This is the dominion of my poetry: Here my words shall speak.
The Hunter’s Bare and Dear Tale
During the pilgrimage of traveling far and near.
The Hunter shares a story of his own-His hunting trip last year.
The Nun’s Priest and the Monk laughed at the idea they heard
But the Knight and the Summoner remained silent, hearing every word.
The story begins with the hunter in the woods.
With his bow at his side and remaining silent as every hunter should.
While hearing the Blue Jays sing and the squirrels play,
He heard a voice while setting up camp for the day.
The hunter ventured through the hills and plains
Until he finally saw who made the sounds, he thought he was insane!
A conversation was being held between a bear and a deer.
The hunter got close and remained quiet for he could not hear.
“I am much stronger than you.” said the big beast.
The bear was large, covered in brown hair and looks as though he finished a feast.
“I don’t care, this is how I was made.” said the timid beast.
The deer was small, Antlers on the head. He spoke calmly and at peace.
“what good are those twigs on your head?” the bear said.
He continued, “My claws can tear you apart and drink your blood red.”
“You may if you catch me for my feet are light and ready.”
Said the buck, holding his stance and voice steady.
Seeing the deer thin and scrawny, the hunter aims for the bear.
The hunter snaps a twig while treading and is heard, echoes in the air.
The deer hears the snap and realizes the danger.
He says to the bear, “Quick! Run for there is a ranger!”
The bear ignores him and continues to brag of his strength.
While the Hunter pulls back the arrow on his bow to full length.
The deer runs to the woods for his dear life!
The speed he ran was true and his turns were sharper than a knife.
The hunter released his arrow, aiming true.
In an instant the bear fell to the grass covered in dew.
The hunter skinned the bears fur, took his claws,
Ate his flesh, wore his coat, and took his trophy-Two paws.
We return to a campfire surrounded by the Hunter and the others.
They’re finishing their meal-a fatted quail stripped of it’s feathers.
Once hearing this, the Priest and Monk laughed and g leaked,
They asked the Hunter, “What foolishness do you speak?”
The Hunter was ashamed then blushed while The Knights button was pushed.
The knight asked, “Why can’t animals speak? You believe that God spoke through a bush!”
The Priest replied, “What fool is God speaking to with a bear and deer?”
The Knight became angry and drew his sword-hoping to give off fear.
Without a second thought, the Knight hacked and killed,
Two bodies laid on the ground-The Monk’s and Priest’s blood spilled.
The Hunter spoke, “Perhaps they should have let me finish my story.
Otherwise their death wouldn’t have been painful and gory.”
The Hunter continued, “After my game was killed and done,
I saw the deer standing next to me, against the rising sun.”
The deer said this, “I have a message from God for you,
God is not pleased with a monk and Priest for they’re boastful and rude.”
The hunter was confused and asked “What am I to do with these men?”
The deer replied, “You’ll journey with them in two months plus ten.
Tell them what you have witnessed here on this day
Then tell them they are the bear. They will not live to see the next day.
They’re fools to the core and boast on what they have
Rather than leading others to Gods path.”
The Hunter finished his story, gathered his things, and moved on
The Knight and Summoner followed his example-The Knight whistled a song.
You could see a bear skin around the Hunter-keeping him warm.
And a silver pendant around the knights neck the priest once had worn.
Though it is his only Bare and Dear Tale,
The Hunter’s story moral will never fail.
Childhood memories-gone like thin air.
Life-sometimes just isnt fair.
These two things are true you see,
Because both apply to me.
My life is out of balance and control.
And although only 19, I feel like my memories are memories of old.
Love-it comes when you dont expect.
Hate-it comes when everything is pefect.
These two things are true you see,
Because they both apply to me.
Love sometimes is just too complex
and hate sometimes is just a hex.
Life-sometimes goes too fast.
Death-Im glad it comes last.
Man and his Tree
The wind carried it into the ground.
Buried, it grew longer and stronger everyday.
Until the fateful day, “crash, Crash, CRASH!” is the only heard sound.
It fell upon the soft, moist earth, no longer aesthetic.
They carried it to him, flopping it upon his shoulders, making him look sad and pathetic.
They mocked him, they threw stones at him.
He dropped it, one of his followers picked it up and helped him carry on.
He was so weak and thin.
His follower soon had to leave, and he would have to be placed upon it alone.
They gave him bitter wine and a terrible crown that pierced the flesh with sorrow.
It stood there holding him, allowing his blood to trickle down its arms.
It too felt the pain of three nails, piercing its being…but without harm.
It was finally relieved of his pain when they brought him down and put him in a tomb of stone.
It stood there in the rain, it stood there forever and ever.
Not knowing it was just a seed love had sown.
Please dont judge me by what I wear
or by the many ways I do my hair.
Please dont look at the car I drive-I’m not the vehicle; I’m the person inside.
Dont base your thoughts on how I talk,
and dont make fun of how I run and walk.
Dont concern yourself with where I live,
How wealthy I am, or the gifts I give.
My skin may be a certain shade-
it doesnt tell you my worth; its how I was made.
God molded us into who we are
and see’s our every thought afar,
We are precious in Gods sight, deeply loved.
Our differences dont matter to God above.
If we could only see people tnrough Gods holy eyes,
We’d never label others with tags that are lies.
My dear family, I’m Sorry.
Be strong and do not worry.
I’m at war, defending my home.
don’t forget I am not alone
I am down but not out.
I’ll be watching you from above.
Do not cry for I am here
Do not fall for the trick that is called “Fear”.
the roaring thunder
an echo of it’s brother
rolling over hills
the lion slumbers
his bed-the African fields
his blanket-the sun
tears falling into the pools
the mist flies away
Hostage to my Memory
I can still feel the cold chill beneath my feet
When you kissed me shortly after our first meet
I can still taste your soft lips
When you stole me and held me by the hips
I can still feel your warm skin
when we became one, chin to chin.
How can I sleep when I know you’re out there
Not laying here with me, Life’s not fair.
How do you expect me to breathe when you’re my Air,
No longer bringing life to me, How should I care?
He made a comment only I could hear
Whispered it softly into my ear
The statement he made hurt me a lot
My body grew cold and my face got hot
I didn’t know if I should tell him or just let it go
If I said “your words hurt” would he say them again
or get angry and say “Im no longer your friend”
I decided to tell him, to express how I feel
He laughed, did he know my hurt feelings were real
Soon he made excuses “I was just being blunt”
And he never paused to realize
all he needed to do was just apologize
My Giving Heart
If I was going to give my geart
I would put it out into an open space
Whoever wants it can take it
Take as much as you like, I have a lot to give
But please be gentle, my heart is fragile
Don’t throw it in my face, it would break
My heart is already scarred, I don’t want another
Be gentle, I care-Even if you don’t
Please take my love.
My father burns my soul
My mother pricks my skin
My family see’s me as a greater sin
I wish I can run away
I wish I can flee to a new day
but I can’t run, I can’t flee.
These chains of sorrow, my parents placed on me.
My life is at a great despair, life just isn’t fair.
I feel like a prisoner of bloody scars,
Thoughts of gladness are long away and afar.
I wish I could be away from them.
Be with my friends, I wish especially for “him”.
But tears of lies I must tell
My soul, to death I would sell
but stay with my friends, I will, for no one else.
Although here, my family gives me welts
Their jealousy in chains, I am captured.
To maintain their “Perfect parents” picture.
The world see’s my pain, why can’t they?
In life I feel deeply astray.
My anger is enraged
Help me out of this parent-problem cage
I’d give anything for a life long lit
but my parents choose to ignore it
There is no more hope
These problems I no longer want to cope.
I’m trying to tell her, I’m shouting her name
I’m telling her the truth but she just leaves me in shame
I tell her be careful, to yiled whom she flirts
but she rejects me, just shoves my face in the dirt.
She stabs me in the heart, she abandons me.
I really care for her, why can’t she see?
I won’t give up. my voice must be heard.
But she hurts my soul, these woulds of mine cant be cured.
My spirits wounded, my soul deeply cries.
I try to tell her, she just thinks their lies
I’m sorry if I’m offending but I must tell.
I’m sorry if I’m destroying but you’re the one who fell.
Letter of Closure
It’s been two months and I still can’t believe it’s over
It’s been two months and I’ve got nothing to show for You left me after you crucified my heart.
Why would you leave me sitting in the dark?
I thought you said we were meant to be
I thought you said you would never leave
But here I am crying stale tears for you again
I cant stop because my love for you will never end
I still read everything we wrote and said
How could I even forget the memories we made in my bed?
I just want to kiss you, I just want to hurt you so bad
And right now I don’t know which you should have
I already forgave you but what you said I can’t forget
How could you leave saying “you’re too good” without any regret?
I think I deserve more and that’s what I need
I’m sorry I left acting like a bad seed
You just changed your light, I didn’t know these shadows you made on the floor
I didn’t know what was going on and was afraid I might be ashamed of you so I ran out the door
Ever since you said those unholy words It’s like you’ve laid a spell on me at its worse
People talk to me and I start to like them
But they confess I’m “too good” for the likes of them
I cant tell you how painful that is to hear
Its like twisting the knife you left in my heart when you left me in tears
Know that when I shared feelings for your friend
It was for my own sake, not to offend or for revenge
I genuinely did like him, why does this surprise you?
Your hearts are the same, you are mirror images-one in the two
I spilled my heart when he was in the hands of another man
I told him when I did so that he doesn’t keep my heart in his own hands
I hope this is something you can understand
I hope this is something you can forget, like washed away footprints in the sand.
I know you’re tied with someone else now
But know I care for you. Call for my help and I’ll be there, just tell me how
We left off with things ending pretty roughly
I don’t want this end to be so ugly.
I just want to be free of your bonds.
Please, if you could, tell me something I did wrong.
You must see this in my own eyes
Imagine if your man left you because you were just a good guy.
It doesn’t make any sense does it? Being abandoned for being nothing but exactly what they desire
You’d think it’s bullshit, you wouldn’t believe. You’d think he’s just being a damn liar
So please I beg you to tell me why you left me
I need to know this so I can be free.
I don’t want you, you can do what makes you happy
But I think of you and what you gave me I long for that feeling, I long for the way you look at me
But I must move on, I must get away from these things. Please don’t take this as a beg for you to be with me
But rather a plea for me to be me and to be free
Please don’t ever lose sight of who you are inside
It was that man I fell in love with, the one I knew I could confide
Please always take the high road and do whats right
Don’t ever become a child of the night
I wish for the best for you and I hope dreams come true
I love you