Friday, September 29, 2017

Discouragement

Discouragement

The thoughts of one person
Can contain millions of things
Yet how is it
That most everyones thoughts is ruled by a very similar king
As the authority in our minds
Comes thoughts of failure and defeat
Robbed in purple, comes discouragement, hopelessness, and every possible retreat.
Like a leech in a blood-drought you suction
To the nearest possible attention and assurance
Someone must tell you you're worthwhile
Or the king will rule for good
Every outlet you look for assurance in yourself
Every chance you take to prove yourself well
Yet the crowned thoughts always follow, all the while you know that your only seeking to paint an empty shell
There are rules you must follow in this kingdom, and laws you must keep
And if you do not, the authority comes back, with punishments to reap.
There's always the fight to overpower the authority
That seems so common among us all
However it always seems the more we fight, the harder we fall
In the end, the thoughts of one person
Can contain millions of things
Yet how is it
That we only imagine a king

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Travel Poems

I've seen
To: The Places I've Been
To the places I've seen! 
From man made, slave made,
Through Gods beautiful scenes.
How can what these places display
Change a single thing?
The eyes are connected
To the mind, heart, and soul. 
But the greatest blessing of all my friends
Is that our eyes have yet to be full. 


Dearest Europe
Dearest Europe,
Dearest France,
Dearest History, and dearest chance,
I write this letter to tell you all
of my experiences with you!
You have taught me of happiness, despair, war, and blood,
romance, legacy, and depressions caused by the spud,
You bring wonder to the eyes of the beholder,
and understanding to the eyes of the dreamer,
You leave tears in the eyes of the tourist,
and hope in they eyes of the equalist.
You leave the American envious,
of a world that is clean, bright, and fast.
It may be true that you have the sophistication of royalties and philosophers,
With chance having woven it's fingers into your enchanting tapestry of the past,
But there is just a bit more wonder, in the steadfast pioneers, who left your country, to make their own.
From, your faithful enthusiast.

I've seen #2
I've seen incredible wonders of nature
I've seen Gothic cathedrals, God through architecture and song
I've seen the graves of those people
who have left stories stronger than death, and legacy's that have been picked out for every wrong.
I've seen lushes endless mountains, that wave upon green hills.
I've seen the tireless ocean, wash upon the cliffs and beaches,
and square rocks formed by constant swills.
I've seen those things that time has tempered, the things that become more valuable throughout the years.
I've seen empty castles full of invisible stories,
and ceilings brimming with symbolism, crafted into impossible dome-shaped spheres.
I've seen things that not only fill the eyes, but scents, and sounds that fill every patient soul.
I've stood in places where others have stood at their last, as a learner, perceiver, and replicator of how they fulfilled their roles.
I've stood in places that for miles I've climbed, for the chance to say where I stood.
With all the places I've seen, it's hard to say whether or not they have made me genuinely good.

But, this I know; that I've seen them, and that is all.


To see the past
The past is what changes the future to what we live in right now.
To see where the past took place, to see portraits, history, and culture twisted in legend, it answers many futures of why's and how's.
To live, breath, and hear in the surroundings, to truly see what you have seen
leads to curiosities that are endless, and attention that becomes more keen.

It makes a person wonder if you can look upon your life
as you do an artifact, or a museum display
or upon an ancient war hero,
even if you look upon it day by day
could you strategize your war tactics,
or make connections to causes and effects
could you look upon a historical figure
and see your face reflected back
can you see the trials of history
and obtain what it was they lacked
can you simply forget your own sins
when you visit the places that carry them?
To see the past, is to see the future,
and history, we must never condemn.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Questions

Questions asked, life forgotten
A doubt release at the end of a pen
Confusion sought, and pin-pointed
We find peace in asking questions
not only answering them.
Sometimes our purpose seems so clear, our ideals so pure.
And then we hear, see, observe, and we aren't so sure.
Suddenly we need answers to questions, and we need the now!
But since your intentions and ideals have been flipped
There's no strategy, no value, to base the answers on.
Our hearts, our souls, our feelings seem to get in the way.
With one comment from the others
your understanding of night quickly becomes your understanding of day.
We all want what's right, we all want what's good,
yet how can we discern?
If night becomes day and if intentions ideals, are only sometimes pure,
For the truth, how can we not yearn?