Poetry-Thing Thursday: Man’s Long Goodnight

There is naught but triumph,
in the hearts of man,
a species unkindled,
nor burdened by plan,
but so too can madness,
be a triumph of sorts.

It starts small,
but leads to a fall,
one that may never end–
one that cannot contend,
with the madness that life wrought,
or those it offends.

That triumph is darkness,
as well as a light,
and no matter whether one,
believes themselves in the right,
actions are never,
quite so cut and dry.

They do however, tell all,
and determine in hindsight,
the true wit and worth,
of man’s decaying soul,
his heart and plight,
but that cannot undo the damage,
nor end,
his long goodnight.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: A Feast of Life

Lead me not into darkness,
for I seek the light.
In times of trouble or sorrow,
it is that for which I fight.
For there is no heaven, nor hell,
only those meek and with might,
and good and evil,
is only a matter of sight.

Do not speak of atrocities,
for I intend to feast on life.
In the living there is to be found,
something of a double-edged knife,
two-sided– a duality,
of equal parts joy and strife.
Love is its queen, virtue its king,
loyalty and truth its husband and wife.

So open your mind, and heart, and eyes.
Listen with soul, fingers, and ears.
The world has much to tell.
There are greater things than one’s own fears,
and there is much more to see–
some older than even man’s years.
All of them, in the right moment,
can bring one to tears.

So open up and embrace,
that which is all around you,
life and love and happiness,
all the things you can do,
and live to feast on life,
for your death will come too,
and between here and there and then and now,
it is better to have lived anew.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: The Devil You Know

So what do you want then?
– You dead,
out of my heart and back to my head again.
– You’ll never change,
always the same
– It is my passion, it is my pain.
-After all these lessons,
you’ve learned nothing of rain.

Let it fall heavily,
Feel it drain,
Tickles you sensually,
pleasures your brain.

It’s all perception,
just have a good time.
A fragmented inception,
of one in my mind.
Even so, never forget,
It teaches regret,
And Pain to learn from,
but never let sit.

Maybe you’re right,
and maybe they’re gone,
but perhaps they never mattered,
that much at all.

I felt they did once,
and my heart took the punch.
But now I’ve let them ring,
Never waited for angels to sing,
Nor the for the heaves to pen,
sound out their dreams.

Be what you will,
but do be it soon,
for there’s devils within you–
one that can swoon,
and one that will kill.