My Poetry and Etc.

This is a page that contains my pitiful attempts to be artistic in some sense, whether it be words or computer graphics art.  Everything I have done is still a work in progress and basically, I'll never be done with them.  All you people out there that are artists, I envy you greatly.

I warn you now, I have a weird sense of poetry and vision.  So, see if you can figure out what I am trying to talk about.

downFall

By Kevin Barefoot

Beyond the window of the building, out there where

the chambers of my mind echo the torrent of change...

The world’s artist sets to work on his canvas

He lets it rain green, yellow, and gold

Mixed with the drizzle of red, orange, and brown

All raining down,

                                             down,

                                                            down

In a flashflood of color the earth is soaked

The land is swamped by multiple drops

A swimming squirrel dives

He submerges in search for his food

Which is now lost at sea

The sky has been stripped of its clouds

What were once blooming green tops,

Now empty spikes reaching towards the heavens

In the wind, the rainbow twirls, whirls, and plunges

And in the chaos, the clouds disperse, flutter, and fall

All raining down,

                                             down,

                                                            down

The world’s artist has created autumn’s downFall

For in autumn the sky pours its leaves, its rain,

Upon the map of the earth, the round canvas

Let the colors flood the globe and drown us all.

Within a year the cycle begins again, autumn’s downFall

By Kevin Barefoot

The Shark’s Jaws

By : Kevin Barefoot

Love of violence rules the day as

blood creeps its way down into the gutters

riding amongst sewage crests and vomit

into the very swamp we drink from sadly proving

water is thicker than blood.

Every home becomes a cage with

a thousand deadbolts locking one door.

Yet the cry of the gun, the roar of the predator

echoes in daylight and on television sets captivating

a billion deadheads with one channel.

The only sense of order in the sea of chaos

that the ship Society sank into

are the jagged tombstones lined in infinite rows,

the soul landmark upon this abyss

called mother earth.

We’re all living life on our way

to the Shark’s Jaws

Universal Transition

By Kevin Barefoot

At the far end of the universe lies my galaxy

In a stationary orbit far from the sun

I, hidden in my room, brood over meaningless trifles

This is my last night within this galaxy,

                         This place that I have called my own

The walls are near, the ceiling is low

Or is it me?  I’ve been growing. . .

I’ve spent my childhood here, but now it’s the little one

In four baby steps, you can traverse my galaxy

                        A quaint galaxy, soon to be gone

One real piece of furniture, all connected to make the whole

A flimsy desk, a worn walk-in closet, cluttered shelves

A satellite loft bed which hangs in a ceiling’s starless sky

All these elements coming together in the grand scheme

                        All forming the essentials of a place, space

In the only window, the sun and moon shine through

Within their beams, dustroids and comets fly

On the sill sat the five plastic lions

Now old and expressionless among the meteor swarm

                        Soon sunset will arrive as a waning moon rises

At the far end of the universe lies my galaxy

In a stationary orbit far from the sun

This is my last night to brood here

I will miss my little room

                        My little, little galaxy

By Kevin Barefoot

This poem is my favorite, and by far the best I've ever done.  It was inspired by the song Crucify My Love, by X-Japan.  Get the song!

Forever Sweet?

 By Kevin Barefoot

I stare at my stolen heart clutched

within your gentle clawlike hands

with their hypnotizing hold,

descending into the deeper religions in me,

either uniting with me or deceiving me.

And I need to know what is to come,

for I have never believed in myself,

but I begin to believe in you.

And I am afraid of this dreamy nightmare.

By blind devotion, I am led to an unknown heaven

which could turn to a definite hell.

I don’t know if a chance at paradise is worth the risks.

This internal-eternal question consumes the past, present, and future.

Your moral touch, seemingly sowing fiery sparks

which alight my heart and lighten my head,

may be an immoral hook, slashing your pet heart,

like an icy sickle stab through my soul.

I see all possibilities and I see nothing,

I just don’t want to fall, because I don’t comprehend the risks.

I have never fallen, nor have I ever risen.

I hope that I can entrust my life to you,

may your light guide me well.

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