Here are some poems that have been expelled from my tumultuous mind. This is an excellent tool for clearing the mind and getting in touch with my feelings.
To The Goddess of the Night
When I close my eyes, the visions they see
So focused on you, lie misdirected
But I long for sleep, in dreams you’re with me
Your visage is in my eyes reflected.
Oh Nyx, whose movements turn the pitch black bright
Grant me audience to your lunar show
Remove the clouds with your radiant light
So I may bask in the warmth of your glow
I feel so blessed and unafraid
By musing on you in the sunlight day
When in the moonlit nights your flawless shade
Shines through sleep and in dreaming eyes you stay
Allow me passage to your midnight shores
To enjoy dreams that never awaken
And to allow a kiss from lips azure
proves truly a poor heart has been taken.
To The Mortal Confused
Pry open your eyes and tell me what’s seen
Ever confused and yes, misdirected
And I’ll speak of love and what may have been
To prove your vision is indeed infected.
I am shadow and turn the days to night
Born in darkness and blessed with this glow
I breathe nightmares to eyes clenched so tight
That their tears polish the path of your show
Fear me, naturally your thoughts betrayed
They grow inside you, in me they decay
Ill fated lover, you've failed your crusade
Blinded, this beckon has forced me away
Only one passage brings you to my shores
And from that dream you will never awaken
An eternity in my arms you’ll endure
And through these lips, your life will be taken.
Tomorrow Hides Itself In Yesterdays Shadow
Is this my fate to be masked in darkness?
To dawdle through days like a restless shade?
To sunder my defense and be heartless?
Or grovel before you cold and afraid?
I recall the clamor of crow faced birds
that tempted me with tales of fancy dreams
It is not the earth that claimed me, but words
and dizzied my perceptions with their schemes
Faulty projections, untidy ideals
a churning restless drive to be wanted
burned away, unearths what was concealed
and leaves my memories to be haunted
So I project, my heart on tomorrow
where the green of spring gives itself to air
and yesterdays cast a saddened shadow
onto what was once so alive and fair.
Allow me to atone, to redeem light
to bask in the glow of a present true
and leave the melancholy to the night
so my heart can find its way to you.