Heaven Fades

This poem means a lot of things. Take it as literal if it makes more sense, but there is symbolism here. I’m still trying to figure out exactly what it means myself….I guess I mean the good things I was once told; the advice always on the bright side and how it doesn’t keep me anymore. A certain faith and security is gone and isn’t coming back soon. Darkness being more abundant, always there; light being so short lived.

A death before the life
When nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right
What if there is no afterlife?
No divine love in paradise…

Don’t presume to know what He wants
We are his random dream
I’m sure his feelings aren’t hurt
Our ‘loyalty’ means nothing

A moral story, a rusty hymn
Pure nightmares, utopian myths
Grim death is bond unto the soul
The fear that lives and dies alone

They are far upon their thrones
Those stars died out so long ago
A trillion thoughts, angels all spent
Heaven fades, in the chaos of darkness

Society- The City

The idea for this came from a ride back home after night classes at my college. I looked around at the dreary streets and eyesores and people walking around….I was in a bad mood after an Algebra class and had to vent. So anyway, I wrote a poem about society, and rather than add to that, I decided this one needed to be on its own, especially after five drafts. I’m sticking with what I’ve got, and I don’t care if it’s terrible. Not today….

We hear the city pulse best at night
A train in the distance; a plane flying high

Brisk city water burns my eyes
It’s night and the urban lights taint the sky
The crime- to sleep away our precious lives
So, we thrive just well in artificial sunshine

At the core we’re hostile soulless beings
We stalk standards of fantasy
Cover the scent of agendas in bile
With a good and selfless moral profile

Right…Everyone’s comfortable in their box
A smiling illusion of everything we’re not.

Jazz

In this disappearing mood, this nameless fades in blue

Her soul amid seasoned notes; that piano’s sad song

Those dark hooded eyes stare off, glazed in tragedies

Cold, heavy, liquid streaks, unfortunate and smothering

Night sent its sympathy; apologies of life

Their lies and sassy attitudes, their rhythm wasn’t right

Her heart beats in smooth, storytelling jazz

As a shadow takes her hand for a final slow dance

She has the time; her poison’s in a fancy glass

She waits for the last bitter memories to pass

Success from her beating upon death’s door

Surviving hardly feels right anymore….

 This poem is newer. I wrote it with a scene in my head, trying to take myself away from personal writing, and create a character I could just relate to. It’s a little strange, especially the form, but who really cares? The whole point of what I’m writing now is to break out of the box I’ve put myself in with being so strick when coming up with verses, always having to rhyme and look ‘perfect’, up to my own standards, which are too high anyway…