Something new

I got the urge again last night. This time, I actually let my fingers to the talking and they decided that I was long overdue for a poem. I'm trying to move away from that particular style, but I find that it's the only way to keep a writer's craft from going down the drain. Poetry is slowly becoming a lost artform. I guess I kind of figured that out when my book was published. I never wrote it, though, to make money or to impress people. I did it mostly for the title of "published author". In my world, I would rather have proud titles that are hard to get, then the stuff that comes with them.

I created something last night that is rather different then previous poems that I have ever written. For some reason the word "there" just wanted to be the dominate force that was to drive this poem. So that was the way I let it run. It was interesting trying to figure out the different ways to use it. I'm pretty happy about the way it turned out. Enjoy.

One Word

Out there,
upon the lands I have now long forgotten
are the homes of those who have long forgotten me.

Up there,
In the distant place of unknown futures,
friendships, flames, and family
I left a part of me.

Over there,
Where the battle lines were drawn
and I left to fight on my own
as my allies became allied
to defeat me.

There,
where the quest for humility
for humanity
for history
was destroyed out of spite
because of one.

In there,
In the heart
of the creature who loves so much
to love
was hurt by love
by those he loved.

Down there,
On the green flowing grass
covered in snow
turned red by the blood
of his broken heart
a tear falls from his eye.

Up there,
he can see the stars in the sky
the clouds part for him to see the heavens
and he calls to the angels and begs
for the ears of a thousand angels
to grant him an answer to his prayer.

You there,
protectors of all mortals,
keepers of the peace who failed to see
the war that was brewing in the hearts
of those I once called my allies.

From there,
can you see how I suffer?
Can you see how I bleed?
Can you see how I mourn?

Were there,
times when you wondered
how far I would fall in love,
how deeply I would love,
what I would give up to keep my love,
before you would take it from me?

Is there
no justice for those like me,
from beings that call themselves divine
yet let there be causes for so much evil?

Was there
a plan for me to feel this empty,
this alone,
this unworthy of love's embrace
and love's humanity.

For there
can be no love for me
in this world
if I can never be loved
by angels.

Until next time.

Late nights

I'm sort of getting tired of these late night urges to write. Not that they're annoying, but it's just the fact that they only seem to happen at night when I really want nothing else to do but to go to sleep. Why is it that they only happen then I'm not sure, but I do know that it's always been this way. So to those of you who have the same problem I'm having, you're not alone.

I haven't meditated so I have no briliant sayings for today. Just as I woke from my interrupted sleep I thought of something that sounded good though. I was watching the president talking on TV the other day and heard him say that he was going to start bringing troops home. I started wondering about that over the course of these past couple of days and now it's just finally hitting me. Once you've been through something like that, can you ever really come home? Are you ever really these same after you've spent part of your life seeing things like what is going on over there? I have complete respect for the men and women who served there time and are still serving there time overseas. I know in my heart I couldn't do half the things that the government is asking them to do.

The new question I will ask myself over the course of the next few months is "Once it's all over, can you ever really let go of it all? Will I truely ever be completely over what has happened?"

Who knows...

Until next time.