The War Behind the Walls

Close up your ears from shouts of lies,

the enemy who calls.

Hold up your guard to well aimed darts,

ne'er random do they fall.

Resist the doubts of friends and kin,

when given silence, stall.
But most of all, beware yourself,

the one behind the walls.
For there is war, 'tis every day,

in apathy its grown.

When forgotten and ignored

its claims our very bones.

'Tis not out on a battlefield,

but in our quiet homes.

Its sharpest blade it pierces with

the whisper, "You're alone."

It does not come with horn or march,

but in the shadows spy

to take us out, just one by one,

so none of us may try.

We fall alone with doubt and pride

for never will we cry

or warn our friends, nor hear from them

while all together die.

For should we just but share our weights,

to hold each others hands.

Declare to darkness where it dwells

that these are not its lands.

To speak up and drown out its lies

reject its shrewd demands,

and let our closest allies know

alone, no more, they'll stand.

So now today, do not relent

to steel your heart and mind.

Draw close again to friends of old,

but also new ones find.

And with them all share everything,

and they will give in kind.

Make sure your honour and your hope

you, to your heart, will bind.
Close up your ears from shouts of lies,

the enemy who calls.

Hold up your guard to well aimed darts,

ne'er random do they fall.

Resist the doubts of friends and kin,

when given silence stall.
But most of all, beware yourself,

the one behind the walls.

The Ease of Diffuculties

I'll drown the seas in sound waves,
I'll break the clouds with sleep,
I'll climb the hills with broken feet
up cliffs that are too steep.

I'll follow down the forest path
that's never been walked before.
I'll only buy from free shops
where everything costs more.

I'll give up all the things of mine
that I have never had,
I'll give up all the happy thoughts
that always make me sad.

I'll speak all my wisdom
through lips forever closed,
I'll play the notes of silence
of songs that I've composed.

I'll say goodbye to dearest friends
whom I have never met,
I'll pay back all the debts I owe
on wagers never bet.

I'll wake up every morning
and give my body, dying,
to this life I'm living
or until then die trying.

I'll fill my plate with morsels
of every kind of fast,
I'll look ahead to brighter days
that have already passed.

I'll harvest all the crops of grain
that never have been sown,
I'll pick and eat the finest fruits
whose seeds have never grown.

I'll spend eighty years to do
what should take one day long,
I'll correct the worlds mistakes,
but find out I was wrong.

I'll join the war and fight for peace,
force freedom on the lands,
Bring justice to the people
taking rights from greedy hands.

I'll eat the sour honey,
the ice that burns my lips,
I'll travel all the oceans
on long past sunken ships.

I'll study all the history
that's repeating now today,
change nothing, for tomorrow
has happened now that way.

I'll ignore all of the things
that mean the most to me.
I'll try for these impossibles

that are easier to be.

The Cave

All Credit to Mumford & Sons.
This is their song entitled, "The Cave"
Its another one of those poems I'd write, but its already written for me. Its perfect for me right now. I don't know if I'd change anything if I were writing it myself. Without further adieu, Enjoy:

It's empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's hand

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you've left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I'll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker's hand

So make your siren's call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it's meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again

No Return, Full Return.

Let's talk about the weather,
local sports or the news,
lets just watch some funny movies,
or just sit in the pews,
because sitting is enough
when its too hard to stand.
I can't seem to find a rock
so I'll sink in the sand.
I'll just take from their hands
when they offer me wool,
push it deep in my eyes,
and eat their food to the full
that they've given to me
after first being laced
with the sedatives thick
so my thoughts are replaced.

That was then.
This is now, I've rejected
All the games,
all the lies they've selected.
And it seems every day to be harder to fight.
And then once upon a time comes a light.
I can see it up ahead,
in the distance
so I go full speed
twenty pistons,
because that little candle I will fan into flame
and bring the truth into light, lies to shame.

I find a whisper.
I find a flickering glow.
I will take them,
I will watch them grow
from a hush to a word until it comes to a shout
from a spark to a flame that sends light all about
and the flames tear apart every thing that I knew,
there is no turning back, I not going to be you.
You're the face that I see in the looking glass
the old person I was, unknowing and crass
who unthinkingly thought the whole world was for me
when that is just not the way it can be.

Give it to me straight, Doc

(Disclaimer: I realize prose isn't my usual, but then again, what is my usual? Oh right... writing whatever I want to. Then here's a little more of the usual. A clever little story about going to the doctor...)

I went to the Doctor today. He diagnosed me with Stage 3 Pessimitis.
Pessimitis is a disease that is hard to detect because almost everyone who has it thinks the symptoms are part of normal life. And almost everyone who doesn't have it seem to have minimal contact with those infected, due to the symptoms and effects it puts on the host.
He said I probably contracted it by prolonged exposure to other people who have contracted the disease, but it can also be caused by infected misinformation that lodges itself in the frontal lobes.
So I am pretty sure its contagious. That's why I stayed home today.
He said its not that bad though, although the symptoms range greatly, the number of cures seemed almost hopeful.
I was going to go out and get some Willpower, since he said that may help, but I didn't feel like getting cleaned up to go out in public.
Then I was going to call you and ask if you'd pick me up some Selfworth. I guess if you apply that daily, the symptoms can begin to disappear within a week. You were probably too busy to do an errand for me though. And I'd have asked you buy me some Rose-Coloured Contact Lenses, but you probably don't have enough money. They sound expensive.
I'd pay you back for them, but I still have that outstanding procrastination fine. I guess I could always pay you back later.
So instead I just kind of stayed around the house all day. I thought about the symptoms and what they were. I'd never heard of them before. I didn't really feel like doing anything at all, so I spent a lot of time thinking about what Lethargy might be. Its sounds bad, I guess.
And I was pretty sure I had read about Laziness back in high school when I did an essay, but those old encyclopedias are under the stairs packed away in a box, and they'd be too hard to get out.
So I went and stared out the window. Doc said if it hasn't advanced too badly there may be a chance my body could develop some positive creativity, and that could lead to recovery. I was gonna phone him and ask him about that, but I saw something glimmer outside on the sidewalk. I couldn't stop thinking about what it might be, and I felt like I had a little bit of energy to burn, so I went out to see what it was. Turned out it was a necklace. Silver, with a crescent moon pendant. It was quite nice. I saw a girl about my age walking away and I ran and asked it if it was hers.
She was very thankful and told me her name. She's new in town, and she lives just down the street. I told her my name. Then I went back into the house, since I was still in my pajama pants and a t-shirt. I wonder which house it is. I hope I see her again.
Doc said if nothing else works, I had better just hope and pray that some Serendipity shows up later on before it advances to Stage 4. I hear that can cure my condition almost instantly. I don't know how it shows up, but I don't think I'll need it anymore. I'm pretty sure I'm feeling better already. I think I'm gonna clean up and go to the store. Maybe I'll see that new girl.
Come to think of it, I don't really see how I could have Pessimitis. I'm usually quite healthy. Actually, the Doctor must have been mistaken. All of those symptoms seem like things I couldn't ever have. I'm a perfectly fine, healthy, young man. I don't need a physician to tell me what is going on inside of me.
You know what? I'm going to take these Anti-skepticism pills he gave me back right now before I take a single one. They probably don't work at all.

Count the Cost

I'm sorry but it's not just about your personality,
It's a little more about your messed up view of my morality,
I'd like to talk about your lack of touch with your humanity
because its seems that in the process you've lost all reality
Strongest of the fittest and the smartest always win you say,
I was thinking more of this specific line of thought today,
it seems to work until you take consideration into play
about the other people and the living things, the crazy way
it all seems to work so well and brings about a nicer life,
that's what it comes down to, but its seems that you prefer the strife
of overpower, kill and steal, on your plate with fork and knife.
What has rights? Whats the point? Let's talk about your wife.
Woah, I don't mean to be so personal I'm crushing toes,
Then again, getting straight to point's the goal, I suppose
because people seem to change their views when things are getting close
to home, so maybe you should put more thought in that, and not your clothes.
But I digress, back to the point before I was trying to make
I think we've begun to slide, making such a big mistake
Thinking what we want we do, and anything we want we take
That good and evils just a bunch of thoughts we made, that now are fake.


I'll tell you this and let you go, nothing in the world is free.
Every time you get your wish, you give up sacrificially
the only thing that will ever be a truly global currency.
Its life my friend. Just whose you gave, I guess we'll have to wait and see.

No Title

A poet can cast off the cares of this world,
fly from his fears like a dove.
But there's one thing his writing can not wrench him from;
and that is the longing of love.

(Random. Romanticism. Alliteration. Quatrain.
I could try and say I found this somewhere,
or blame its creation on someone else.
Or just justify it by some dry emotionless explanation.
But my blushing face seems to always give it away.
Sorry if it's too mushy for your liking,
or that you just don't "get it."
I'm sorry that you aren't a poet, that is.
And yes, the title is "No Title.")