Category: Poetry

Ildsjel –

1. A fire soul.

A fire burns,
A fire burns so bright.
A warm color of red and orange.

Where there is darkness,
the fire illuminates.
Where there is fear,
the fire leads.
Where there is unrest,
the fire calms.

A fire burns,
inside of you.
A fire burns,
inside of me.

Days come when the fire,
may be put to ash and smut.

And the darkness,
blinds.
And the fear,
misleads.
And the unrest,
angers.

We can watch,
as glows and embers pass by.
We can hope,
as torch bearers draw near.
We can rest,
as familiar faces are lit up in the dark.

Afraid to move into the darkness,
lost and confused as Kurtz on the sea.
Waiting for the day for our fires,
to be set aflame again by those who bear torches.

Those who bear torches,
that travel in the dark to find:
those who are lost,
those who are hopeless,
those who are in turmoil.

Those who bear torches,
who will keep their eyes open,
who do not lose hope,
who believe in others,
An ildsjel.

As a kid I always looked towards the sea.

A fondness of water and dreams of what to be.

Maybe a captain of a ship out to explore and see.

Those days are all long past and just a memory.

 

As an adult I always look towards the land.

An ideology that separates me from what I planned.

I loved the sea and over it now I stand.

Those days of being kid are gone, now I am a man.

 

A man who misses home.

A man at sea.

 

 

 

Inspired by: Shel Silverstein’s work by the same name, “Where  the Sidewalk Ends”

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins
And there love and courage mends what hate creates
And there hope and sacrifice defends what hate debates
And there truth and honesty amends what hate narrates
To cool the societies trends

Let us leave this place where the smog blows black
And dark news blinds our vision to no ends
Past the divisions that causes odd beauties to grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go,
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

I’ll take your hand, you’ll shall take mine.
Together we’ll go away from this place and find,
Where love and courage creates: unity.
Where hope and sacrifice debates: hate.
Where truth and honesty narrates: love.
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Waves of memories

Flood in and out

Memories of histories

Flood in and out

I get told about my life

I get told about my wife

I get told about my strife

I get told and told and told

Waves of memories

Flood out

Memories of histories

Flood out

People talk and talk

I can’t

People understand and understand.

I can’t

People think and think.

I can’t

Waves of memories

Flood

Memories of histories

Flood

I feel life passing by

I feel a surreal high

I feel memories filling the sky

So bright as they pass by and by.

I know it won’t last.

They pass by so fast.

From a place I came from before

A place I remember and adore

To a place so dark, empty, cold

Where no one leaves the same:

Takes the young, takes the old

Takes the weak, takes the bold

Takes the happy, takes the cold

Who you are is not to blame

Everyone comes to this place

This dark, dangerous, desolate place

In the yellow woods,

two roads diverge.

One well trotted,

the other untried.

 

Long have some stood,

trying to decide between.

Some took one,

some took the other.

 

Each laid equally as fair,

leading their own way into the distance.

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

that we regret our road not taken.

 

 

Through the hills and valleys.

I never stood a chance.

Through despair and agony.

I never stood a chance.

 

The hardships I faced.

The battles I charged.

The mercy I was shown.

The charity I showed.

All for naught.

 

In the coldest winter days,

I remained hopeful of warmth.

In the hottest summer days,

I remained hopeful of coldness.

I remained hopeful in doubt.

 

“I never stood a chance did I?”

 

“That’s the sad part – you did once.”

From the hills and the valleys

You journeyed.

From the despair and agony

You journeyed.

The chances you took and spared.

 

The hardships you faced.

The battles you charged.

The mercy you were shown.

The charity you showed.

All for the next chance to do it again.

 

In the coldest winter days,

I remained hopeful of you.

In the hottest summer days,

I remained hopeful of you.

I remained hopeful in doubt.

 

Now from doubt you come.

Doubt of if this was all worth it,

Doubt that you have the strength to continue,

Doubt that tomorrow will come.

Rain pours

Down the street

To the drains

With majestic powers

 

It rains for what seems to be hours

I just sat watched and listened

As the rain off the ground glistened

Moonlight cascaded over each drop

 

“Maybe it won’t ever stop”

I thought while looking out the window

I was whisked away just to where the wind goes

Hypnotized, I put on my shoes with hesitation

 

Went down the stairs, with no cares

Walked out the door into the storm

Letting myself get engulfed

Soaking from head to toe.

 

No one would ever know

How I felt, out in the pouring rain

Or what was even on my brain

 

I felt free.

I felt the worst.

I felt hope.

That some day the rain, will go away.

On a search

A search for the other half

Where does he go

Where does she go

 

Travel across the globe

Looking for each other

Reaching for her

Reaching for him

 

Get closer and closer

Except never meeting

Parallel to her

Parallel to him

 

Their paths cross

The stars collide

Glowing for her

Glowing for him

 

They light the way

Towards a brighter future

For her

For him

 

They divide

To create new journeys

For their sons

For their daughters

 

They grow old

Their light fades

Fading for her

Fading for him

 

They look into the past

When the unimaginable happened

For him

For her

 

They loved.

Dreams are where I go to see you:

to spend moments with you, all these few

Dreams are where I go to fall in love:

to be swept off my feet, like a dove

Dreams are where I go to pretend,

pretend that I am courageous and brave:

to be able to stand up and not cave.

 

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming:

my days away, in search of you.

Meaning, meaning, meaning:

I search for, in the fog of the night.

 

Dreams are where I go to escape:

escape from reality and untruths.

Dreams are where I go run:

run from the present and the past.

Dreams are where I go to cower:

cower from the fact that I’m not right for you.