Category: Poetry

I Won’t Walk Away

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Darkness falling from the eyes of
You who got me so strung up
Like a noose coiled around my neck
Hanging me there within these walls.
Under the control of your cloven heart it calls
For a sacrifice made of blood and bone.
Watch as everything that is is now gone.
Taken from us, lost in transition, we wreck
Our way through the fields. I gulp.
Searching for what can’t be found. Love.

If the green scenery fades away
What remains below, the sub-reality?
Relinquish the trappings of Heaven
Let me see your Hell. . .scars you hide.
If I can’t see where you stay
Tell me how else I can repay what was given!
To me this wasn’t a free ride
It was my only home in actuality.

Caught in this fairy tale of despair I halt
Looking back. In the flash of a lightning bolt.

Specters rise from the burnt soil
Singing their ghostly tales.
They don’t see a reason in all this toil
We’re going through. Great wind gales
Push us back, the whirlwind of Hell,
And I’m grabbing your hand all the same still.
Their sorrow floods the only trails
Leading us out of the serpent’s coil.
I’ve seen love and sometimes it fails
But not today if our hearts remain loyal.

The tears from spirits burn bright
And hiss like snakes. So hold onto me,
We can make it through. Don’t stay the same
But don’t turn your back on what’s right.

Even if we lose sight. Keep it straight,
The words you say and the things you do
Map out a constellation for the night.
Wherever you are, I’ll be there for you.
Yeah it’s going to get tough, we will fight,
Somehow we’ll come back if we stay true.
No matter how dark the night I’ll see your light.

Every day is a blessing.
Things change but some don’t,
It’s the ones that don’t that warm us up
From the inside out. Remember that cup
Of coffee on a cold Winter day. Count
It as a reminder for time passing.

We go through all this time side by side.
But do you know where our hearts reside?
At the core of our lives!
Even if you have lost track, I will decide
That I’m not letting go as I wait for the tide.

Grab my hand like a hilt of a blade
And look into my eyes.
For this love we have already paid
With tears. Love dies
After a long war not just a grenade.

Walk with me when we see the yellow Sun
Glowing just for us. Together we can run,
Scream our hearts out, and see that we won.
sa;bdry

The Crimson Tide

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Confiding thoughts relentlessly attack
The state of mind I’m in. If I breathe
I might see the fire go out, lack of air to heave
My chest from eternal stasis. It’s what I lack
And not what I have to gain that I find myself terrified
Of. But somehow every tear I cry is rectified
By the will in my heart to press forward with the pack.

In my silence my titles strip away
One by one like the death of stars in the night sky.

Around me my kin bare their teeth
At a unknowing gazelle. Hunger pushes
Them over the edge, survival instincts breaking in.
Sense and rationality sacrificed for no
More than the fire in our bellies telling
Everyone what they need to survive.

Take me out of this equation.
I’m a stone taken by erosion
Rot yet I seek my own revelation.

How do I find myself here?
Teeth baring, heart racing,
Every rational thought
Ceases from within.

But I pressure myself back
Maintaining distance from the beast.
This beast walking through my mind
As if on a stroll and I only know it’s smell,
It’s shape, it’s home; all of which are me.

My kin stare at me with blank eyes,
Glazed over by insatiable hunger.

White iris puddles get sweeter
As hearts grow ever, ever darker.

Lost in a scarlet scene I look to blue skies.

Tell me that there’s more to this story
Because I feel like a miner lost in a quarry.

Deposits of ore among the rock and dirt,
Gems to find and protect. Sweaty shirt
Taken off, dirty hands, and a heart
Made of stone. How do I depart?

Two illusions of the same life!
What does this serve? My God, my King,
Show me how I can walk anew.
Toss these rinds back and set off,
Ain’t no way I can stay sane here
When my memories eat away at my flesh.

Shadows of my emotion haunt me now
And I can’t breathe without them holding on
To me and my dreams. Can I show
That I am real not a plastic mannequin
On display? I found my own low.

Falling through the clouds of Heaven,
Forgiven and forgotten.

In a few seconds I’ll collide with the ground
And return to my home. Not for a pound
Or any money just curiosity.
I guess we could call it a necessity.

How the beast creates a grave’s mound
Isn’t the same as how people are bound.

Death doesn’t create brothers
Although we bleed side by side.
So many people lost fathers and mothers.
What for? Where does home reside?

Now that they’re gone, the world falls apart.
And all we need is brothers and sisters.
They feed us bullets until we depart.

Why brother, why do you reject my love?
Every second we walk away from the cove
Where our hearts bled. What path did you choose?

When I try to break bread. . .you prepare a noose.

If I must die tonight
Please let me make this right.

When the world is falling apart around you
Don’t ya cry ever for there is light in the end
Of your darkest night. Give me your hand
And let us see that tomorrow. Just let your pain end;
It won’t serve you, it will shatter you.
sa;bdry

The Fall of a Blade

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Spinning thoughts reel to and fro
Giving a constant sound to the carnage.
Some sharp words scrape to know
What’s on the outside. Escaping their cage.
Nothing more than a dark crow
Cawing at the moon. Begging for the page
To turn, abandoning the past so it may grow,
But finding every plea unheard. Rage,
Does rage ensue? Cast aside on an ice floe
Left to its devices. Somehow it will manage.
The world’s cruelty tells us just to row
Down this river when we try to disengage.
I let go of my desolate feelings like snow
Falling from the sky. The end of an age.

The blade of my beliefs pierces muddy soil
Sealing itself in a prison made of my own toil.
My heart, torn by the sight, oozes burning oil.

Do I pick up the blade once again
Or should I walk away for the rest of my life?
I’m sure a man sits upon an eave playing a fife
To my struggle against my flaw, my sin.
If I pick it up I will blind myself with glory.
No one will pull me back. It’ll be my story.
In my own hands I will either lose or win.

I really only wanted to make things right
But somehow along the way I lost my sight.

A dam I constructed to keep out the flood
That has been filling my mind with mud.
I let the sword drop to the ground with a thud,
Pick up what remains of me, wash off the blood,
And move along. For my heart is still but a bud.

Someday my heart might bloom to be beautiful and freed.
And the sword will return on that day under a new creed.
sa;bdry

The Mythic Sommerfall (Back to the Primordial Waters)

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Twisting vines chase the droplets of water
Falling from the eaves far above a chasm.
The song of an engine’s roar and sputter echoes in the distance
Unbenounced to the mystical workings underground.

Radical differences, immutable choices, lost faith
Set the way towards indifference. A land of desolation
And apathetic people. The creation of another wraith.
Mechanical aspirations sloughed off by natural sedation,
An elimination of artificial beings. Sleep away.
The flood gate of my mind bursts. Sleep away.

Strangling dreams do possess me as I’m awake
In this often changing scenery. I slightly choke
On a fear consuming me. Am I simply fake?

Emotions pouring forth remind me that I do feel.
I’m reeling from a realization, an awakening,
That I don’t truly agree with. I slowly begin to kneel
And cross my hands against my chest. Running
Hasn’t saved me from this world. Can’t get away
From this atmosphere choking me. So I’ll stay.

The vines constantly chase a magical beginning
Or perhaps an ending, a place to rest for eternity.
Away from sight, out of mind; the price of dreaming.
Afraid of the mechanical beast ripping apart the Trinity.

People. They learn to rely on the progress of design.
It doesn’t make sense why but they are willing to sign.
A deus ex machina. A reason to live free under an ensign.

Nature. What does it take to create? A sacrifice.
Take the beauty and synthesize it. Roll the dice.
What can go wrong? Throw a sword blindly and it’ll slice.

Compassion. Everybody is looking for someone
Who sees the light deep inside. Most of them are gone
But back into the game. All the same ’til what remains is bone.

I await the magical epiphany of this life to which I pay homage.
The world remains scarred, torn apart. Let’s heal the damage.
sa;bdry

The Weight of a Heart

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Forgotten days in a slumber,
No matter what I do I can’t remember
And it’s killing me on the inside.
Lately I kill myself to cope, my self homicide
Cuz’ I keep on breathing and screaming.
I walk a path of no return with bells a ringing.

Looking for some way back home
Where I don’t feel my heart’s wound.

A lazy afternoon tossing rocks across water
But every single one sinks without a skip.
My heart suffers the weight. Trying harder
In denial of the fear as I fall on a spear’s tip.

The Sun dips below the horizon with it’s own grace
Never concerned with reason. In this Season
Before Winter the days shorten. No long day race
To dissuade me from mending. Winter is evident of my treason.

The Summer burns away my false skin showing
A stitched up heart beating oh so slow ‘n steady.

I feel everything. This anxiety builds up inside of me
And at any moment I might just tear out my heart.
Soon the first frost will cover every bare nerve.
My chilled blood residing in my heart will circulate and start.

Old scars reopen. I remember everything but I must change from inside.
This time is my reset. A day I can find somewhere for my heart to reside.

All things change like the heat of a flame. Sometimes you just need a little fuel.
All things change like the heat of a flame. Sometimes you just need a little fuel.

A Deep Blight / A Friend Lost

by Desnei, posted in Poetry

Light, thin leaves fall from olden trees.
Months before Autumn,
A corruption takes hold as our eyes close.
Floating in an open dream,
Unsure of what’s reality
And what’s fiction, desires at hand,
Eternity’s gates open,
Time races by, life withers away.

How does one sip sweet ambrosia
To slip under the veil of lies, Lethe?
Shattered memories, forgotten days;
Forsaking everything for sole salvation.
What of trepidation? Immune. Oblivious.
A lifetime under the Sun and Moon
Scorned, forgotten, and lost. Why?
Darkness swept away the daylight
And twilight haunted the path.

If I could place myself right next to you
Would it be the same? A broken life to renew
But you ran away. Where did you go?
I was a friend, a comrade; am I now a foe?

Your lips touch the metal of the chalice,
My heart beats faster and faster,
A sweet liquid pours down, I roll the dice,
Praying to not lose my friend. Water;
Quenching your thirst but the taste ain’t nice
When all you drink gets sweeter and sweeter.

Tell me why this world falls apart!
You enter paradise and walk over the fire,
No idea of what’s going on. Does it fix anything?
Does denial hold you in the dark of night?
Swallowing deathly toxins, rolling in the dirt,
And walking away from the panorama of despair.
Does this make it easier? Does this satisfy you?
Nothing to grieve, no respect to give, no life to live.

I gave you a home, solace, and time.
What did you give? Or did you just take?