The Cries of Skies

Somehow, lies are more painful to some
Turn away... when faced with what must be done
Like everlasting peace, all such are truly none
Behold... storms of truth summoned forth to come.

Screaming voices, loud as breaking glass
Skies turn dark, as the night has been cast
Forsaken by life, one that shall not ever last
Seek not hope, for this change is far too fast.

Pale blackness in a clouded chaotic ocean
Desperation in twirls of distorted commotion
The absence of stars deprives the direction of motion
"Stand up." Accept the truth that has once been chosen.

Someone is born as someone elsewhere dies
Can it be that one must fall only for another to rise?
Plants seem to live... only with the cries of skies
Painful as it is truthful, overcoming all denies.

This sky will someday cease to be plain
Emerging back to the quiet fall of rain
Did you expect the truth long before it came?
Then... why wait for another storm to blame?




Writer's Notes:

This poem is now a semi finalist on poetry.com's International Poetry Contest!
I really hope it makes it to the finals! ^_^
I've recently heard that its part of the coffee table book Immortal Verses that will be published in Spring 2007!

The Untamed Beast Within

Inside, emerges a feeling so complex and untame
Bursting through every thought traveling through every vein
Finally, comes a stop to wondering when, where, or why this all came
Enraged and engulfed... I have become one with this pain.

I notice nothing... not the wind, not the people... this monster is all that I claim
For the time being, I have but one purpose... I have but one aim
The temptation forces me into the nether... I am to drive myself insane.
Looking up at the sky... lost in my mind... what am I to gain?

I do not wish to perish... I dare not play this game
Risking it all... whispers within me ask this pain for it's name
Hate, anger, despair, stress, envy, fear, shame and self blame.
This beast is too wild.. one that is too reckless for one mind to contain.


The paradise I once assumed is now a sleeping desert with dreams of falling rain.


What happened? Where am I? I remember a sharp black and red ray...
I cannot tell whether this desert is turning day into night or night into day...
Can it be that this beast has taken over... and is here to stay?
I notice the black ravens in the red sky... thus, I begin to pray.

I sense it coming from millions of miles away...
As if it were a nemesis and I am its prey...
I stand up; cold sands have pierced me from where I lay
My nemesis is behind me... Speechless, I have prepared nothing to say.

I turn around to witness my greatest deception..
Standing in front of me is my very own reflection!
"Obey me" he whispers, "The ravens will give you guide and protection."
I still cannot speak, thus I am forced to pay this demon my full attention.

One by one the evil birds come to my shoulders and rest...
This black hearted demon seeks only to be the very best...
Burned on my neck a black tribal symbol, I wear the demon's crest.
The birds lift me up and fly me far away, heading to the raven's nest.