Tag Archives: freeverse

Found You

Standard

Happy Wednesday! Here is a rough recording (cellphone mics for the win!) of a song that I wrote called Found You. Enjoy ❤

https://www.reverbnation.com/casiar/song/23667175-demo-found-you

Walls

Standard
Walls
4-29-15

There are no feelings within

the Walls of the mind

Complete thoughts firing synapses

through flesh and muscle
The brain functions as a
mechanical device
housing memories like a computer
constantly downloading
worthless data
Secret storage spaces of environmental
and instinctual reactions
That guide the responses of self from subconscious afflictions to
Questions we ask ourselves over and over
Age isn’t a relevant factor within
The epiphany
Only the progressing stages of heartache and pain do we recognize
Chapters building up to tell a shaded view of the stories
This idea of a place for the outcasts to introduce the variety of life that exist outside the Walls
And what that means to the World
The Bastards of situational learning
who hide behind the understanding of
the obtainment of ‘knowledge’
Choosing choice and creation as a
slave to temptation of beauty
Or something like it
The breathers of life
The shadows of death
Legions of heavy heads contemplating
every thought
When the mind goes from basic functioning
and dips into the layers within
We forget / We forget / We forget
I am grateful for sunny afternoons with good tunes ❤ http://www.lowlandhum.com/

Three Crows Bathing in the River

Standard
Walking along the trail I saw
Three crows bathing in the river
Their feathers ruffled from the wind and water
A brilliant blackness glistening in the sun
Mimicking the water’s surface
With its diamonds and mirrors of light
I stumbled forward
Tripping on the unseen root
My eyes focused on the
Three Black Birds
Staring back at me
While the scenery started
Morphing into something different
Than my original interpretation
Of the river, of the flock
A slimy sheen covered the water
The sun masking my first glances
The distance preventing acknowledgement of other senses
The stench burning into my nostrils
The three black birds standing proud
With their beaks pointing towards the sky
Then I realized
The murder was actually
Three white doves covered in mud
I am grateful for walks ❤️

Poet

Standard

  

 

Oh Poet
Writer of lovely verses
With your imagination
Shaping metaphorical figures
Around your bright red
Tongue
Do you know me
Oh Poet
You claim to see
To make us believe
However daunting your task
How far will you run?
There’s a garden
Laid with flowers 
More than the violets
That you seek
Sunflowers stand tall
Guarding the edges
Oh Poet
What others would you find?
Once betrayed
Forgiven never forgotten
If you choose conquest
Over silence
You reap what you sow
I am grateful for words ❤

A Bullet to the Heart

Standard
I don’t know why we fall in and out of love

Humans hoard their vulnerabilities until they forget how to feel 
We gorge on the sensitivities of those perceptible to our eye(s)
Acting as a kitchen sponge rather than a breathing being
There are those who can love 
There are those who can be loved
Some people greedily accept whatever they can get
While others try to hold onto anything attainable
Fake smiles, lies, darkened thoughts, and mind fucks
Each skill handed off in this game of manipulation
She stole his heart so now he must go steal one for himself
It’s a dog-eat-dog world in this ‘spiritual’ madness
As all of the lost lovers gather together on the firing line;
A bullet to the heart is surely the only way to kill one’s afflictions
I don’t know why we fall in and out of love
I am grateful for the feelings of love ❤

A Familiar Name, A Familiar Face

Standard

Someone is talking in the distance

Indistinguishable words that hum into ears
The stars shine brilliantly between the black waves
Churning thoughts and emotions overhead
Air clings to the body like scaling skin
Pieces of flaky layers of the World around
A virus killing softly within the wind
Tempting the breath of those chosen 
Figures dance by in all of their fancy
Pretty faces with open mouths smiling wide
Boys and girls falling victims to the Romantics
Inventing lives upon hurtful stories and lies
Would you recognize my face if you saw me?
Would you guess what I could be thinking?
These are the questions that I dream about
The answers we seek often never surprises
Energy breaks free into me then through
A solid wall of heavy empty space
Another piece of the imaginary puzzle
A familiar name, a familiar face
I am grateful for everyday ❤



Basement Corridors

Standard

IMG_7728

I descend the staircase
Step after step
Spiraling downward
Inside of a turret of
Stone and mortar

Shadows dance along
Always by my side
Following the way down
As the light slowly dims and
Then it is extinguished

Darkness consumes sight
My friends of confidence
Of light and dark that
Leave me alone in my silence
Without the echoing cadence
Step after step
Inside of the basement corridors
Of my mind

I am grateful for balance ❤

Empty Eyes

Standard

I have been working on getscarce music with my bandmate Chris and this is one of our new pieces. We’ve recorded the song but we’re not quite ready to post it yet. In the meantime, I would like to share the lyrics. Have a nice weekend everyone 😄✌️

I am grateful for friends and music ❤️

Empty Eyes

I woke up from a dream and I lost control
I rubbed the dirt from my eyes
And I see nothing but the night below
And I hear the wind on all sides

I watch the hands on the clock
I slip through the sands of time
Visions blurred, unspoken words
Have I lost my mind?

I find myself so alone
Starring back at everyone
Bodies pass me by
With their empty eyes

I walk with you between these old bones
Among, the crooked rows, of lost and broken stones
Black phantoms marching, their footsteps pass me by
And I hear nothing but the sounds of snow
I watch the spirits rise

IMG_7692

Blue chair

Standard

The floors are white
annoyingly so
Shining the reflection
of light
Into my eyes

The chair is blue
Rusted with age
Probably picked up
on the side of the road
Or given away

Soles of shoe
connect to the
Slippery surface
mirroring the ceiling
Disbelieving

Sitting down upon
seat in middle of room
With the glittery floor
and single object of
Furniture

Blue chair scuffs white
floor and rings out an
Echoing scream of
metal scraping tile until
Silence

I am grateful for silence ❤

White Curtains, White Walls

Standard

The bird sits on her perch
Inside the iron cage
In the front of the house,
with its white curtains and white walls:
The bird’s home two feet from the window

The bird sits on her perch
Decorated in gold
Her feathers soft to touch,
contrasting against the white curtains and white walls:
The bird’s beauty purchased for all of her colors

The bird sits on her perch
Forever always watching
Ignoring the boundaries of view,
cage bars framing the white curtains and white walls:
The bird’s eyes gazing past the glass in desire

The bird sits on her perch
Listening to silence
As a lonely decoration,
an isolation within the white curtains and white walls:
A solitude to drown out any chirping or singing

The bird sits on her perch
Heart rapidly pounding
Chest feathers ruffle with motion,
a reminder of life in the room with white curtains and white walls:
It’s always the same day after day.

I am grateful for time off ❤