Saturday, November 5, 2011

Clouds

Clouds
Viewed from below,
Envied by us,
Unable to reach such heights,
Their fluffy texture invites your mind to rest,
Your eyes to a world of darkness,
And their wispy strands full over the sky,
Like hair on gentle shoulders,
Clouds are just beyond our reach,
Even when they are in our grasp,
They cannot be held,
Only to be viewed, not obtained,
Clouds,
The bright white cottonballs clumped on the horizon,
Some sprinkled snow shading the surface from rays of light,
The white against blue,
Yellow infused vanilla ice cream,
Spread throughout the sea above us,
Giving relief from the smoldering sun,
Or lighting the way on a journey
These vapors can fill us with realization,
The power of their presence overwhelms us,
The dark shadows fill us,
With inspiration,
Frustration,

I Speak to the Wind

I Speak to the Wind
Aboard the massive galleon,
Their sails unfurled,
At sea I wait,
Silence the only one speaking,
Soon the sloshing of frothy waters surrounds my words,
I speak to the wind,
It carries my voice into the distant horizon,
Whispers heard among the beating of waves,
The sails flapping in response,
I shatter the silence,
And it falls like glass around my body,
As I shout words of anguish.
I speak to the wind,
Its gentle breeze caressing me,
Its inviting presence overwhelming me,
I cry into the breeze,
The large voice unknown by me bouncing along the water,
The sea holds its breath,
Waiting patiently for the wind to respond,
I sit there,
And listen to my words echo back,
Brought by the wind.
I speak to the wind,
And it replies numbly,
Notifying me once more of its power,
Reminding me once more of the strength it contains,
Of the damage it has seen,
Of the knowledge it has gained,
The wisdom it has received from experiences long past,
I speak to the wind,
Of my own struggles,
My own mistakes
And I ask the wind what to learn from them,
It replies with hallow sounds,
Whistles of all pitches,
It howls around me with delight,
I speak to the wind,
Asking for some way to understand,
Some deliverance,
A sign,
That I was protected ,
That I wasn't to return to the mess of a world I came from,
For I wished to live with only the sun,
The water,
And the wind.
Suddenly the wind fades,
The water turns away,
And the sun shields me from its own light.
I speak to the wind,
Asking for it to come back,
To come back to me,
I drop to my knees,
Begging for another chance,
To be able to have the rush of air in my hair,
The wind brought me courage, strength,
It gave me the sun,
And the freedom of the waters,
I speak to the wind,
And I see it swirl along the surface,
Filling my sails once more,
Filling me with hope yet another time,
This joy is lived,
For the wind holds me in its arms,
And talks to me in the softest voice blessed upon my ears,
Giving me words of parting,
I speak to the wind,
My mind bursting,
My thoughts flowing into the sea,
Lighting the sun on fire,
The wind rages on,
And bids me farewell,
As it whips into the distance,
Disappearing from sight,
I feel...
 At ease,
I sit in the silence that was once present before,
The silence that filled the air around me,
And I sit once more,
Staring at the sails,
Feeling the sin sinking into the ocean below,
Becoming dark, icy, and somehow....
Deeper.
And I wait....
For when the wind comes back,
For when I can speak to the wind,
Once more.

Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray









Unhealed Scars

Unhealed Scars
Like the wings that cut through dampened air,
And scales through waters cold,
The knife runs slowly down the skin,
Cutting through scars unhealed,
Liquid roses seep from cracks,
Running along the desert plains,
Down my side,
They gather pain forgotten,
And it drips...
Drips...
Drips to the floor,
Returning to the earth it was born from,
The pain of unhealed scars forgotten,
In the blood of my heart so rotten.

Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray
 

Thursday, October 27, 2011

We Talk Silently

We Talk Silently

We talk silently,
Our emotions spilling onto the screen,
Our thoughts bursting out.
We talk silently,
Smiling as we have something new to read,
Something new to understand.
I sit in silence,
Waiting,
For you,
We talk silently,
Only the beating of our hearts heard,
Then excitement,
Disturbing the wake,
Sending a wave crashing into our minds,
Allowing us to respond once more.
We talk silently,
Our mouths not moving,
Only our thoughts present,
Helping us better understand,
What is written.  

Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray 
 

The Light of Love

The Light of Love

As I fumble in the dark passageways of my heart,
A light flickers in the distance.
It brings me warmth and happiness,
And I race toward the light,
But when I reach it....
It leaves me.
Never staying long enough for my feelings of comfort to grow.
Then a different light came one day,
It stayed.
Slowly, the dark passageways grew wide,
Waterfalls flowing into cool pools of water,
Flowers blooming in every shade imaginable.
Then one day,
The light started to grow bigger,
Into a sun.
Its rays caressing me in its golden arms.
Enjoying the new found joy,
I turn to a green meadow,
Where the daisies grow wild,
Where this worlds creator is to be found.
We lay together in the soft grass,
As our hands slowly find each other,
They move as one to the tall cottonwood nearby,
They slowly carve a heart,
Surrounding initials of love,
And they kiss,
The world slowing down that very second.
She giggles,
Her laugh making the whole world brighter.
Then comes a smile,
Illuminating every inch of the soul.
Together,
We stand,
Hand in Hand,
A glow inside us,
Growing together.
The world forever shone brighter from that day forward.
Until came the day of reckoning...
When she doubted her powers,
Questioned the happiness,
And threw it all away.
My now powerless figure sat there and listened,
Cringing with every word,
Then stood up,
On his own,
Something never accomplished before,
And he spoke to her,
Telling her how wonderful she is,
How she gave him the strength he had to stand,
He reached out with a loving hand,
Hoping the maiden would take it,
Too his surprise she ran into his arms.
He carried her back into the world she made,
And as the sun rose again,
The boy felt at home,
The girl felt saved,
And happiness was restored.
He saved her from her own being,
She saved him by creating his world,
But in the end the together creating a pure love.


Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray

The Memory of Forgotten Feelings

The Memory of Forgotten Feelings


What was once thought special,
Is now just a movement,
What was once the touch of a lover,
Is now just the brushing of someones hand.
There I was with you and the stars,
Feeling like the only man in the world.
I felt....Free
I felt.... Loved
That moment was once thought special,
Until I looked upon the others.
So many others that have held you close,
That have been in that same moment.
In an instant,
That moment was lost,
Destroyed by the souls of those lost in your heart,
Those that have been hurt like I have.
I was told long before,
To be careful,
To not trust,
To not believe,
And to not love someone so close to me.
My heart would not listen to the aching screams of my mind.
I followed the bloody trail full of tears,
Only to be greeted with comfort,
With a warmth only to be given by a lover.
I held in my arms something more valuable than diamonds and gold,
And in an instant,
It all turned to water.
Flooding out of my arms,
Into the stream it came from, 
The stream from along the trail of bloody tears,
Where so many disfigured hearts lay about.
He felt something so special,
And lost it in a second,
To nothing but the look on her face.
What once was so special,
Feels empty to me,
But I cherish what wisps I still have of that distant feeling.





 Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray