Friday, April 07, 2006

Poems, a bunch of them, from my dusty shelves.

Was going through some old stuff and found my old poetry. Thought I'd post them, who knows, someone might even like it. ;-)


1.


It’s raining,
the sky is dark
My hands are cold,
but inside
my blood is boiling
My heart beats in the silence
The beats become a melody
a lullaby of solitude
Night falls,
but I know
that the sun will come again
*
2.


The raindrop, glittering
in the first rays of dawn
Tears of a god
over the shattered Earth
*

3.


Somewhere up ahead
I can hear
the larks singing
I can imagine
the most beautiful things
There…
behind the walls
where I cannot see
Here everything is gray
A million colors, but still…
only gray
Poring laughter
yet only…
sighs
No crying, but
heavy tears
behind tightly shuttered eyelids
But I will
go there
I will venture behind the walls
and leave this grimy reality
for the mind’s eternity
*

4.


It’s raining again
Will it ever stop
this constant rain?
I’m freezing again
The cold winds of the North
storm in my heart
Soon it will be so cold
that my blood
might never melt again
Once again my tears have stopped running
My tears have dried up…again
*

5.


The heart shatters in a reflection
Souls die as no one speaks
In eyes of hopelessness such a sad mist
Who wants the sad little babe?
Its tapestry of life does fade
Quiet life, says not a word
Thinning thread is slowly weaving
The hours wait most patiently
Soon the weave has been spun over
Death by hair has been won over
*

6.


Forget the world
Silence the singing
Dry the tears
Let the fire die
Whisper words
so long ago hidden
Put the Earth to sleep
Truth is unbidden
Under stars the souls die out
Under moon the birds fall asleep
Let them be
and let it be so
*

7.


Eyes of glass stare out into the dark
Blind they still see more than most
Cold tears of frozen glass
drip slowly on the dream of life
Once, these eyes were alive too,
but for every day the surface hardened
Don’t want to see…
Ghastly humans
Dead eyes watch
the blood that stains the hands
of the living