Poetry on the Brain

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.