Forest Demons

Can you hear the birds and the sounds they make

From the tops of the trees or a forest's lake,

Varied sounds of ancient life,

Or do you hear the demons wake?

Forest demons bring nothing but strife,

Chaos and doom like a murdered wife,

Screaming and roaring, too vicious of noise

To be welcome anywhere near this life.

A horrid sound louder than boys

Running around, throwing their toys,

Sound of help coming too late

For the poor victims the child destroys.

Death and chaos resonate,

Blood and fire in unbound hate,

Destruction and endless pain,

The darkest side of blackened Fate.

Fear and injury I gain

Hoping for mercy with the death I feign.

At the end there is no cake

When the forest demons are those who reign.

Obligatory Post

Not too much happening, really, except that I'm going to be picking up my new retainer in about a week, since I happened to break my first one the day before I left for Australia. The "imprint" or whatever they call it was not nearly as bad this time as it was in times past. Maybe the FullOn experience in Australia taught me the sufficient will and self-control to survive that. Regardless, today's been pretty good. If you are actually reading this, write something in the comments if you can. Find a way. >_>

Ship

Sea-worthy craft not bound to flip,

Riding the waves on ocean rough,

It climbs strong on swells so tough,

We proudly watch the strength of the ship.

Faring seas and riding the wind,

All aboard are glad and free,

History forged in fire by me,

Telling great tales (too) easily spinn'd.

Take a ride and you won't look back

On the world you leave behind in dust.

You will understand and I'm sure you'll trust

Me as we put your life on a whole new track.

The ship is kind to those who ride

On the raging sea and the roaring tide,

Filling the crew with joy and pride

At the success of a sailor who worked and tried.

Your time is short and its is long,

Your work is light and its is hard.

What is braves would leave you scarred

If you faced an angry ocean's song.

Be

Be my blood, be my shield,

I pray my soul the Light I wield.

Be my savior, be my friend,

I pray the darkness is my end.

Be my demon, be my wife,

Cut me down if you love life.

Be my master, be my hound,

Teach me to throw life around.

Be my ruler, by my mind,

I pray my soul my eyes you blind.

Be my keeper, stay my friend,

I fear leaving in the end.

Be my chanter, be my words,

I pray my soul goes to the birds.

Be my lover, you God-send,

I'll not be lonely in the end.

Hiatus-ish

This is going to be the last post for about two weeks, and then I might kick it into overdrive. I doubt I'll have any real sort of Internet access in Australia, so don't expect anything until the 26th of June, maybe even the 28th. Have fun, all of you who might be dedicated readers. Expect plenty of poetry when I get back. With any luck, that'll be the case.

Within

Within the chaos is a lonely mind,

Overlooked and disregarded,

In clarity and balance as though it was blind

It moves on, with the weak discarded.

Within the apathy is a quiet heart,

Pulsing gently and pumping light

Throughout the being, but just a part

Of a plain body; but what a sight.

Within the darkness are two vivid eyes,

Almost useless and under stress,

Add a third and they'll see through lies

As they force my feelings to compress.

Within the rage is a flawless soul,

Surviving a furnace of dead men's fire,

Without it, I'd have lost control

As I sat in the dark, strumming a lyre.

Within the beast is a simple man,

In equilibrium for a short time,

Being decent as best he can

As he gives the world gifts sublime.

Australia

So, this is pretty big. I'm leaving Friday, going to be in Australia for fifteen days. It's for the People to People Student Ambassador program, which some of you might know about, or I've told you about. This should be obvious, but I'm not going to be posting anything while I'm there, for reasons such as time and availability of a computer (I probably wouldn't get the day right on the posts).

However, I'm going to be making a lot of poems (if I have twenty-minute stretches of quiet) and be taking a lot of pictures. You'll probably be able to find most of the photos on Facebook (not on the poetry's page, but on my own profile). The poems are going to be put up here; depending on how many there are, I might be placing poems at the end of blog posts that aren't specifically poetry.

Thanks for reading thus far.

Rain

Clear blue sky breaking

As the clouds seep through,

All this time I've been faking

But who I seem isn't true.

Don't cry over change;

The sky does that enough.

Embrace the pouring rain

That smooths edges too rough.

My grand façade shatters,

My concealing mask is gone.

Nothing before this matters,

What's done is done.

I'm not who I was before;

The past is lost in new light.

I won't be like this forevermore,

I see the stars, shining bright.

And there you are at the very top,

Roaming far above my head.

My world is spinning and will not stop

Until I'm saved or until I'm dead.

A full moon serenades me,

And I stare up at you.

The sky laughs 'cause I'm still not free,

But it doesn't know me like you do.

Inside

You will say what you want and you can do as you may,

But you'll be greater tomorrow than when I saw you today.

You can hide your fate or you can run away,

But it'll catch up to you before the end of the day.

Whether you deny the truth or hide from your soul,

I've got a mirror for you that will show you whole.

You'll be too amazed to run and your life will be full

Changing the world and filling a hole.

Come closer, please, and let me give you a part

Of that old, withered thing I call my heart.

Give it a touch, a quick jump-start

And it turns from a waste into a piece of art.

I want you to see yourself just like I do,

But I know that my actions will then affect you.

I am who I am, and I try to be true,

But it's just so hard to be without you.

Take my heart, keep it locked inside

Where nobody can steal it, where it can hide.

I've little to lose when I've got no pride;

My, how it hurts to be empty inside.