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How am I?I don’t know. I’m fine.
The same as I always am,
I don’t think I’ve ever been anything other than,
The Great GatsbyValley of Ashes
"This is a valley of ashes-
A fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat"
And DR T. J. Eckleburg you'll meet
Giant eyes rimmed by glasses
Watching over a field of ashes
People come watched by the eyes gaze
Willingly entering an affair
Unknowingly entering deaths lair
The path ahead obscured by life's haze
People go watched by the eyes gaze
Turned to dust by flame and fire
Through this valley journey the dead
From this world they are led
From this world of fame and liars
Turned to dust by flame and fires
Gatsby and Daisy
He bought his house so that he might,
See the girl with the green light
To his parties many do flock
Except the one from the end of the dock
Across the ocean, across the bay
Until along came Nick Carraway
For tea she came neath skies not blue
Then his dream at first came true
To his house she would come on a whim
Until she could not say "I never loved him"
From the hotel she did then flee
Then Daisy and Gatsby never coul
The LighthouseThe Lighthouse
The lighthouse, the silent watch, the guardian of the sea,
the eternal guide upon the rocks.
High on the cliff side stands a weather beaten sign
for those who would wander far
from the lands they knew.
The wind. The sea.
The rain blacks out the night
but the ever present lighthouse light does forever shine
And cuts through the fog of weather and mind
bringing back the sailor homeward bound.
But feet along a path of rock and stone do tread
A keeper of the light
one who stands behind the shade and
casts the light to sea.
Skyline MuseSkyline Muse
vistas of sylvan charms
cross my vision as we drive through art,
a mural of green flags
across a watercolor(ed) canvas.
with her arm out the window
the wind holding her tresses
in a tempestuous tenure,
she looks back at me
and flashes her beaming smile
as we drive towards the peak
aiming to hit the highest mark.
the gravel road rolling under turning tires,
we move up and up,
the sun falling the higher we go.
we always envisioned arriving here at sundown
and it’s yawning now,
so it’s only a matter of time
before it must tuck itself in for the night.
so when we reach crown of the mountain
and park the hardtop near the edge of the crest.
jewel encrusted skies tease auburn blankets
as the stars are finally materializing incarnate,
it’s almost heavenly to see the body
merge from fervor markers to cool ink.
the draft was a signal of the art just beginning,
feet moving across clay as we dangle soles
over the edge of the earth as the day
puts on its hoodie
The Black CatThe alley cat
A stranger to all
Wants only to mind his business
When he walks the streets
All he searches for is his next meal
He feels a leg
And a child falls and cries
The mother takes her annoyance out
By kicking the animal
The stray cat
Is given no love
He can press his face
Against anyone he wants to
And still have no affection in return
Ere he knows
A man he follows
Begins to fight another about
Who is blind or idiotic
And then speak with their fists
The little cat
Fragile like glass
Has the world against him
He can act as he sees fit
But continues to seem to err
Someone shoves him onto the road
Only for him to survive
For the machine that could have taken him
Collided with another
The black cat
Was only misunderstood
I saw him ev'rytime I walked
To my favourite venue
Then I learned his one day at a shelter
Where he was killed without question
Shame on all of you
All he wanted
Was what we give each other
Good-bye, dear friend
As I lie upon my bed
Trying to forget a conflict not demanded
Listening to music to relax my mind
With my lover at my side
For one second I closed my eyes to slumber
And my mind drifted to things it remembered
To forget a problem it could not understand
It seemed that more than one voice was speaking
But I could not place them, even one
They spoke of things from beyond my time
Of mythical objects larger than the African elephant
Creatures with strange names and stranger shapes*
Of lost cities under the ocean
Wherein those strange creatures dwelt
I sat listening and began to shudder
For one voice was deeper than the others
And it warned of the revival
Of things existent long before man evolved
intentyou didnt mean that
dont say things you dont mean
things like that
theyll catch up to you
your heart isnt the only one hurting
so dont try to hurt another
its probably already been done
but it still hurts
you meant it?
i dont think you did
you wouldnt mean something like that
you wouldnt feel something like that
how could you say something like that
you loved her
i still do
i know it didnt work out
it ended pretty badly actually
to be honest id hate to be you right about now
but dont just
pass that onto someone else
that horrible feeling
is it only mine?
what do you mean its her fault?
are you listening to yourself?
you sound like an idiot
a cruel idiot
why would you say that
where is your heart
look what youve done
look what youve caused
this didnt have to happen
it didnt have to be like this
it didnt have to end like this
things could have been different
The line between life,
is quite thin.
They both steal moments,
from your precious soul.
And allow time to tick,
Life's first plaintive cry,
was stolen from death.
We were all never to breathe,
Humanity had to strike his hand,
for him to lose grasp.
still in slumber,
into the rough hold of life.
It is then,
from our once eternal slumber.
We draw our first breath,
Unlike Death's sweet embrace,
Life's is rough and painful.
We jump from her,
to run back to a sweet embrace.
we see Death as he looms.
he hushes our breath,
stills our tongue,
and closes our eyes.
And we sleep.
I love you
I know at times we have not been close
But I am glad that we are getting closer
I know that you have gone through a lot of stuff but I just wanted to tell you that I am proud of you that you got the courage to do what you had to do
I am glad that you are finally happy
I love you
You are not a loneHey you
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You may be going through some hard shit and you think no one in the world is going through some hard times
But I bet if you ask anyone they have gone through the same thing or maybe worse
I just wanted to let you know that you are not alone
You do not have to go down a road that I went through
Don't pick up that bottle or the pills Don't use a razor or think of suicidal
Right now you might think that no one will give a fuck if you take your own life
But I bet plenty of people will care even if they do not act like it
I just wanted to let you know that you are not a lone
It will get better I promise might take a while but it will
It might also get worse but it will always get better
You are not a lone
A kick in the headYou blossomed into a flower - a small and frail flower.
You were a nice flower, I guess; I've seen prettier.
But you had such a simple, plain pattern
That it was almost refreshing to see you.
You captured sunshine for the first time.
You sung a little tune each day
(even though you were practically tone deaf).
I didn't mind though; you were happy.
Time seemed so painfully ethereal
You wilted and bled into the dirt.
Digging down exponentially to where you thought you belonged.
You swear to yourself to never see light again
Because its loss hurt more than staying in the dark.
A whispered exclamation of surprise
From my lab partner all semester.
“You look really pretty without your glasses.”
The words fall from his lips
And hit me between my eyes.
I do not see them coming
Anymore than I do the computer screen
Until I put my glasses on and blink.
The words rattle in my head
they ring in my ears
and sit in the annoying scratch on my left lens
as I stare at my spectacled reflection.
I hear only insults,
Gasps as something is just discovered,
As if my beauty is enhanced by blinding myself.
I do not look that different,
I do not become unrecognizable when I put them on,
Or take them off,
As if they are some superhero mask.
How is it though, that this supposed compliment,
Is always said with an exclamation of surprise
And new found knowledge,
Like I am not pretty with them on?
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