Poem of the Day

A dust covers the world
the gritty soot in a thin layer
scratching my skin
irritating my eyes
things seem so clouded
and the burning incessant
salty tears fall
in an attempt to cleanse
yet the vision is a blur
and I see only the shapes of things
as if in a distance
on a hot and tarry
asphalt road
In a wave of confusion
I search for the clear
the transparent
yet visions of other lost souls
block my path
mud faced trenchers
with hollowed eyes
and yellowed skin
bellowing out a mournful song
of pain and suffering
I burn incense
to mask the phantom smell
of decaying flesh
remnants of the dead
I've never seen
These words come alive
from the pages
of that which I read
Pangs of war
endless bouts of suffering
and in the blur
covered by ash
I see it as if it were plain as day
no sleep for the wicked they say
as we send more to the trenches
without vision
or clarity

New Poem

I trained my eyes to look beyond the haze

After things move out of focus

And the world becomes a blur

The true clarity lies beyond that surface

When through the veil you see

The actual shape of things

Like a familiar shape through wisps

Of smoke

I see beyond the foggy visage

Into something almost ethereal

Where light and shadow mingle

Dancing together

Creating the tiny specters of imagination

An eye for the awkward

I see you through the grain

A soft smile

An enduring spirit

One day and One Semester to go

I have one day left of summer classes...then one semester and I graduate from MSC...wow.

Words that came forth

In the place of shadows

Beyond gilded windows

And lively places

Where specters of memory dance

Remnants of past transgressions

And hidden emotions

There stands my ambition

Derelict of passion

Mangled in the cobwebs of apathy

A spectacle of itself

Indeed

Once a candle flickered

Its golden light revealing

But it is now cinders

Lying quietly on a cold brass base

No life to speak of

And thus end my dreams

With ash

At least poetic in a sense

Pretty on a page

Bleh

This is the only word in the English language to describe my feeling as of late... formal or not.
I have been sick
School is a pain
I cant really work
and I am tired of sitting in my bedroom...completely tired of it.

I have thus read TWO books on World War One... they are happy little tomes I tell you.
One the English Experience, one The German both writing with angst and disillusionment about a war started with the most noble of intentions from the soldiers even though it was a cloud of political confusion which started the whole mess in the first place...
The remnants of an old world, the movers and shakers, Imperial designs on a modern world and... modern technology no one knew how to use...
What a great combo...
After this, I am going to read something so happy its sick and then sit in some flowers for a while, I feel a bit down.
and I wrote a poem, but its for no one's eyes but my own