of goodness
Source of evil's bane
The thing that ceases suffering
And takes away the pain

Source of nuturality
The worst part of it all
For sometimes nuturality
Can cause the hardest fall

Names carved deep
Inside it's time-scarred walls
The names of those who've been there
And hastened to it's call

Atropos, though, is timeless
And far above the rest
Atropos is not a place
But an abstract thought at best

Live For Christ
(My Latest Celebrity Making Jesus Poem)
One night the Lord, he called to me
My son! My son! He said You see,
I have right now, a job for thee!

Tired from the day I said:
Be quiet, God, go back to bed
But then his voice rang in my head:

I am God, I do not sleep,
I’m the Shepherd, you’re a sheep
And if a sheep could lead all sheep
I’d let you remain asleep

Still not convinced I did insist
To remain a sleeping pessimist
But, again, he did persist

Come now, that’s enough of that
Then agitatedly I spat:

Go find yourself another fool!
I’m a single-purpose tool
I go to church, I sing the songs
I’ve heard the scriptures, I’ve read along
What more do I need to do
I’ve done enough right now for you

Then the Lord just sighed out loud
From up there on his shining cloud
Then closer to the earth he bowed

For once could you just here me out,
Its not you this is about
I opened up a sleepy eye
If its not I asked him Why?
Why have you disturbed my sleep?
My sanity I wish to keep

Then he spoke in a hev’nly roar
One so great I could not ignore
THIS is what I need you for!
Go out there and find the poor,
The hurt the tired and then, what’s more,
Find in yourself the tired and sore
And broken thing you call a heart
See I’ve healed your every part!

I sat in awe there in my room
And then I saw it through the gloom
A million all with shattered soul
There very lives as dark as coal
Though all were different, all were his…
So the moral of the story is:
There is much that you can do,
So live for Christ; he died for you

By the Way…(Biology class = Fun and boring. Written for a friend)
I’ve been hiding for so long
Behind a smile and a songs
But you have seen I’m not that strong
Then again I’m only human

For if you never laugh or cry
You never live
And cannot die
If you’ve never questioned time
Are you truly human?

(Don’t worry I’ll just make this brief
I know this is no masterpiece)

But whenever you’re around
It lifts me up
For I have found
The only thing in this old town
That continues to amuse me

And now, you see, I’ve got off track
So now to somehow bring it back…
I bet you think that I’m on crack
Ha! Didn’t see that coming…

I don’t really know what else to say
Hope you’re having a great day
And now I have but one cliché:
I love you cause you’re human

Angel, Won’t You Call Me?
My Halo’s broken
Fallen down
Down into the turbid sea
Of the icy blackened heart
That now resides inside of me
This winter snow’s what froze my heart
Leaving nothing else for me
To thaw it out with
Save this harp
Which plays a lasting melody

But it seldom plays its joyous song
And leaves me puzzled, and I can’t see
Why this world so threatens me

This day, today
I have found
I fell from grace
Onto the ground
Lost to help
But now I see
A beautiful figure next to me

A renegade angel
Earning her wings
At the sight my dark heart sings
She’s holding out a shining sword
Also the harp and another thing
The golden outline of a ring

My halo, broken,
Falling down
Was caught
Before it hit the ground

Quite the lengthy post, I know, but if you'd like to give some feedback I'd love to hear it.