Category Archives: poetry

Here is where you’ll categorize poetry posts during your field study. A minimum goal is one poem per week, 4 total, posted by Monday PM midnight. One of your four poems must be posted in a “Poetry Observed” video format (www.poetryobserved.com/). The goal is to perform your poetry in situ—within the context of your passionate immersion.

War zone

There is no escape from this mess of decay and fire,
the war zone has stretched its boundaries,
and the sky grows angry and red as the sun begins to fall,
and all the children sit and stare and pray with silent eyes that heed no one.
a trap of this worlds greed was devised ages ago,
when first heart did turn in spite of his neighbor,
the red flag was there but was never heeded,
and so a seed was sown and from it sprung,
all the hate and discontent within our fading hearts.

Memories and poetic bits

I still remember all the good times,
all the laughter,
love,
and the pain of thorns.

I remember it all,
pictures vividly dancing round.

I saw the tears stream from your eyes,
and watched them collect the light.
I watched Beauty sprout from sorrow,
and I saw the agony within the mind
of one as fierce, and captivating as the wolves we both emulated.

Alphas,
we ruled the pack,
how I do remember our analogies so well,
yet in the end It was not the unruly Beta that disbanded us,
twas us dear,
twas us,
we were are own demise,
our own ruin.

And now we step back and see,
our kingdom lost to us forever,
a new road approaching,
one goes left,
the other right,
separate paths for separate lives.
Though meet again we shall,
since all roads meet eventually.

P – Week 9 Poetry/Prose – “Everywhere and Nowhere”

Everywhere and Nowhere

As my journey closes I realize that space is all I’ve ever wanted and that I don’t want to feel penned in by place. I don’t need those markers to be comfortable. The simple fact is that I want everything and I want nothing. I want the fleeting and ephemeral and I want it to be a constant. Not as an unchanging presence but as a constantly changing presence, eternal in its ambiguity and beautiful in its uncertainty. I don’t want to stay the same any more than I want to have the same address two months from now. I have tried being comfortable and found it uncomfortable. Like Fiona Apple said in a song, “I’m good at being uncomfortable so I can’t stop changing all the time.” Change is the drug I crave and I want to travel lightly but always be prepared so I keep a toothbrush and passport on my person at all times because you never know where you might end up when you go out for a loaf of bread. The world has spoken to me and I answer with my eyes and my heart and now I know exactly where I want to be. Everywhere and nowhere.

P – Week 8 Poetry – “Personal Space”

Personal Space

At the start of this experiment

I worry that we will grow tired of each other

in such close quarters.

All shared spaces with multiple uses,

a clever design but with no eye to privacy.

As one week turns into three and then

a month and more and

there is no bickering or petty arguments

about who left the cap off the toothpaste

or on which side of the sink the soap belongs

I realize how ridiculous my fears are

because how can I get sick of my other half?

Best friends since childhood, attached at the hip,

even through long absences, twins born

years apart to different mothers

–there must be some mistake.

 

But there was no mistake and people come into our lives

when we need them most.

In him I have my brother, my twin,

and we are at home in the world.

P – Week 7 Poetry – “Longing For Space”

Longing for Space

I watch the clock and am waiting anxiously.

My bag was packed days too early and still

I shuffle and reshuffle my belongings,

only one suitcase but it seems like far too much stuff.

I want to be free and unencumbered and

flee in the night with only what I can carry and

this town has always been too small for me.

I am ready to leave as soon as I arrive

and I want to see the world.

When he arrives I am out the door and

not knowing where we’re going is part of the fun.

The big diesel truck eats the miles like candy

and I don’t look back,

the only things that matter are what I see ahead of me.

I roll my window down all the way and the wind

hits my face and I smile because I feel free,

maybe for the first time ever.

I lean back in my seat and let the wind carry me along.

Hh – Week 9 Poetry

This is a poem I haven’t finished yet, but I love it and will give an update when I finish it!

I Heard Sirens

I heard sirens

They wailed a song which could put my brothers in captivity and end them there

And here I stand adhered to the sweetest song I hear but I do not hold much fear

Because I am not there…

But I am out there…

I am the street lights and the pavement

Every crack and crevice in places

You couldn’t imagine and I wonder

How do I keep from going under?

How do I not feel for my brother as if I am there with him?

If we had been laid the same path

My life could have ended in an instant

But since we both started out as infants

Our innocence holds no difference

Hh – Week 8 Poetry

This is a poem I wrote based on Tupac’s “In The Depths of Solitude”, it’s in the front of my poetry book and I dedicated it to myself.

The Valley

I live in the valley

No matter the street corner, avenue or alley

I still live in the valley

In the darkest depths of my two parts

Where I am away solitarily 

Feeling the pressure of my two parts

Trying to release it momentarily

I live in the valley of shadows

But I shall fear no evil

Not even the one I know the most

Because my will knows no equal

Hh – Week 7 Poetry

This is a poem I wrote about monsters, which led to me writing a song about embodying the spirit of being a “monster”. I feel as though in society, we fear what is not “natural” or something that is different in any way, and we end up fearing who we really are because maybe in some way we’re what is considered a “monster”:

We are our own monsters

GHOSTS
VAMPIRES
ZOMBIES
ALIENS

What happens when the supernatural becomes natural…
When the INHUMAN becomes HUMAN
D e m o n s rise to earth searching for understanding
A n g e l s fall from grace…
We are the fruit of both creatures…
The product of both light and dark.
Taught to fear ourselves
No More
No More
Embrace the light and the dark
and become whole
No longer fear the unusual monsters
Embody the beast
If you are GHOST look to be seen and heard
But be not ashamed of transparency
If you are VAMPIRE seek out the light as much as possible
But embrace being a creature of the night
If you are ZOMBIE show your humanity
But don’t deny what makes you different
If you are ALIEN seek acceptance
But only from those who are willing to accept you as you are 

Hh – Week 6 Poetry

This is a poem I wrote based on Tupac’s “If There Be Pain” and a line that really resonated with me which is “My life was lived through falling rain”, which I feel is descriptive of how I look at my own life, living in Washington and having bad but also good memories within the rain. I tried to make it look as close to the way it looks in my poetry book as possible, also, sorry about the late postings, i’ve been trying to collect everything i’ve written together into this body of work:
I lived my life through falling rain.

Falling reign…
All hailing…
…A world spread missed…
The disenfranchised…
Collecting peaces of change…

Here I live…
     Within this reign…
The raindrops fall on my
Window Pain

The Fathers watch ticking
To the suns smile…

 

Music of the Spheres

 

Word comes through the mist / of music Sacred secrets spiral / vibrating voices Ascending / harmony is drawn from / dissimilar proportions Pluck the / stars and watch them vibrate / spinning round a central fire / Emblazoned circle / Embryonic state of soul spheres / Pillar of creation / Compose the scale etched earth / and father matter’s muse Play / strings, whose death god bodies / stone kissed movements of / evaporating form Adore the / sun under figure of black stone / Most brilliant luminary wisdom / Milk and blood of salt / First matter meddled Golden / ratios sing sweetly Saturn / frozen Salient and somber / Elements ascend smoke of / purest incense Churning / melodies draw auspicious / amber-citrine sirens upwards / Purest One Pure Stone / Effulgent under the sacred / circle stars of rhythmic origin / The immaculate soul of fire is / temple of diversity Mind and / music stand marble scales / Broken spheres stone celestia / Picked harmonic God bodies / from metal black abodes / Basal blueprints Decomposed / signs figured words motives of / the ages Sphera Lunae / Sempiternum Auxilium / Illuminated cherub of Ezekiel / scribed in sky Augmented / apotheosis Inverted virtue / Images of place and being / preserved in astral light / Suspended Sustained Death / Transfigured bodies blend earth / and Sky One terrestrial and / elementary the other aerial and / sidereal Ink across soul / parchment folded in on self / All is surface Harmonia / est discordia concord / Volatilization of the fixed / Fixation of the volatile / Shoreless ocean Fathomless / void Sacred Tetractys / magnificent edifice of scales / harmonizing heavens Rounds / of angels preserve the golden / stone Absolute Fixed Central / Complete and cyclic numbered / nature  Hieroglyphic theory of / composition nested within an / incommunicable tetragram / The name of the redeemer / Monad point source Dyad line / excess defect Triad plane Unity / Diversity