Please excuse the choppiness of this one. This is from an improv. poetry tag game. So to break it down, the words set to astericks is the given theme from the previous poet, and so became this craphole of an improv piece. Not bad I guess, just needs a lot of work before being ordained into my "to be considered as serious work" list...
Some kind of moon shattering occured
between the grey line
and the hurried soul.
The tired and lonely orbit
worn with certainty
has only begun
to step outward
from the boundaries
of gravitational pull.
*To wild fields,*
whose grace is none other
than a beautiful sacrafice,
I have given worlds of misery
in exchange for such heraldry.
As night approaches
I must retrieve the many
and find them whole again.
Like god
and the mystery
inside of us all,
I see light and energy
working through Everything.
The many faces
of wind in my hair
and whispers
to my face
to the tall outstretched nights
and wide open mornings,
to die inside
another time
and wake up
to do it over again...
Wherever
could I go without you?
Breath,
go deeper.
Connect to source
and dedicate this life
to wild fields.
Inside,
I am nothing.
Outside,
I am you.
~Copyright Jessickah 2006
Some kind of moon shattering occured
between the grey line
and the hurried soul.
The tired and lonely orbit
worn with certainty
has only begun
to step outward
from the boundaries
of gravitational pull.
*To wild fields,*
whose grace is none other
than a beautiful sacrafice,
I have given worlds of misery
in exchange for such heraldry.
As night approaches
I must retrieve the many
and find them whole again.
Like god
and the mystery
inside of us all,
I see light and energy
working through Everything.
The many faces
of wind in my hair
and whispers
to my face
to the tall outstretched nights
and wide open mornings,
to die inside
another time
and wake up
to do it over again...
Wherever
could I go without you?
Breath,
go deeper.
Connect to source
and dedicate this life
to wild fields.
Inside,
I am nothing.
Outside,
I am you.
~Copyright Jessickah 2006
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The Midwatch
Bathed in a humming, blood red glow
Are my eerie footsteps, metallic and slow
Echoing softly, up the starboard ladder
This nightly post has never been sadder
Voices in the dark:"You're early" "I know"
Troublesome dreams, idle chatter
We trade a lie for a lie, and a truth for a truth
As he slips below, I start to wonder
Do I really matter
The Arctic heavens make this vessel mundane
No longer so gallant, so daring or vane
Just a tiny boat in the icy beauty
But she's romantically eager, tempermental, and moody
The crew below is comatose as we limp home in pain
The holds still lacking booty
Even when they're full we complain
With nothing gained, I start to wonder
About honor, and duty
I imagine a lookout, on my mind's horizon
Out on the edge, and looking in
At a wayward soul, all alone on the sea
Who feels indentured, but ultimately free
An anarchist, wearily risen
For that midnight interlude
With an archaic tradition
Destiny adrift from me, I start to wonder
What else can I be
My eyes grow callous from staring through a lense
And always looking for a means to my ends
They cloud up with grief and blink away tears
Searching for something, for so many years
The darkness is harsh, and tears no longer cleanse
Even in calm seas my storm never ends
As a ship appears, I start to wonder
How to conquer my fears
Ships in the ice are like people I know
Passing and searching, no sentiments show
So distantly cold without one another
Yet each so complex we're about to smother
Like a girlfriend from years ago
When I was a cigarette, stubbed out for another
Relentless thoughts trickle like a nosebleed's flow
I start to wonder
What happened to my mother
Full of patience, my senses deprived
Shocking to think one can even survive
An entire hour, sans a thought, or a doubt
At last the captain's here, ten minutes to five
He's solemn, awake and devout
A welcome relief, someone else can drive
Cause I'll get where I'm going, whatever the route
Got to quit longing for that damsel to arrive
But I start to wonder
What love is all about
[Edited on Jan 21, 2006 8:47PM]