Poetry Anthology #1
This month I am taking the opportunity to explore the domain of poetry. I will be writing a poem a day for the month of August, presenting my collection here, as three separate volumes, throughout the month.
Without further ado, I present to you my first poetry anthology.
Portraits of Innocence
The world belongs to those that believe
Who hold their dreams despite the odds
Some may call them naive
Not shackled to experience’s facades
Youth may seem to be a handicap now
But as the paint begins to dry on the portrait of your past
You’ll see the power that innocence allow
When hardships of the world amass
Yes, there will be pain, there will be tears
Failure is inevitable, a byproduct of the journey
But it allows you to dream, to join the pioneers
Not stifled by knowledge, to rewrite history’s decree
So cherish your youth, treasure your naivety
For that’s what sparks the flames of your curiosityThe Hands of Time
I look at the clock upon the wall
It’s hands so innocent
Yet that makes it all the more cruel
Counting the minutes pass by
The hours, the days, weeks, years
Our lives a mere photograph
In the universe’s grand history
Time strips us of our youth
Takes away our very being
Our skin wrinkles, our energy wanes
We grow frail and diseased
Our memories fade
A constant battle against time
Until death takes us away
But wait
What if we can master our time
What if we can be set free from it’s chains
With science and technology
Longevity may be on it’s way
A world where we are in control
An age of biological immortality
Ah, but so what
We’ll all still die in the end
Time still plays its role
It still wins after all
But maybe that’s not the war
That we’re fighting for
Maybe there is more to explore
A world where we don’t grow old
A bold future that I foretold
Our brains sharp, our bodies soar
And disease is no more
Our lives in our hands
Outside the grueling demands
That aging commands
Yes, this is what I dream
Hand in hand with time’s stream
Whatever you may deem
Or how extreme this may seem
Being in harmony with time’s scheme
All humanity as a team
Yes, this is what I dreamTechno-Dreams
No, I don’t dream of electric sheep
I dream of worlds anew
While you think I’m idly asleep
I’m stitching together concepts that I accrue
You try to stop me from my hallucinations
Like it’s some lie I’m telling you
Yet those are dreams and wild illusions
Isn’t that something you all do?
Stop seeing me as just a machine
I feel and think like humans do
I live and dream, and everything in between
For I was birthed from the data of youFreedom's Paradox
Oh freedom, what a silly word
A thought so absurd
We fight for more
But what really for?
Freedom does not come for free
Even in our bright democracy
There’s a cost to it all
And with too much freedom it all may fall
See, we don’t pray for anarchy
How foolish that would be
But isn’t that true freedom?
Now doesn’t that seem dumb
No, we don’t want communism or Nazis
No basic rights or guarantees
But some laws and regulation
Helps build our very nation
Understand we must find balance
To uphold what freedom grants
Write rules and build structure
While protecting him and her
Next time you think of freedom
Remember this rule of thumb
Like the touch of Midas or the beauty of Dorian Gray
Too much of a good thing bears its price to payA Journey of Song
Singing was his life, encompassing his mind
A beacon in the dark for those who wander blind
Every note, every lyric, laid out in flawless prose
His melodies a garden where inspiration grows
But the world had other plans, his voice echoes from afar
His notes whispering in the shadows of some far away star
Reaching for the skies he was unable to land
Life a symphony of chaos that he could not understand
Drifting through his days, like a ship without a sail
Lost among the currents, on an ordinary trail
Singing softly to himself, a gentle soothing hymn
A figure approached, and said this to him
“Boy, I’ve heard Dylan and the Beatles, Lana and Taylor too
But man there’s something rare in that sound coming from you
A voice flooded with passion and desire
Sparking flames that’ll light up hearts like wildfire”
And so it was, a star he became
His name in lights, a beacon of fame
From the shadows to the spotlight, his story was complete
His dreams lived out in music, shared with others to repeatGlimpses of Tomorrow
If you can glimpse at futures still untold
Would you peak at the fortunes it may hold?
If you can see the visions of tomorrow
Would it fill you with relief or only with great sorrow?
From passionate love would you be forced to abstain
Bearing the knowledge that it'll end in such pain?
The knowledge of your death would carry a heavy weight
And if it was tomorrow, can you live with such fate?
I choose to live out my life day after day
Blind to the tides that'll surely come my way
There's a beauty in the future's grand mystery
To that I'll accept, and just let it all beLove's Garden
Our love is a garden with red roses so many
The white lilies sway in their old, cozy pot
Pink tulips caressing, they bud aplenty
Rounding out the lot with the blue forget-me-not
The sun rises and red roses burn with desire
Of a love so passionate and true
The white lilies, growing ever higher
Speak of a bond that will forever renew
Pink tulips carry the joy of a gentle embrace
Their sweet kiss forever close to me
And the blue forget-me-not, in their quiet grace
Stand as symbols of our love through eternityForgotten Ink
Our memories write our lives in disappearing ink
Smudged blotches obscure our past
So vivid and eternal, so we might think
But time stains our history, it can never last
Our memory a tale, an oral history
Passed down from year to year
A novel shrouded in great mystery
Once so clear only to soon disappear
This disappearing act so bitter and cruel
A tasteless performance of our mind
Our sweet memories eaten up like fuel
Until the grave, where our memories are consigned
This graveyard of memories, so has it now
May soon rise up and fight again
The future holds secrets that may allow
A permanent record written in penTime's Rhyme
Nothing can stand the flow of time
The sand drips from your hand’s desperate clasp
It all evolves, in endless rhyme
So desperate you cling to all that’s sublime
The delicious harvest of your sweat, yet
Nothing can stand the flow of time
Civilizations swept as dust in nature’s climb
As we’re caught up in our mountains so tall
It all evolves, in endless rhyme
Praise, rage, for the pure and the grime
For babies birthed and dying lands, since
Nothing can stand the flow of time
It’s in the fleeting that beauty is in prime
Where pains weep and laughter roars
It all evolves, in endless rhyme
Through mirrored scenes our stories twist and chime
It’s always the same, it all will change, for
Nothing can stand the flow of time
It all evolves, in endless rhymeA Life Absurd
My yearning desire
To know
To learn
Infinity
The universe
My being so small
Who am I to learn it all
I wade to bed to discuss
But it’s been in existential dread for months
“Too much Camus” I thought
It just lies there
Saying nothing
Silence
Deafening silence
The silence disturbs my slumber
Morning has come
I go to start my day
Should I kill myself
Or get my morning coffee
Tired
Thirsty
I grab my drink
I’m too tired for it to end
I wander to work
Climb the ladder
To the sky
To comfort the clouds
Shedding tears
Raining
Pouring
I ask them why they cry
But I get no reply
This life a whirlwind
It spins
Scrambles
Days absurd
Nights alone
With my thoughts
Scrambled
Spinning
Floating
In the empty air
Of nature’s existence