Shades of You
Vibrant colors fill my mind,
each one carries a piece of you.
I watch them mix and swirl and wind
always changing, always new.
White for beauty, pure and sweet
like freshly fallen flakes of snow.
Blue for sadness, dark and bleek
bitter tears of pain and woe.
Red for anger, hurt and pain
sides of you I rarely see.
Green for jealous tears that stain.
In you these have no place for me.
Black depression's muck and mire
crying as I hold you near.
Yellow passion burns like fire
whispers gently in your ear.
All the colors of the rainbow
Always changing, always new.
I smile as I realize
that each one is a Shade of You.
Huddled in a corner of
my mind I scribe my thoughts.
Poems full of truth and love,
feelings recent, yet forgot.
Trying not to feel the pain
words a jumble in my head.
Fighting thoughts of past mistakes
wishing sometimes I were dead.
I hear sound of pounding nails
as tears begin to freely flow.
Looking for the source and fail
as pain creates a crimson glow.
Searching, searching for the sound
rythmic, haunting, calling me.
The hammer strikes and shakes the ground
and from my hands begin to bleed.
Tears become a raging stream
sweeping hope and dreams away.
Is it real or just a dream?
The pain reminds me every day.
Hear the clashing, closer now
and I begin to understand.
As tears turn into rusty nails
I see the hammer in my hand.
Sail Upon the Wind
Dreams can take you anywhere
the only limits are your own.
Searching where no others dare
sailing far awau from home.
On crystal seas of mirrored glass
or mountains made of purest jade.
Sailing on as you go past
trees of emerald giving shade.
Grand adventures in your head
seek you out and draw you in.
All this while you sleep in bed
until you're waking up again.
Back into the heartless world
where dreams and goals get sadly shelved.
Until the night with sails unfurled
and deeper in the dream we delve.
All day long we think on visions
brought up from night before.
Days so full of indecision
needing just a moment more...
But nights are ours and every time
we must begin again.
To taste the breeze, to feel the sea
and Sail Upon The Wind.
Raw aggression, with no provocation
Anger, with no peace
Growling, with no voice
Ever Present, with no remorse
and only the rage remains...
Steel cannot break me
Time cannot restrain me
Rage cannot control me
Others stand in awe of me
None dare challenge me
Giants tremble beneath me
Even nightmares fear me
Retaliation is no longer necessary
...because I am stronger...
I stare at the massive
mound of earth, granite, ice and snow
before me and wonder what right I have
to disturb the silent beauty that has
made this place so special to me.
All my life I have wanted to climb
this miracle of nature and survey the
surrounding valleys and streams
from it's icy peaks.
I give the straps on my backpack
one last tug as I emerge
from the swaying grove of pine trees.
I turn to view all that I have
left behind and find myself smiling
as I see the snow-covered sentinels
cheering me on with upraised arms.
Each a work of art in itself in their
translucent armor that reveals every color
of the rainbow with every subtle twitch.
The first few hours are easy.
I knew there was no turning back
the moment my boot left the first footprint
on the mountain's slope.
It would seem blasphemous to scar
this masterpiece and not accomplish my goal.
The higher I go the more I must fight
to control my feeling of excitement and accomplishment.
I am actually doing it! My first solo cl