Choices

I…..Feel it

I Feel it pounding, not unlike a heartbeat, this

Strange and knowing feeling, driving me, driving my soul

I…..Feel it

Striking my mind, berating my soul, saying

Why, why are you not he you wish to be

I…..Control it

I am who I choose to be I scream, the past

Screams…..saying, you lie, you are what needs to be

I…..Refute it

I alone create reflection

I alone strike the match

On Any Beach

Laying on the beach, sand over toes and wind through hair,

Thought’s flee and spirit’s rise,

Needs fade, heart soothes, simple lives abound

Memories carry and soar.

The Gnomic Father

Father of mine, with your absent care

Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless

He spake hardly at all, but showed the world

Forming a bedrock of character for all to see but not hear

 

Expressed simply by sweat of brow, self-improvement is never time wasted

Callused hands working slow, care of a home matters

Unflattering activities put to test, relationships take work

Stony glare to soft pats, parenting requires all

Shadowed eyes at no suns rise, don’t waste your day

Shake hands and keep it straight, respect given freely unless cause not to

Help those when it is no large detriment, community after self

Long drives with teary eyes, family matters most of all

 

A father’s job isn’t and shouldn’t be easy, it’s a commitment to localized posterity

Spoken word is cheap and fast, only the body shows truth

A man’s soul is non-transferrable, but lessons forge a stronger spirit

Scars and slides will abide, the father’s test of man

 

Tabula Rasa

They all wish upon a star, to change just what they are

Go back, do it again! -‘d change my life and just begin

They dream so very far, not knowing about the scars

Burns and cuts earned over time, make up what is yours and mine

To start over is no bliss, but a touch from the devil’s lips

You lose what you’ve found and won’t find again

Tabula rasa is a sad sin

Differing Angles

This body given o’er unto me, be not what I want

It drives and pushes, throws down deep, and calls on its own

Overwhelming urge unto decay, flashing pulses grown

Loves tender barrier valiantly flees, tender bodies taunt

 

This heart bears no great strength, pumping amorally

It presses and shifts, rises to great heights, and lands at their feet

Unsatisfying need spends thrifty in the days, looking for rhyming beat

4 valves find no common wavelength, love leaves me naturally

 

Oh this body bears me no strength of mind, nor will at that be

It hides and runs, seeks its redeeming trait, but falls flat on the side

Wasted time for unneeded breaks, make the unwanted man cry

With no will no mind, no fare to be found, I can only try to see

 

 

 

The Divide

She called upon my touching divides, please let them be

We laughed and sighed throughout the night, glory let us be

We stole away and forgot goodbyes, don’t let them see

But life is short and then she cried, hanging onto me

I held on tight and said all’s right, so I lied to she

She left me so and quite alone, broken, and bloody

Now I’m up all night, feeling not quite right, trying divided memories

 

 

Aloha

Received an email from my not so many viewers haha. They asked where I’m coming up with my poetry rhythm. Here’s my goodreads link http://www.goodreads.com/jdmullenary . Leaving a period space makes it easier to copy/paste. I’ve been reading some poetry, some epic poetry like homer and beowulf, trying to gain a better grip on how poetry works. My poetry rhythm is just whatever feels right at the moment. Sometimes I go for aesthetics like the flip of a coin, or I go for syllabic matching or even meter. I’m working on one right now that focuses on alliteration. Just reading poetry helps you write poetry, just like reading fiction helps you write fiction. The point is to write. Whatever it may come out as.