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The Revenge of the Dead Notebook
Poetry from 1998-2003
No one hears me now
My cries and my tears
My hopes and my fears
All are turned on deaf ears
No one sees me now
The pain inside
My soul has died
It's all turned on blind eyes
No one loves me now
They've all gone away
None have stayed
I'm standing on my own
My friend, think twice
Though it's just my advice
I really hope you reconsider
I want you to know
No matter how low
My ears are always listening
Though you make think it's the end
Look back on it my friend
Because it's the hardest road to take
Think of those you'll leave behind
Think of those who'll lose their minds
With you not here with us
You may hate me for caring
You may end up swearing
But I will stand through it all
For no matter how bad
How much life makes you mad
I will never stop believing in you
Black stone monolith
Rising to the night
Carved names of fighters
Blazing a solemn white
A reminder of war
The echo of cries
Remember the hundreds
Remember the masses
Who are all gone
In the sound
Of shells blasting
My eyes get side tracked
When they meet yours
My ears hear music
When you say my name
My lips always smile
When you smile at me
My skin comes alive
When you touch it
My knees disappear
When they're near you
My palms tingle
Aching to touch you
My heart feels light
Just glancing at you
My mind is lost
In thoughts of you
My soul has given up
It's in love with you
It is truth revealed in tears
It is pain burning in fire
It is hope hidden by shadows
It is my soul when I am alone
It is hidden away
Waiting in the shadows
Hoping for something
Any emotion to shred
It is now a light
Shown in kind words
It is now hope reborn
By a comforting touch
It is now love
When you look at me
Inside I'm like a dragon.
On wings of moon lit water I rise to the peaks of imagination.
With eyes of dying embers I see what people really are.
With a voice stronger than the mountains I will be heard.
With claws of the purest steel I turn the pages inner knowledge.
I look onto freedom from this barbed wire
I look up to see the smoke of the death fires
I look down to see the graves of my friends
I look back to see my peoples end
I know that the guards will come at ten
I know the deaths will increase again
I pray that tomorrow's not my turn
I pray that I'll never have to feel fires burn
I wish for a savior to come
I wish for a person to stand up only one
I look onto freedom from this barbed wire fence
I know I'll end up just like the rest
I am a dreamer
Seen as lazy by the pessimist
They are the pessimist seen as a busy body to me.
We are different
I understand the problems of people,
They understand the problems written in book
I am the master of creativity
They are the masters of logic
We are nothing in each other's eyes
But what we would hate to be
I am the dreamer
Who understands the pessimist
There must be a pessimist out there
That might one-day understand me.
The perfect blend of feathers and fur
A meeting of predator and prey
A creature of air and land
Mixed in just the right way
One part wind like grace
Made soft by feathered wings
The other earth churning power
Made by flint strong hooves
Two enemies made one
With a lesson to teach
If these two opposites can co-exist
They why can't we humans find peace
Pen and paper are all I need
To tap into my soul
Hidden emotions and ideas
Told to people I'll never know
To take inner thoughts
And to show them to the world
To bring together people
With a few well placed words
Bearing my soul
For all to see
Letting in
People I'll never meet
In the silence of the night
When there in nothing between us
But silk and dreams
It doesn’t matter that my heart is breaking
When we are here together
Finally, together as one
It doesn’t matter that my soul is gone
In the soft glow of starlight
When the wind seems to hold its breath
All I want, all I need
Is in you
The problems of the day are gone
And the world is hushed
My ear hears the throbbing
Dull ach of need
Maybe is a world away
Tonight, now,
There is no question of right or wrong
The ideas of
Maybe this won’t last
Maybe we are fooling ourselves
Don’t enter into our minds
Could you hear it?
When you laid your head on my chest
The snap of an all too fragile heart
The weight of your trust
And belief in me
Has collapsed my poorly made will
I am lost in this midnight
Or am I lost in your eyes?
The waves of your devotion
Are downing me in doubt and fear
You trust in me is so undeserved
But I feel myself beginning to trust too
Be careful with my soul
I’ve lost it to your gentle words
Treasure the heart I have given you
I don’t know how much it can take
And while we are here
In silk and in dreams
Be careful with me
I’ve never been in love before.
Drawn
Like slow jazz song
I hear you call me
The dance is slow
But my heart beats fast
Your voice so hypnotic
Sweet music to my ears
A tempting whisper
And I am drawn
Like a falcon on a glove
You hold me to the Earth
But on your hand I fly
Chained but free
Your touch lets me soar
Wind carrying me high
Wings skimming stars
But always drawn back to Earth
Like a cat in the sun
I’m content in this haven
When the world is nothing
Where you and I relax
Even as time moves
And the sun shifts
We follow its trek
Drawn together by this warmth
Like a star from the heavens
I fell to your cloud
And landed in the safety
Of someone’s arms
Even in a fiery crash
And a blaze of glory
You caught my light
And drew me in
Like a summer storm
With lightning and rain
I feel such power with you
But I am at your mercy
Lightning striking my passions
Thunder in your lips
Rain in your eyes
Drawn by your wind
Like a garden in bloom
You capture my senses
With the color of your eyes
And the feel of your touch
The sound of your voice
Your scent on the air
A moth to a flame
To you I am drawn
Freedom is a good book taking you to another place where the problems of this world don't exist.
Freedom is time with friends talking about problems with school and problems with boys
Freedom is laughing at a funny joke about a chicken, a road, and why he wanted to cross it.
Freedom is a dream reached after all the obstacles have been beaten.
Freedom is dancing to music that no one but you can hear.
Freedom is playing a sport for everything your worth, and hearing the crowd chant your name.
Freedom is letting your mind wander into daydreams much more interesting than math.
Freedom is when the school bell rings, letting you leave boredom in your locker along with your homework.
Freedom is the guy your heart bleeds for smiling at you for the first time.
Freedom is the choice to stand and watch the world race by.
Freedom is sleeping in until noon on Saturday, and eating Mac and Cheese for breakfast
Freedom is the finishing touches on a five-page essay and hitting 'PRINT'
Freedom is watching your dog chase its tail for hours on end
Freedom is sitting in a sunbeam and trying not to fall asleep
Freedom is having the remote all to yourself and doing nothing but channel surfing
Freedom is watching the first snow fall, and hoping for so much that they will call a snow day
Freedom is petting a cat and feeling it purr under you touch
Freedom is playing Nintendo for hours and never beating a level
Freedom is watching icicles glitter in the sun like hundreds of diamonds
Freedom is hearing the birds singing a song in time to the rising sun
Freedom is watching the stars fall and falling with them
Freedom is knowing everything and telling no one.
Freedom is the only thing, besides love, that everyone wants
Freedom is filling the last bubble A on a final
Freedom is holding your drivers license and wishing you could retake the picture
Freedom is doing what you do best, and not caring what others think about it
Freedom is standing inches away from the speaker of your favorite band, and having a good excuse for ignoring your parents the next day
Freedom is lying in his/her arms and feeling only where your bodies touch.
Freedom is finally listening with your heart and telling your mind shut up.
Freedom is having the time for yourself and finding the things that make you free.
You keep my heart from breaking
You keep me from forsaking
You keep my dreams from dying
You keep me trying
You give me the courage to try
You give me wings to fly
You'd give anything for me
You give me love unconditionally
You and I where just friends
You and I never thought of this
You and I changed it with one kiss
You and I were more in the end
You will always love me
So it's no longer you and I, but we
You can't deny it any more
But it's something you're not sure about
It's like embers that won't die
He's all you think about
He's all you want
In you dreams he is your
And you are happy
Your heart bleeds tears of love
Your heart is chain by this longing
Why can't you break free
Simple he is not yours
When you tell him, you will at last be free.
Gray like the color of gunsmoke
Eyes that glow like living embers
Wings sheath in silence
Gripping feet tipped with daggers
These are the elements of a nightmare
A jay screams its alarm
The field erupts in a flurry of wings
But the warning comes too late
The nightmare has struck
The forest is quite
And the nightmare rest
Until it rises again
To terrorize the dreams of its prey
Look at love as a canvas
Boring and dull when blank
But touchingly beautiful
Once two artists take up the brush
Taking the chance
That it may be a masterpiece
Lasting for all time
Or a disaster
With paint thrown on
Never looking quite right
Two artists take the chance
Adding garnet red desire
A slash of cobalt blue trust
Swirled with pearl white tenderness
Splashed with sun yellow happiness
Adding one last stroke
A final, perfect color
Bright serene gold
Blinding all with the color of
True love
Now the canvas
Once bear with loneliness
Dances like the northern lights
With the colors of love
Showing us how powerful
And yet how simple it is
Two people took a risk
Took up a brush
And painted their hearts
In each other's eyes
Never halting a stroke
Or leaving out a color
And never have two artists
Ever been happier
With a work of art
I want to understand why?
But you just turn away
You just do more
Hoping it will easy the pain
I know you're lost
So I offered my hand
But you just turn away
Why do you do it?
I ask it again and again
Are a few moments of nothingness
Worth an eternity of pain?
But you just turn away
Can't you see I'm someone who cares?
I want to help, and I've tried
But all I see is that stoned look in your eyes.
What kills more?
Words or the sword
What hurts more?
A gun wound, or an insult
What scars more?
A burn or harsh words
What makes more people swoon?
A kiss or a lover’s tender words
What makes us laugh more?
A comic or a well delivered joke
What is mightier?
The pen, or the sword?
Tell me sky
Why do you cry?
What makes you pour your soul
Onto us?
Tell me sky
What are you hiding?
Behind those gray low hanging clouds
That cover the sun for our eyes.
Tell me sky
What is beyond you?
Who looks onto you from above?
And wonders
Tell me sky
Tell me.
To the one who helped me write
To the one who gave up all those Thursday nights
To the one who helped my creativity flow
To the one who made my writing glow
Thank you for listening
To the one who read every poem
To the one who said they'd soon be in every home
To the one who gave me all those web sites
To the one who turned on the writing light
Thank you for giving me a chance
To the one who let me do what I do best
To the one who helped out all the rest
To the one who said we'd get published
To the one who made it all true
I thank you
Truth can hurt
Truth can heal
I am searching
Looking with unbiased eyes
Where is my truth
What is hidden from me
Who holds my truth
Where will I find it
Am I hiding from it
Or is it hiding from me
Where is the simple truth
Is it lost in the annuls of time
Waiting for a searcher
Who has made it past
One who can see all
Love all
Hate all
To revive in others
The truth
