Waste

My days are numbered,
With every minute,
Every step,
Every breathe.
With every passing moment,
Death comes closer,
Preparing to lunge its icy,
Cold,
Dark,
Bony hand,
Into my heart,
Into my soul.

While I take life forgranted,
While I sit here and watch life go by,
I'm wasting my life,
I hide behind myself,
Never doing what I want,
Too afraid of the consequences.

Although I know the consequences of continuing the way of life I live,
To pay the debt that all men pay before the time has come.

A Deeper Look

This is another poem out of my earlier works from years ago. I again hope you enjoy.

What is it all for?

Life?

Happiness?

Fulfillment?

We crave more,

Search for it,

Work for it,

Greed for it,

Kill for it.

Why must something so needed,

Be something so feared and hoarded.

We all have it,

We all always want more.

Horror, thy name is money.

Room With No Furniture - Adrienne Allmen

Spent moments in bed, on a couch and chairs
But once moments spent in a room with not one of these
No furniture at all
Just our starkness there to warm and light the room
A new light shone upon our fate

In the middle,
Nothing concealing this moment of truth,
Aware of the space in which we lay

Poetry wrote itself that night,
Lipstick pages in my book
Drawn images of your body, my thoughts
Verse by verse

You’re an elegant creature, beauty is sublime
Strong and subtle
I step back for this moment to obverse it, raw
The vision I see is a statue in time

The shyness of our emotions blending with the walls and floor

The room became us.

We were the walls, the windows, the doors and floor
The ceiling and sunlight shining through
Bouncing off the edges, brightening dark corners
Softening the room

Softening our gaze
In which we were consumed

By Adrienne Allmen : New Classic Beauty : http://www.newclassicbeauty.com/

Hidden Beauty

This is a poem I wrote several years ago. This is very indicitive of my the style of writing I began with. I was really wanting to find and post this poem because of this and I think it`s one of my few earlier poems that isn`t really just the angsty ramblings of a little teenaged boy. This is one of the reasons it has taken me so long to do a post, the book with my original poems written in it was packed away and I have been trying to hunt it down. Clearly I have been successful. Please enjoy.

On a high road,

Outside of town I walk.

High upon this mountain road,

I look down into the valley,

Into the city.

A city in the midst of night,

The thousands of lights,

Glimmer,

Shimmer,

Shine,

Illuminate,

All up the other mountain side.

A man-made beauty.

Only some can comprehend it,

Others find it appaling,

But as I stand here,

Looking down and then back up,

Up the other mountain side,

Up through the sky,

Up to the stars,

Up to the moon,

I start to think I am seeing a reflection in a still lake.

Update II

I am very sorry about the lack of updates recently. I have had a lot going on and have been unable to keep up. I will be paying more attention going forward and I will start putting up some new posts starting tomorrow. Again, I am very sorry for being neglectful but I thank you for your patience and understanding.

Jason