The Name

What would you say to me
If I told you that all things
have a name?

A name, created forever ago-
A name singular, secret and sacred,
A name that grants form?

What if I told you
That if you cried out
The name of the moon,

You could bathe at midday
under its dappled falling shine;
taking in its light?

That if you called to the skies,
You could surround yourself
With a span of azure infinity,

Paint sun-songs with hidden words,
Or build a house of clouds while
floating in blue nothingness?

To think; You could merely utter
The name of oceans - That
vast implication; You could

Summon distant, breaking shores
for your own inspection and approval-
to satisfy the merest curiosity?

Would you say it was fantasy?
Something august to ponder;
And then regretfully forget?

That to guide a symphony of creation
with mere words and intention
Is a blasphemy?

Or maybe you would think it over -
And softly, sadly say,
"I could never..."

But what if... what if
I gently spoke to you the name of love,
Tender yet bittersweet?

Would you scoff at my audacity,
To arrogantly manipulate its meaning
by not letting it go free?

Or would you see that sadly, I'll
never be able to find the name
for what you mean to me?

Walk

I took a walk with Beauty today
Down Paths 3 and 2 and 1.
Each path snowflake unique,
And similarly slowly being undone

Path Three was a winding road
of scared and wavering indecision;
Given to brief bursts of clarity
under sunstruck floral visions.

And it was fading. Forever fading...

Path Two was a rocky azure shore
next to roaring waves of doubt.
Hammering home the truth of "alone"
I struck toward a land-kissed route.

That path too was fading. Crying, and fading away.

Path One was strikingly held
in the grasp of sublunary attraction.
The road clear, It beckoned and called
for me to become a man of action.

This path stood fast against the pull-

It stood fast! Bastion of some hope,
some dream that refused to be deferred.
Last stand by some far flung fantasy fancy
created as the former paths converged.

Beauty and I took in the linking sites
as they swirled together, innately fleeting.
Transient companions, we parted soon after;
Only one party though, was leaving.

The Fountain

I saw her eyes in the Fountain today, round’ them wove shimmering colors,
They bathed in the bright sunlight and played happily in the bubbly spray.
In my mind she ran and played mingling with Gods and Myth and invisible others,
Living and laughing with smile-so bright, a being beaming with lambent light-
Her eyes were in the Fountain today.

The Fountain started my daydream, brought these thoughts of her so far away,
Could there be a hint of truth in the water aloof, Something more than it seems?
The dancing light gives no hint to what it means. Should I go to her, should I stay?
I have no reason to go, no truth, no proof. No reason to risk seeming uncouth-
The Fountain started this daydream.

I am still lost in my own mind, chasing her through the inner annals of my time,
She barely knows me, probably doesn’t care about me or my silly rhymes.
And to that, I always find that she is so far away- I think in time I’ll be fine.
She definitely wouldn’t care to see me, and cares not for my dreaming-
So why am I still lost in my mind?

From Her, I can see there is no escape, The rainbow in the fountain still has her eyes,
I need to see her, to stop my rampant thoughts and find a way that I can relate
To her the problems of my state, How sundown is a painting of her eyes,
How her voice is softer than the downiest fur and to my myself I concur-
I can see there is no escape!

And now to still the beating of my heart from this moment that made me so unsure,
I dial so innocently into my phone, knowing that surely I would have to do my part.
Now so near yet so far apart, I said silently to myself that this would surely be my cure,
But my hopes fell to a lingering tone that to this coward who by beauty is cowed-
Stilled the beating of his heart.

I saw her eyes in the Fountain today, round’ them wove shimmering colors.
They bathed in the bright sunlight and played happily in the bubbly spray.
In my mind, I felt betrayed, knowing that she would fall to the charms of others,
But I would try again uselessly, hopelessly , and love her endlessly, dependently
Her eyes will never go away.

New Post - The Fountain

Here's another poem that I roughed out and that needs to be messed with. It's called The Fountain, and is about a daydream that happened when I was looking at the huge fountain in the center of my university.

It's pretty good, but needs to retooling.

Welcome!

To all who saw my advertisements at the Muddy Cup, I welcome you to my small poetry blog. There are lots of posts containing old poetry and things of that sort. If you enjoy that sort of thing, feel free to look around and comment! There are lots of things in store for this blog, so feel free to keep checking back and see what's new.

Third Draft - Oh You!

Oh you, possessed of such a tempting grace,
moving so sublimely through star-struck space;
Can I ask of you this quiet question-
Why do those sad tears frame that flawless face?

What’s the reason for that couture lesson
that laces your well-controlled complexion?
Have you, through some finally-found fancy
been shown the harsh meaning of rejection?

Maybe, you dreamt of a light romancing
Under the moons bright, fatal faerie-fire
Its sight telling tales of your desire,
Your sad love ethereal- Transient?

No? I didn’t think that the murky mire
That we call “Love” would have you trapped today-
To make such stories of these fallen fae,
As an excuse to perform worn word-play

Or! Maybe, it’s some other telling tale
That put you into this unjust travail-
And left you with those mislaid shining streaks
Across a face falling pallid and pale.

Had your plans reached the goal, that high peak,
Then plunged; wasted - leaving you worn and weak
With no way out, no truly clear choices,
No way to gain the happiness you seek?

Did you want a house with joyful voices,
A backyard echoing lilting laughter?
Has some callous event foreclosed that chapter
Filling your soul with some private poison?

No, I don’t think that’s what I‘m after.
You’re not being held by some coarse constraint-
Nor your body filled with some tragic taint
that would leave you so faltering and faint.

Do you long for adventuresome release,
Your daily work having no such surcease-
And staring entranced-so at the stratus,
You dream of those mighty in name and deed?

Those stories, the ones that you always read-
Do they make you long for that single pleasure,
Proof of beauty and things unseen, proof of need-
Proof of some fantasy beyond measure?

Don’t lose faith in finding the forever,
The sacrosanct is in those clouds so rare.
And magic is there, suspended in air-
As long as you don’t consider never.

Maybe, I could help in your endeavor,
Together, a meeting of star-bright minds-
Rhyme after rhyme, perhaps we will find
A path that will meld fantasy and time.

So Lady, giving thought where it’s due, then
I can only tell you this Plight of Men
And be it my damning declaration,
I will never let you be hurt again!

You will never want for stone or station,
Nor need to seek some other relation.
If the dreary dusk deigned to mar your mood,
To make a Sun, I’d master creation!

To your beauty I would always allude,
(The runic tint to those even-ether eyes)
No comparison would bespeak of lies;
Only to the lay does the truth elude –

So Lady, let my love for you give rise,
To the dawning of our sublunary Sun!
For you; My suitors pledge that come what come,
On my honor, my life; Thy will be done!

Revision 3 explanation

I revised the poem to start it on the path to final polishing (hopefully). I added a 4th grouping which is pretty nifty, If I may add. And there is also alot of language tweaking going on. It's starting to come together nicely. As the next step, I might try and add a refrain to the end of each stanza.

A Man Said to The Universe - Redux

In it's infinite complexity,
I find life to be perplexing,
Confusing in it's slowly hastened worry.
I don't know what to make of it ,
And the answers I try to wring from it,
are met with the reply that I am undeserving.
"You don't make the most of time,
Instead you worry with pursuits of mine,
Are you so blind that you cannot see the truth?
It's not the Universe, God or Faith,
that led you to your solemn place,
It's merely the fact that you're a fool.
The ways of life are not meant for man to rule."

Second Draft - "Oh, You!"

Oh you, possessed of such a tempting grace,
moving so sublimely through star-struck space;
Can I ask of you this quiet question-
Why do those sad tears frame that flawless face?

What's the reason for the crystal lesson
that streaks your oh-so controlled complexion?
Have you, through some finally found fancy
been taught the meaning of real rejection?

Maybe, you dreamt of a light romancing
Under the moons bright, fatal faerie-fire-
It's sight telling tales - "Twin Desire-
The Story of Helens Doom-Dancing".

No, I didn't think that the murky more
That we call "Love" would have you trapped today-
To make such stories of these fallen fae
As an excuse to perform worn word-play--

--Or! Mayhaps, it's some other telling tale
That put you into this unjust travail-
And left you with those shimmering-so streaks
Across your face (Falling pallid and pale).

Had your well-laid plans reached that mile-high peak
Then plunged; Wasted - Leaving you worn and weak
With no way out, no truly clear choices,
No way to gain the happiness you seek?

Did you want a house with joyful voices,
A backyard echoing lilting laughter?
Has some callous event foreclosed that chapter,
Filling your womb with some private poison?

No, I don't think that's what I'm after.
You're not being held by some coarse constraint-
Nor your body filled with some tragic taint
that would leave you so faltering and faint--

--But Darling - No matter; Your poignant pain
creates such feeling in this simple swain!
And be it my damning declaration,
I will never let you be hurt again!

You will never want for stone or station,
Nor need to seek some other relation.
If the dreary dusk tried to mar your mood,
To make a Sun, I'd master creation!

To your beauty I would always allude,
(The runic tint to those even-ether eyes)
No comparison would bespeak of lies,
Only to the lay does the truth elude-

So Lady, let my love for you give rise,
To the dawning of our sublunary Sun!
For you; My suitors pledge that come what come,
On my honor, my life; They will be done!

Edit 1 Info

I've finished the first edit. I fixed a few areas where the syllables were out of place and tidied up the language a bit. The alternating verse with the womans point of view was not done well at all. I'm saving it for future use and clarification, but it wasn't working. I'm debating adding another section, because as of right now the rhyme scheme repeats 3 times, and it feels as if it's ending way too soon. I think adding a 4th verse before where the current 3rd starts would create more impact.
I'm thinking of adding a refrain, but I'm not entirely sure where to add it. The womans part was originally intended for that, but failed in it's execution.

Also, I might try to refine the language and add syllable emphasis, but that stuff is really hard and I'm not sure whether my understanding is up to the task. At least I have something to work with though. Alot of things are still up in the air, but here we go - Oh, You! Revision 2!

First Draft - "Oh You!"

Oh you, possessed of such tempting grace,
moving so sublimely through star-struck space;
Can I ask of you this quiet question-
Why do those sad tears frame that flawless face?

What’s the reason for the crystal lesson
that streaks your oh-so controlled complexion?
Have you, through some finally-found fancy,
been taught the meaning of real rejection?

Maybe, you dreamt of a light romancing
Under the moons bright, fatal faerie-fire
It’s sight telling tales – “Twin Desire-;
The Story of Helens Doom-Dancing”.

No? I didn’t think that the murky mire
“Love” would have you trapped today-
To make such stories of fallen fae,
As an excuse to perform worn word-play----

[But-
What could you know of Helens heavy heart?
What terrors unearthly beauty endures?
Infinity, My friend, keeps us apart-
And the subtle space grows ever bigger.

Why would you pursue something out of reach?]

----Or! Mayhaps, it’s some other telling tale
That put you into this terse travail-
And left you with those shining streaks
Across your face; Falling pallid and pale.

Had your well-laid plans reached that high peak
Then plunged; Wasted - leaving you worn and weak
With no way out and no clear choices,
No way to gain the happiness you seek?

Did you want a house with joyful voices,
A backyard echoing lilting laughter?
Has some callous event closed that chapter
Filling your womb with some private poison?

No, I don’t think that’s what I‘m after.
You’re not being held by some coarse constraint-
Nor your body filled with some tragic taint
which led to those lines of pearlescent paint---

[Do you truly seek to discover me-
Or are you falling for unearned allure?
The only worth a man can ever see-
And a disease with no easy cure?

And what lessons could you have to teach me?]

---But Darling- No matter; Your poignant pain
creates such feeling in this simple swain!
And be it my damning declaration,
I will never let you be hurt again!

You will never want for stone or station,
Nor need to seek some other relation.
If the dreary dusk marred your mood,
To make a Sun, I’d master creation!

To your beauty I will always allude,
(The runic tint to those even-ether eyes)
No comparison would bespeak of lies;
Only to the lay does the truth elude –

[So…

Maybe you do know of Helens heavy heart,
Something of how to soothe and reassure-
But could you bear it if we were apart?
Are you really certain? Are you so sure?

Do you think you’ve discovered me,
That somehow you’ve avoided my lure?
How could you speak with such lucidity?!
Or is it me? Am I the one impure…?

Oh you! Possessed so purely by his grace!
How could you love so deeply the surface?!
Your love is divine, a gift for all time-
I’m temporary, I don’t deserve it!

And now that it’s in reach- I know you will leave,
Like all of the others that have flown before.
Born into the curse of my circumstance,
Sorrowing, I await your parting words…. ]

So Lady, let my love for you give rise,
To the dawning of our sublunary Sun!
For you; My suitors pledge that come what come,
On my honor, my life; Thy will be done!

---[At this, Her ethereal eyes filled once again with those starlit tears-
But these… These were tears of joy!]---

My Plan

Well, after reading some more literature, I arrived at a pretty simple conclusion.

Almost all of my writing up to this point has been experimental in nature. I poke around different types of poetry, taking shots at things like having an established meter, form, rhyme scheme etc. Through this process of trial and error, I have decided that I am now prepared to try and start writing SERIOUSLY. So as of this point, the writing in this blog will be me detailing my attempts at working on specific pieces of poetry and all the decisions and revisions that it entails.
I love poetry so much, it shouldn't be just a passing hobby! From here and now, I will try and master my poetic voice and refine it to the point of greatness!

Up next: The first draft of my latest poem, "Oh, You!"

Brother Crow

The Crow

You there – suspended loftily in air;
Your feathers so shiny and sleek -
Tell me; What do you know, Brother Crow,
Of that which I always seek?
What are you hiding, while wind-riding?
What? Something about flying alone?
I want to know; My Brother Crow,
About my oft dreamt-of home.
The ever sky filled with azure dye;
It must speak to you of freedom -
And it may be true, but only for you,
Our grounded lives are already done.
For me; Can you show those fields, of melted snow?
Those obsidian peaks beneath the so-blue Sea?
I truly need to go, Brother Crow,
But why won't you ever take me?
You there – suspended haughtily in air;
Your feathers so shiny and sleek-
Tell me; What could you know, Selfish Crow,
Of that which I always seek?

Teddy Bear!

To those who with lack of tact,
Would lay into a child's fantasy
Of a Teddy Bear, I would react
With accusations of personality-
"Who are you to judge it's soul,
and take away it's life-
As the child's innocence is cut
away by your logics knife?
Do you have that much sorrow
And that much spite?"

Eternity

Eternity? For me no such thing exists,
Not soothing enough, an idea so rough
As the thought of whats after after...
I perpetually move to my own groove,
Keeping track of just a little bit, enough
To shrug it off when needed, with my laughter.
But as I write this.... I look at this poster on my wall
The one I bought purely for it's beauty,
With it's fountains, pillars, ethereal ceiling,
A river of dreams flowing into everything,
And nothing at once.

Yeah... Maybe in time I could grasp Eternity.

John Smith and Pocahontas

Today, I have encountered something enchanting
Flowing through the outer forest, alighting
With Birds and Deer, All flora/fauna delighting
In her presence. I was taken to demanding
From myself a further look, reprimanding
my soul for wanting to see more of this beauty
Who could she be? This brown woman, set to soothing
my sailors heart? With another wayward glance,
she vanished leaving behind a memory, and a missed chance;
A Man with knees too weak to stand.

Alcohol

Here's to the Day! Cheers, Bottoms Up!
Take it down slowly, real smooth.
(What? Didn't I just finish this cup?
Ah well, the more the better the mood.)
Celebrate, keep it flowing!
(Jeeze, Why are Alex's eyes so funny...)
Come on Aaron, Keep going!
You've got it boy, you're on the money!
(I've had enough, I'm layed out)
Already? Man, c'mere, gimme a hug!
(Sure man! Get my feet off the couch)
What? Get your feet of the rug!
Hey man, roll me up the stairs!
(Bro, that's an AMAZING idea!)
No, stop! My change is in my hair!
It's falling through my pants! Don't steal!
Don't steal my change! You!
That's mine, you're a street rat!
Just like Aladin! A fool!
Shit, I'm falling! (That's what you get!)
(Alex, is it just me, or are your eyebrows trimmed?
Like... a lawnmower! What's mowing em?)
I dunno man, Lice! They're in!
Mowing my eyebrows when I'm drunk!
(Man, whose that upstairs?)
It's my grandma she's alright.
(Shit man, Im really scared,
She'll lynch me, She's white!)
Man, so am I!
(But you're my number one guy!
She's gonna do it, she's gonna try!)
That was about when I started cry, and realizing the next morning I had tears in my eyes because I thought my friends Grammy was gonna try and lynch my sorry ass.
I'm never drinking again.

Questions 3

A man once said to me,
"Aaron, will you answers these questions 3?
Do you know who you are?
What you're doing?
Where your going?"
To which I replied, rather promptly,
"These questions three, markedly,
Do not really represent to me
any import- however!
I shall reply, To engage you, simply-
To question the first,
I am me, of that there is no doubt.
To the second, A man makes his purpose,
For any arbitrary thing can provide-
The condition to ones satisfaction.
The third is a hard one,
For who knows what is beyond the horizon?
But the answer is something,
Can you not wait for the new morning?"
I looked at him, awaiting his reply,
To which a "Good Day"
Ended my reprisal.

RE: Poetry 2

Re: Poetry.
The only place love does not know me.


But Ah, Those who read DO know you, My Dear!
They see your thoughts in that moment, perfectly clear.
Regardless of whether you speak of everything or nothing,
The fact remains that you still spoke of something,
And that is what, at least, we can hear.

RE: Poets

RE: Poets


I like these ideas and they fill me with pleasure-
My words like lances, striking this earthly tether,
And transcending common thought, engaging the forever.

For you see, what gives me the pleasure out of poetry,
Is knowing someone has read it, and has experienced me-

They now know my thoughts, what I choose to pen
A carefully constructed facade, in a truthful, youthful blend
Open hearts given a start will break apart into words of art,
And all these beautiful things, will end.

However, the end doesn't mean that there won't be a beginning,
There's no falsehood in wonder, questioning isn't sinning.

Poets are the explorers, the builders with words,
They explore the condition, through adjectives and verbs-
They give chase to the worlds flights of fancy,
They are the ones who dream of romancing.
But.... why are we so often, not heard?

Lezard Valeth

This forced swinging from high to low
with emotion as my rope;
Perhaps but to fall, the ebb and flow
of a drama of a grand scope:
-
Midnight and the moons resounding note
waning like memories of her caress,
Then-
"Thy soul be sundered; thy life 'tis smote-
Your love 'twas simply a jest!"
Fearfully I cried under a frightful duress-
"Who art thou, wicked seraph! Fiend indeed!!
Why, why should you call my distress?
In my hour of loss, my hour of need?"
It then said, 'Thy know, thy soul I read-
Blasphemer! Defiler of a chaste life!
Sin tis your cover, desire your breed,
To be covetous of anothers wife!"
Furious was my speech - "Take thy seraphic knife,
Let us clash, I shall not fall!
Thou art simply a portent of strife;
Thou hast no honor, no higher call!"
Claimed I, "Thou art not in God's thrall!
Thou art a menace black and seedy,
To come before me with such gall,
to come before a man so needy!"
A horrible visage then arose before me,
Terrifying! This angel of doom-
The moon 'twas struck, lay bleeding-
It's light red, fading soon...
A soul of the darkest gloom,
This being 'twas not ordained!
Beneath the light of the hemorrhaging moon,
I saw what it seeked to gain!
This monster, it fed off of pain,
I cried, "Thou art surely craven!
Thy knife hast many stains,
But how art thou so boldly brazen?
Perhaps hailing from some deathly haven,
or heaven tormented, I know thy measure!
I do know ye, sinful, lust-torn maven,
Forsake sustenance from my pleasure!
Be gone! Shatter thy earthly tether!
Back!" I shrieked! "Away from this plane!"
Whether Angel sent, or Devil, whether
Freudian delusion or Jobs game!
Love and sin art not the same!
So cast off of me your burdened guilt-
Love blooms wildly, it's vines my veins,
And from stronger feelings 'tis built!
I shall not be cursed by passions blame,
and my love shall never wilt!

RE-Reason

Is it true you think people are defined by their reality?
Victims of fate, unable to struggle against Causality?
Or maybe Lady Luck flips a coin at your birth,
Defining who you are, what your assets will be worth-
Or maybe it's so simple that it's truly hard to see,
That It's not easy for anyone to just, be-

But myself, I hold a particular jive,
That Lady Lucks a gambler, and gamblers can be bribed-
So with a healthy dose of reason, this is what I say,
A man is a man is man, despite the troubles of the day,
And no amount of explanation can take that away.

Icicle

The tree was laced with interspersed bits of glass.
Light fell through it brilliantly. Artful stuff.
And then, as I focused on one facet-
It decided spectators weren't it's thing
And executed a perfect-point dive-
Right into the concrete.

Teddy Bear

To those who with lack of tact,
Would lay into a child's fantasy
Of a Teddy Bear, I would react
With accusations of personality-
"Who are you to judge it's soul,
and take away it's life-
As the child's innocence is cut
away by your logics knife?
Do you have that much sorrow
And that much spite?"

Mr. Sorrow

Mr. Sorrow


This morning, the churchbells ring-
I do not know for whom the bell tolls.
For me? For you? For us all - maybe,
All I know is that I'm mighty cold.

Didn't have a blanket last night. Yeah.
That remains about the status quo.
The streets are mean to men with dreams
but not alot of gold.

I never had it all, just had the notion
That I could do something great for once.
All of my hopes, money and time
were simply gone after one bad month.

So now I sit in this filithy place,
My broken thoughts lay quietly around me.
It's mighty cold, no blanket still,
I curl up while the churchbells resounding.

This morning, the bells are ringing.
I'll know them even better tommorow,
This is the last you'll hear of the earthly plight,
of the man they called Mr. Sorrow.

Like It's New Response

Enlightened? Maybe. I feel where you're going Lady,
On these hazy, lazy days you end up trading,
thoughts for words placed on public pages.
Feelings trapped in cages, but you gotta let em out-
I know oh-too-well the way life goes,
Sometimes you just gotta put the pen to the inkwell,
And watch as your mind shows up in the inkblot,
'Cuz the colors seperation brings more inspiration,
And maybe you'll learn a little more today.
Things 'bout your minds state, what happened of late,
Whether you'll get over it or want to,
maybe your interest wants you? Whether the shoe,
really fits or are you just winging it and afraid,
That people will know your true ways?
Don't get lost in Heaven chick, they got locks on the gate,
Don't get too sad either, Hell only really lasts a few days.
But all that matters, as you can see what I'm gonna do,
Is to treat each and every day, Like it's New.