Poetry Across the Span
Introduction
In 1988, I realised that I could write rhyming verse, and use poetry as an emotional outlet. From the April of that year until the latter half of 1990, I had regular writing spells each roughly one month apart. Pent up frustration or dark emotions usually triggered my inspiriation. In the September of 1990, I joined a fanatical religious organisation. My inspiration promptly dried up for a while as I pre-occupied myself with adjusting to a new lifestyle. But emotional extremes of one sort or another brought me back to the pen and paper. The Span ends around the time I decided to leave the church in 1994. The religious positions taken in the poems represented my beliefs when I wrote them, and not necessarily my beliefs now. Cheers!
Please excuse the first couple for their roughness, but I had to include them for completeness. It gets better, believe me!
First Glimpses of Meaning
Poem #1
School is a pill,I've had my fill.
I'm gonna crack,
If I go back.
Everyday is all the same
School is just a stupid game
Society plays to shape and form
Each and every new-born.
Poem
Spinning, spinning, spinning ever around,Like a model train set, imprisoned
In an endless circle until the energy which
Gives it life is turned off by the hand of a giant
Enthusiast (at his whim) whom the tiny toy train never
Comprehends.
The circle of track has a tunnel
Night/Day
Night/Day
A Simple Meaning
Smile with wonderment at what exists around you,For whether or not you know it, it is true,
That beyond our limited range of sight,
beyond the shadows of both day and night,
beyond all the beauties I could describe,
And beyond the grasps of deceit and bribe,
A truth stands firm, unseen, yet not,
corrupted or diminished by Man's mental rot,
Which left him stuck in the world of today
feeling oppressed by his sense's decay.
If only you could feel the way
The ecstasy I'm feeling swells this day
far further than I can see, hear, touch, or smell.
Beyond the grasps of heaven and hell.
Inside, I have spread to infinity…
I'm drawing strength and vitality
which is available to all who seek,
I plead you to accept this reality.
For then you can join me at this place,
Where pride, hate, shame, and fear fall from grace
to obscurity and a small dark place,
Far from where I stand.
If you have ever read Sacred Journey of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman, you might be interested in how closely one of his visions came to what I wrote about 8 years ago!
Lonely Selfishness
Ugly creature full of turmoilRears it's head, it's face pure spite
Cradling itself in a world of trouble,
It thinks the world is there to fight.
It pities itself, thoughts distorted,
Reflecting on it's efforts - thwarted-
To make peace with society.
But no-one listens to it's plea,
So now it puts the world at fault:
"They'll never tame this wild colt!"
But the animal refuses to see
The problem is it in reality.
Reflections
Peering into the face of a pond,The ripples quiver, the reflection
Of myself: not whole, but reflected in parts,
My complete face split into sparking shards.
Peering out towards a mirror,
Pond reflections face my peers.
To shirk action's responsibility,
In shards of light, I am he, or she.
I learn to look from under the surface-
Through my mind's eye at the reflected face
I say, "That's not me. Can't you see,
That he is to blame, the one I copied."
Knock, Knock. Is anyone there,
Behind the water's surface glare?
A truth I seek, the answers reek
Of dust and disuse, from honesty's abuse.
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Document last updated 13 April 1997