Poems of the Self:


A Pledge

As I sit
Looking out on the crowded streets
I see the life around me
I see the changes that must be made
But who is the one to make the stand?
To make this ultimate change in the world?
Is it I?
It is for the strong willed people
To make the Stand
To enter the minds of others
To help them see
To feel again the spirit of life
To take the chance
And by God's will I will be one of them!
We shall make that stand for humanity.
But it will not be us alone
We'll plant the seeds of thought among the fertile minds of others
We are but the gardeners
The plants are the ones who will be the commended.
We are but the servants of God
The seekers of thoughts and words.



The Cave

I awoke from my world of dreams
For in the Cave I am free
For Thirteen wills it so!!!
I watch the world spin and know nothing of it
The seasons change and I feel it not.
My downward spiral into insanity
Swallows me whole A bleak child of a world gone mad
With silly problems and beautiful dreams
I grasp and grasp but nothing is solid
Nothing is real



"Sometimes it feels like it is all to much,
and the walls come falling down and there
is nothing but the shell of ourselves,
But we hold on to the last bit of our humanity, and
Go through another day with empty dreams."



A Chat

You talk down to me
I'm no child
You tell me who I am and how I am wrong
But I hold the face of my father and stand
You tell me you don't understand
I tell you its beyond honor and Ka, like a wind
You say I am rude
I tell you my day was fucked
You call me ill responsible
I grit my teeth and hold back the harsh words
You say I've jumped down your throat
I hold the butts of my guns tightly
You say I've got to learn to be better I hold back barely
I have my honor and my pride
I am beyond ye
But, why do you do this to me?



Untitled

The sting as the blade caresses the skin
The tears fall from burning eyes
The knife runs its destructive course
Blood flows freely over arms and desk
The tears have stopped
Pleasure and pain are in play
With each cut one darkness is gone
It's the escape from the inner tree of pain



Figuring the Spiral

If life wasn't a downward spiral
If I wasn;t something to fix
would you care?
Or do you need to figure me out?
If you think YOU can change me
You are wrong
I am a stupid spiral
Ka-mai/ The fool
Its just my way
The fool is me and I embrace it



Days

Some days I am okay
Some days she doesn't matter
Some days I think I can make it
Some days I'm swept up into the heavens
Other days I am falling
Other days the dagger is my only friend
Other days her memories are the blade
Other days I just can't go on
Today I am lost
Today I am alive
Today she hurts me
Today she doesn't hurt me



Untitled

Sometimes it seems
That I've got it all under control
That I might be able
To let it all out
But then I fuck up
I brake down
The walls rebuild
I know not what to say




WHERE IS THE POETRY?!!!