My Sanctuary

My Sanctuary

Exhilaration feeds my mind
as I glide along in ecstasy.
I am alone, but jubilant:
I celebrate this loneliness.

Fear evaporates much faster
than this wondrous freedom,
and I begin to explore a new world.

Still in awe, I hold my breath,
hoping that I can stay forever
in this place of perfect serenity.

Here I am free of many things;
I have freedom of motion,
but I cannot talk.
I enjoy the silence, though,
and I love the freedom to listen.

My life is in my own hands,
and I am free to be me.

Quickly, though, my excitement fades,
and as I rush away from this world,
I wish my time here wasn’t over.

The surface breaks and I breathe in,
ready to revisit my bright sanctuary.

Is There Truth?

Is There Truth?

Is there truth in the eyes of the dying,
or do men deceive themselves to the grave?
Does the spirit escape from the body?
In the end, does it pay to be brave?

Man, the everlasting victim of self-loathing,
consumes himself and others to find liberation.
Pain, the only omnipresent phenomenon,
takes many forms to ensure annihilation.

Never once does the destroyer find life;
only the man who accepts suffering can transcend.
For evading misery is an impossibility,
but with effort pain’s power man can rend.

Then truth must be man’s ammunition
to use in battle against tribulation.
With strong spirit, precision, and tenacity,
man brings pain to subjugation.

Is there truth in the eyes of the independent?
Do the liars understand their despondency?
Does deception define all their essence?
Do they cause truth’s fatality?

Does the spirit leave the cadaver,
or is it lost within its host?
Is there just one earth for man,
or is death to life as ocean to coast?

The Clarity

The Clarity

The clarity is overtaking
my mind. With hands shaking
I find that I’m breaking
and blind, but I’m staking?
my claim on your love.

I see it all and it all
sees me. I will not fall
to tyranny. This ugly ball
of catastrophe is not as small
as Mercury, yet I have the gall
to make you my love.

I close my eyes to hide
from reality. I cannot side
with actuality. And as I abide
the eternality of the killing tide
I am thinking of my love.

Catastrophe cannot stifle
my power. There is no trifle
to tower what my life’ll
mean to my love.

I overcome my horrid fear
of loosing the one that I hold dear.
I’m choosing pain; that much is clear,
but bruising me will put me near
my goal, my one true love.

I fight each day to find my clout.
I see that life is all about
my glee and not my doubt.
I’ll flee no more from the devout
affection I feel for my love.

Go the Distance (But DoN't Say Good Bye)

Oops. I wrote this a week and a half ago, and I forgot to post it on here. Here you go:

Go the Distance (But DoN’t Say Good Bye)

Those two words are like a knife;
hearing them might take my life.
Please doN’t say those words again.
Just pray for my return, amen.

Your blue eyes can crush my spirit.
The ride is safe; No need to fear it.
Please doN’t cry when I depart;
the tears ‘re enough to break my heart.

Then You kiss my lips good bye
and we both begin to cry.
I tell You I’ll be safe and sound.
Instead of good bye, “I’ll see ya around.”

A hug, a tear, two steps You take,
then my body starts to shake.
I’m racked with grief, for I must leave;
we both have goals we must achieve.

Three weeks pass us by in pain,
then I drive on home again.
Three words escape at seeing You.
Four words return, “I love you, too.”

Flickering Flames Ignite the Fight

I wrote this one, but it's VERY different from what I'm used to. If you like my poetry a lot the way it is, I suggest you skip this one. It's somewhat violent and extremely edgy. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet.

Flickering Flames Ignite the Fight

(Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick)

Tick tock, say the clock once more,
then time stops as it falls to the floor.
My face is red and my fists are sore
and I’m shouting colorful words, galore.

The fire’s raging all around.
I woN’t stop till I’m on the ground.
I’m screaming yet I hear No sound
but my beating heart going pound, pound, pound.

My breath is hot. My vision’s clear.
My heart is pounding in my ear.
Adrenaline tore away my fear
as my body shirts into high gear.

I shout once more and raise my fists.
The skin’s pulled tight around my wrists.
I’ve Never been so very pissed,
and soon my vision’s red with mist.

The fight continues through the night,
for Neither one will take to flight.
I fight until I lose all sight
but I will Not succumb to fright.

I rouse myself and hear the clock.
Once again, it says tick tock.
The blackness fades, replaced by shock.
My heart is now as hard as rock.

With inner flame I killed a mind
now I’ll burn away the signs.
There’ll be Nothing left to find
of the man inside my mind.

(Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick)