Another Day of Remembrance

On the day of the parade
Some were easily shaken
Some were razed, to the depths of themselves
Some were tearful and silent

On that day
The same bells, that called them to arms
Set out for their revenge

Reverence was alight from inside that day
As droves poured out in cold streams
Of affection and grief

A lone day of remembrance
In the eyes of most
Yet another for some

Just another friendly reminder, my latest collection of poems “The Slums of Nightfall” has been published and it is available for purchase on Amazon. It’s a book that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically  my ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. Amazon  Author Page

My latest collection of poetry has been published! I never thought I would get to type those words. But today is that day. My dream has become a reality and I could not have achieved this without all of your help. The constant feedback and words of encouragement are apart of what motivates me to write these poems. This is the beginning of a truly exciting chapter. Let’s just see what happens next..

The Slums of Nightfall is a collection of poetry that covers a wide range of topics. Most of the poems revolve around the subject of mental health, specifically the author’s ongoing struggle with anxiety and depression. The book is not about a literal slum. It is about a state of mind a person can reach, when they lie awake at night, contemplating the world around them. It is about the wee hours of the morning, when your home has fallen silent and you are left to be wide awake with your memories. Each poem is a part of larger story; a story about wrestling with your fears and insecurities, and the slow and gradually journey toward loving and accepting yourself. The book is available for purchase on  Amazon and the Creative Talents Unleashed website.

The Red Colossus

It vaulted across the waves
In a crimson arc
Through the shadows
To a far away shroud and rest

Our awaiting and noble colossus
Our charitable stranger
Who would surely yield
Hearth and home

An impregnable silence remained
How it thickened the whole way
As the embers of dawn free-fell

How we strained for words
In our drifting affection
As the travelers
We once abhorred at home

Clear Away the Cinders

 

Who will clear us away
From the smoldering hill
Where our triumph was brief?

Where the very last
Of our proud cinders fall
Into sorrowful heaps
Ever- boastful and vain

Never again
To breathe our disdain
For only the dark
Shall speak of our days

Prologue to a Dream

I evade the falling fragments
In the prologue of reveries
As I brace for solid ground
And the agony
I’ll surely meet

Shards glitter without care
Brazen in their fall
Torn from the panes
That once cradled their sheen

Gaping windows
Peer helplessly
From above

At the sinking spectacle
The mindless
The wasteful
Unraveling

And the dark feeds
Upon this harrowing leap
As a bottomless vacuum
To which
My limbs
Adhere

Reveries consume
My juvenile frame
Until I am hoisted high
By the fish hooks of day

The Hope-Harboring Vagabond

I wither hopelessly
In each gracious, transient glance
Spent with great care
Among my skin
Inquiring
Trapped in fervent wondering

Each day lends more of the same
As I trudge on, imploring
Weaving desperately
To each crimson glimmer
Of cast out affection

Like summer night campfires
Dotting the shadowy hills
I dart about madly
Fueled by a savage longing

To each raging plume
That extends its caring welcome
I approach them bashfully
And take flight
Coursing with primal fear

I am christened
The hope-harboring vagabond
With juvenile reveries
Set afire in his hollow sockets

True to this gradual withering
I’ll carry on imploring
As a fading softhearted ghoul
Brimmed with searing regret

Until all cinders
Fall
To their eternal rest

The Grey of Former Years

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Brisk cold ballads
Emerge from the tranquil dark
From the mourning silhouette
That’s stirs and toils in silence

Melodies resurface
And tenderly reflect
Upon the vast and sullen shade
The grey of former years

Bitterly and brash
They pierce the veil of skin
Past labyrinthine flesh
To streams of boiling anguish

Behind solace
The eerie curtain of night
To solely reminisce
Is his lonely
Worthwhile cause

Roadside Melodies

Roadside melodies
Swallow up idle travelers
With folkloric prose
Cloaked in bitter harmonies

Disheveled vagabonds
Cleave long forgotten trails
To timid ages lost
Where the youth stumbled
Foolish and unbound

Potent words
Roll away
From the lips of aged perfection
In a desperate voyage
For uncaring passersby

These ragged few
Spill fervently and pure
Passionately rugged
Proud, shrill and obscene

Muddied refrains
Cry honestly and bold
Shivering with heartache
Caring not
For water -colored fables

Sugar coated fibs
Fall wayward and meek
Beneath an honest toll
Hefty, brash and true

Where I May Peacefully Diminish

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Stone laden roads
Swerve masterfully
Up the inclines

The meandering arteries
Carved with great care
That travel sullenly
Hollow and unused

Into the mist-shroud apex
Beyond, a teary eye’s reach
Where scores
Once peered hopefully
To attain its powerful glimpse

Into snow-capped exhilaration
I’d diminish
In its clouded embrace

Far from my trials
And the constant beckon
Of savage, earthbound sorrow

I’d trail
Through the faultless majesty
Proud and undeterred

Stocked
With raging valor

As I scale

Higher and higher

Diligently

Falling

Apart