Monday, August 29, 2005



uncharachteristically....a non tag poem..

In  horizons of your eyes, answers loomed;
as westward sunsets blazoned evening skies
blurring  lines  where earth and heaven divide .
My breaths held long, as heart beats bate, attuned.
That  fluid  image guides me to this place;
a semblance of your face, your unheard sighs,
imploring  me to understand the guise;
assuring I'm forgiven my disgrace.
Your eyes that day, were hurt beyond their tears.
Truth ached as my  lies burned into your mind.
Truth  can be love, and love can be unkind,
 Illuminating lies, don't make them clear.
My words were lost before they grasped the air,
irretrievable  darts that hit their mark
plunging  our light into  sobering dark
that forced me on this road to guilt's despair .
The shadow of your eyes,  say they forgive
me of the sins I offer as my shame.
Though well within your rights to bear disdain;
your tender  gaze allows loves hope to  live.
Our paths are  wound together past control.
Our yesterdays are hidden in our pain .
Your vision  brings me back to you again -
to you , whose eyes alone, can drive my soul.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Workshop Poems

(workshop poem)


Twisted in the blankets of a night mare
Crying without sound for fear of waking sanity
The path of my visions wriggles through tensed veins
stopping at a heart in parataxis...

 If dreams are wishes  of the soul
and wishes  uttered have no chance  to live
How do I hold my urge to scream
when in hold of such a vicious  dream?

Billowy pillows become my bolstered strength
    sweven saved by the buffer of soft embrace

          I'll keep my hopes inside and hold my tongue
to give those dreams the chances to become. 


Gentle Feelings

How the wind can softly lift the petals
without causing damage to the flower
makes the mind reel when in the midst of storms
hungry gusts eat all they can devour
Your eyes speak of sweet promises and yet
there lurks behind their glimmer something fierce
Perhaps it's passion simmering inside,
unless it's something painful left unpeirced.
Some sin unspoken , some illicit mood
simmering there just underneath your calm,
excitement not with love but something else...
a pulsing that at once alarms, and charms..
A gentle heart with gentle feelings waits
where you instead push forward steadily
Will this be love in bloom or devestation?
Are you in passion 's throes...or love with me...?

Dreamsbyday 9.19.04


~~~~The Last Rought Draft~~~

Darwinisms aside...
I can't abide stoicism...
change is good...
change is progress
Cliches abound
take the helm...
bull by the horns...
brand new day...
Sighs escape
as examination
of a life of frustration
aggravates and depresses.
Realization reveals
I have evolved,
I understand perfection
is unattainable.

...but I think I am doing so much better
than my first rough draft.

Dreamsbyday 1/o8/o4

~~~~Flame of Love~~~~

Not starry eyed, these glassy eyes are weary.
No rose colored specks, no romantic teary veils.
No grandstand statements or grandiose lines;
No affectations meant to define,
a feeling not quite felt.
When fires burn within a settled heart,
dispelling myths that seem a part of "true" love,
flickers may flutter and sparks indeed may fly,
but nothing fantastic or visible to the eye will show.
There comes a quiet acceptance , from
the comfort of a smile ,or a gentle touch
or a tender kiss that warms you through...
and stokes the flames not to burst, but last a lifetime,
burning ever new.

Dreamsbyday 1.07.04

~~~A Planned Fall~~~

Hear the clicking of my brain
metered mayhem , measuring madness,
tick- tock , biological clock,
Swinging pendulum ,too close , too close!
Eyes mark , watch the motion
like a friendly ghost, going ,going...
gone into a new dimension,
under an unknown ,too scared to mention.
Undertones of an underworld...
lower ,lower, like a sickening limbo;
how low can you go?...
See the arch of a soul crack
watch that clock suddenly turned back
Harkening to yesterdays chimes...
precarious perilous, pitiful times!
Catch me please, if you have the hands!
None of this, none of it , was the planned
fall of one otherwise competant brain that stopped...
tick ...tock ...

Dreamsbyday 9.25.04


Awesome topic by :EtherealEventide:

~~~ "Delineation of A Bartered Soul" ~~~

True hell is a condition
without detail of destination .
We arrive in a place we never meant to stray
and wither away, from the inside ,out.
Self doubt and sanctity collide
we endure where only the strong survive,& trevail
forgetting the details,the truths
that once stained our innocence and youths.
Recompense for deeds of misery
take us down that path ,and history proves
the stains on your soul, can not be removed.
So a bartered soul drifts towards the gate,
wondering why the wait is e n d l e s s
forgetting that heaven was lost...before they left.

DreamsbyDay 11.16.03

Awesome topic by XEnigmalivesX

~~ Posthumously Yours~~

Dust knows no color no religion, no sex,
covering lies,or obscuring truth...It protects.
In blinding storms it ravishes, and chokes.
it gives us life, then, ruthlessly revokes.
We sweep it out as if to hide our screams.
It's face's form the shattering of dreams.
Dust settles, changing muddy the rain,
salting wounds, blighting truth ,ignoring pain.

Words of my days are scattered in the breeze.
whispered in the winds,on the sighs of the bereaved.
Settling on the sills of souls windows closed
shuttered by the stubborness you chose.
Now the words are otherworldly...
Now the feelings seem your own..
Now the shadows veil your blame, your shame...
Now you hear my pleading soul's refrains?

Ignored before ,why do you heed me now ?
Did you think I'd break your trust ,or disavow
some sad responibility I bore, when
I'd never done an ill to you before ?
Did you need to know I'd be without deceit?
Did you need to know your secrecy complete?
Did you need assurance I'd be without gain?
Did you simply hold me in that much disdain??

Here now,as dust, my raspy voice enthralls
You clearly hear, the words don't rise and fall.
Death equalizes words once held inside
Uttering what my living breath denied.
You listen now, my ghostly voice sounds clear
I don't provoke attack, invoke your fear.
Words come now from some ethereal plain...
Curious- that my words are just the same.

Dreamsbyday 8.17.03

Price Of Liberty

Price of Liberty  ( tag poem, edited)

Beneath that cheerful rainbow colored show
beyond the ashen smoked electric air-
beats the hearts of those who know the truth
brutal , painful ,and dediedely non pastel.

As eyes absorb the spectacle , some sigh,
casting thier glance downwards to hide the tears;
bombarding blasts mimic the sounds of war
sounds they wish they had never heard before...

Heavenly eyes can see the sparks and know-
thier patriotism fuels the awesome show.
While others shake and relive desperate times
do we appreciate their sacrifice?

In bright cascades the anthems dance with stars
obscuring mutilation, pain and scars.
Tomorrow when the smoke has cleared, will we
remember the honest price of liberty?


The Price of Freedom

Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Exploding Vision Of Light

Exploding Visions Of Light


DreamsbyDay:  Breaking away
DreamsbyDay:  as reality fades into sweet oblivian
DreamsbyDay:  and fantasy usurps  all reason
DreamsbyDay:  watching the pieces
DreamsbyDay:  of  a  constructive life
DreamsbyDay:  drift out to insanities pools...
DreamsbyDay:  Feeling  ahead
DreamsbyDay:  arms outstrectched in the darkness
DreamsbyDay:  waiting for adjustment that never comes;
DreamsbyDay:  A blind man in a blind land
DreamsbyDay:  pretending he can see.
DreamsbyDay:  Illumination comes
DreamsbyDay:  in exploding visions of light
DreamsbyDay:  but the sudden blast is far too painful
DreamsbyDay:  and the blindness is now
DreamsbyDay:  permanent.
DreamsbyDay:  Cleansing tears and fragments of  prayers
DreamsbyDay:  Seep through your ears, drowning your last
DreamsbyDay:  incoming sense...
DreamsbyDay:  Now you can cry, and not even you,
DreamsbyDay:  can hear.
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  .
DreamsbyDay:  end (unedited tag 5.27.o5)