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?"