11:12

Parched throats and pens.
Dishevelled desks and hairs.
Crumbled pages and thoughts.
Blackened erasers and eyes.

Wincing the Night Away whispers
some stifled headphone
connected to some dying iPod
buried somewhere in my
denim mountain on the floor.

"Eviscerate your fragile frame
and spill it out on the ragged floor."
The words kidnap my mind
away from my work
to a much needed sleeping lesson.

My head jerks backwards.
I am thrown back into reality.
My blackened eyes wander across my dishevelled desk
resting on my cellular connection to the world.

I hope desperately for some excuse for procrastination
But the screen remains unforgivingly black
Staring unforgivingly back
At my unforgivingly black eyes.

Still and silent.

My eyes stumble to the clock
"11:12" it scoffs.
Those 4 unholy digits
laugh at me behind their rigid black lines.

Still and silent.

Eleven-twelve.
I only want to
Wish the night away.
But I've just missed my chance.
One minute too late always comes too soon.

My eyes can't see what I'm sensing
So I'll have to settle with wincing.

Six Feet Over

A dead man, to me,

Lies not below the sea;

Not a body in the ground,

But a voice without sound.

A dead man, I say,

Is not the soil's prey,

But an expressionless toy

Of unwarrented joy.

A dead man can be

Something difficult to see.

His thoughts go unknown;

Another faceless clone.

Only can we thrive,

Breathing and alive,

When our mind is free

Not to think

But to see.

Drip

Mind-numbing exasperation

Infuriating irritation

The drip...drip...drip of the day

Drip-drip-dripping away

Leads my conscience astray

Thoughts turn to bitter dismay

Tearing at my aching head

As I sink further into my bed

With all my thoughts left unsaid

Consciousness is such a dread

I'd rather sleep it away instead

11:50

10 minutes to midnight

but i'd rather stay up all night

writing

thinking

listening

watching

because 10 minutes of expression

of thought

of silence

of stillness

is more refreshing than 10 hours of sleep

will ever be

A Migraine

Pounding, pounding, pounding

Dawn church bells sounding

Spinning, spinning, spinning

Without end or beginning

Flashing, flashing, flashing

Deep sea waves crashing

Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing

Dry eyes sobbing

Shaking, shaking, shaking

Dormant storm awaking

Screaming, screaming, screaming

Light slivers beaming

Banging, banging, banging

Thoughts clashing, clanging

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Inflamed mind convulsing

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It shakes, rattles, and roars

Yet we sit eternally still

They feed us proscription lies

But I refuse to take the pill

The vacuums of these fools' minds

Release a sublimating chill

They think that none of us can see

Over the windowsill

They say we'll never understand

But I know I always will

Searching, looking, trying to find

The light beyond the hill

The Dragon Warrior

He saw them in the distance;
Killers dressed in black.
A battle cry split the air,
Signaling the attack.

He examined his surroundings,
And immediately he knew;
Anything that could be done,
He would have to do.

If his foe had advanced this far,
Help would not arrive.
They would already have come,
If they were still alive.

So he called upon the elements
Flowing in his veins.
He demanded that they answer
So the enemy could be slain.

First, he summoned Water,
And called her from the deep.
“I know that you can hear me,” he cried,
“For Water does not sleep.”

Answer me, O Water,
Your powers are what I seek.
I desperately need your help;
Without you I am weak.”

As Water rose to meet him,
She made a thundering roar.
He had never seen her anger
Rumble like this before.

“Why do you disturb me,
The master of the seas,
Do not try to command me.
For I do only as I please.”

“I meant no disrespect,” he replied
“But there are innocent lives at stake.
I ask nothing for myself,
But only for their sake.”

“What ever I do for you,” said Water
“Comes with a cost so very high.
If you hesitate for a moment,
The price is that you die.”

“I am the son of the first warriors,
To walk upon the Earth;
Descendant of the dragons,
Here at mankind’s birth.”

Fear and hesitation,
Are things I do not know;
They vanished from my blood,
Centuries ago.”

Next, he turned to Earth,
And summoned her from below.
“Mother of all life,
I need your help against my foe.”

I must have your assistance,
So I make this request:
Rise and face my enemy,
And help me in this test.”

Earth was quick to answer
The young warrior’s plea,
“What gives you the right
To make demands of me?”

“I am the son of your first dragon;
Her blood is my life’s source.
I am the child of your first man,
In my veins, I carry his force.”

“I will gladly help you, son,
But there is a price to pay,
If I see you falter,
Your life will end this day.”

“I accept this challenge,
Knowing I will win or die.
I will fight this battle ‘til the end,
Or fall from the sky.”

Then, he called to Fire
To help him in his plight.
The warrior commanded her
To stand with him and fight.

“Beware, my brave son,
Hold my warning true,
If I sense your fear,
I must destroy you.”

He scoffed back at Fire,
“My ancestors you disgrace.
I am a full-blooded member
Of a brave and noble race.”

I tell you, like the others,
This battle I will win.
But that is only possible,
With the fire from within.”

Finally, he beckoned Wind,
And the powers in the air,
His voice called for them,
With an ancient prayer.

“All that blows around me,
Come to your child in need.
Help me in this battle;
Complete this honorable deed.”

The answer floated on a breeze
That only he could hear,
“I will stand beside you,
Unless you give in to fear.”

He answered, “I’m the son
Of warriors proud and brave,
And I swear that I fear nothing,
Not even my own grave.”


Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind;
On either side they flew
To meet the mighty attackers,
And deal out what was due.

Water gave him fluid motion,
His enemies she drowned.
Earth swelled up beneath his foes,
And knocked them to the ground.

Fire filled his mighty lungs,
And scorched all that lay below.
Wind blew strong and mighty,
Dealing the final blow.

When the last foe was defeated,
And the dust had settled down,
He gazed upon the battlefield
And his enemies on the ground.

He had proven himself in battle,
And passed his greatest test.
He had bravely faced his enemies,
And succeeded in his quest.

So when you hear the thunder
Roll across the sky,
Do not fear the awesome rumble
Of the Dragon Warrior’s Cry.