The Poet's Masterpiece

The ardent poet sits at his desk,
Enveloped in wholly solitude.
But he is inured to these long, lonely nights,
And assumes a jolly countenance.
The silence renders his muse to life.
Pulleys and gears in his mind churn.
His imagination lets loose a perpetual stream of knowledge.
His pen is his paddle.
His paper is his palette.
Words, images, and ideas flood together.
Until he has in his possession,
The essence of a
Masterpiece.

The Eye of The Storm

Here comes the sun.
The puddles have dried from underneath my eyes,
And the storm-clouds evaporated from my mind.
In earnest, I call for jubilation!
Convalescence at last!
But then I remember.
My fitful feelings are simply on furlough.
This is only the eye of the storm.
Knowing this, I brace myself,
Hoping of mitigating my inert emotions.
In haste, I foist my harrowing memories,
Banishing them to far-away corners of the mind.
I defend my self-esteem,
Behind impregnable walls and menacing guards.
A shelter to ignite hope.
Inside, I feel valiant.
For once, I am strong.
Alas, it’s all to no avail.
My attempts quelling the insurrection will prove useless.
The enemy attacks from the inside.
And so with a sigh, I’ll wave my white flag.
My fortress will crumble.
Hope will no longer burn.
The storm will engulf me once more.

Icarus, A Shooting Star

The horizon tucked in the sun.
As it shrunk away, the moon and stars came out to play.
The night sky became their backyard.
Comets skipped through the air,
Proclaiming themselves kings of the universe.
One young comet became too proud, too bold,
And ventured into forbidden terrain.
Having hovered too close to the earth, it was usurped from the sky,
And dragged ferociously from space with a roar.
Flames devoured its metallic body.
And then it crashed,
Exiled to the abject surface.
Now it waits.
Begging for absolution,
So that it may fly once again.

Westward Bound

The indefatigable traveler,
Wishing to appease his inner beast,
Sets off with a daring disposition.
An imprudent mind and an untamed heart.
Thirsty for peril.
In the shadow of a tranquil sky,
He ventures over boisterous rivers and lustrous canyons,
Westward bound.
Hoping to meet his destiny.
As free as the eagles,
And as capricious as the breeze,
He journeys onward.

Oh Love

Oh Love.
Why do you leave me in this disconsolate state?
Why must you turn your back on me in this way?  
It’s clear that our flirtation has come to no fruition.
I was once smitten with your succulence.
But now you are insipid to the tongue.
Oh Love.
I entreat you! Enchant my heart.
For once, let someone look upon me with reverence!
I rendered constant exertion to earn you, but my efforts fall on deaf ears.
For years I have prepared for your arrival with fervor.
And yet your existence remains a façade.
Oh Love.

Enveloped

Procure a pleasure so terrible; 
A liking to great pain and fear. 
Through this you will understand 
How it feels at the end 
To fall like the rain; 
The mind condenses. 
No way out 
Screaming for 
Night.

Twister

The sun bleeds in the twilight.
Smoke rises in the distance like a mighty wave.
The wind buzzes in my ear.
Terror sweeps the prairie.
Thunder bellows.
Raindrops plunge from the sky.
Yelling. Screaming.
Run, damn it. Run!
The clouds swallow the sky whole,
Putting the sun is out of its misery.
A funnel descends out of the sky.
An angel turned mad.
It expands, eating the land.
Tossing objects.
Sucking the ground dry.
Barren.
It glares down upon me.
I’m running,
But it’s too late.
I’m destined to be
Dismantled by the wind.

Child and Man

I stand at the crossroads of life,
Possessed by both child and man.
The child shelters himself, deploring criticism,
And seeks unquestioned approval
While pretentiously engrossing himself in his own work.
Meanwhile, the man listens attentively,
Embracing the gradual cultivation of intellect,
Understanding that he is only a student,
And not yet a master.

Center of Attention

The bright lights blind me.
Clapping echos throughout the room.
All eyes are on me.
Watching.
Waiting.

Sheepishly, I fumble the microphone.
For a moment, I am mute.
My body quivers like a hot kettle.
Words trickle out of my mouth insipidly.
Terror.
It drips hot off of my lips.

Applause.