Old Poetry

This is a bunch of old stuff I have written over the years... Reading these writings is one of the only ways you can get to know me from this standpoint, and not in person... These works are listed chronologically... beginning with the oldest, and growing more recent down the list...

"Image"

The cold and dismal rain falls. A dense, ashen immensity completely blankets the dawn. A freshly humid coolness dominates and penetrates the still, trenchant air.
The soft pattering of the drizzle faintly murmurs in his ears, along with a low sonace of a piano recording. The damp air contently fills his lungs with a sigh as his wistful eyes absently slouch against the magnificence of his favorite weather.
He stares as his mind calmly drifts, dreaming, wondering. He unconsciously and slowly turns a mug of cold coffee in his palms.
He avidly pretends that the relaxing music that soothes his mind is played by his desired, yet non-existent, mistress.
He wishfully imagines her shiny, dark brunette flow of hair cascading in a long, beautiful waviness half-way down her back. He imagines her short, perfect figure seated before a black grand piano, quietly succeeding the music at her touch. Her small, soft hands deftly caress the ivories, inspiring the rise and fall of the slow tones of the Pachelbel Kanon. A calm smile curves her gentle lips with the mellowness of the music.
But mostly, he imagines her intensly beautiful eyes. A striking, yet soft, dark, and tawny chocolate brown pair are they. They are as darkly brown as the darkest night, and equally as vast and deep. He can see those sharply luminous genius eyes silently divulge her untold soul in her steady stare. They lavish and strike out her imagined thought of love toward him with an ecstasy of wishful, intense charm.
His soul aches with a wish.

S.C.R.

8-4-93

"Opal Brilliance"

Night, the glorious night;
Dark, mysterious, and sinister can it be.
Seemingly evil and crowded with fright,
For nothing can you see.

For some, it holds invisible stalkers,
And unknowing depthlessness.
For others, glimmering sky diamonds,
And beautiful breathlessness.

Visions and pictures,
For the imagination set free.
Endless space and wonders,
All before you to see.

Magnificent crystal dust,
And far off worlds of yore.
Infinity at it's very best
For your mind to explore.

A faint music of the Universe,
Mellowing you into it's cloak.
Boundless, black immensity,
Silent, still, and unbroke.

Silhouettes, brilliance, and dreams
Of the realm in timeless awe.
Staring, impressing it's schemes
Into enigma for those who've saw:

The Night.

S.C.R.

10-18-93

"Silence"

Untouched, barren, and vast silence
Reigns his thoughts and surroundings.
A smooth breeze touches the trees,
The bushes, and his short hair, in . . .
Silence . . .
As he sits atop a large rock,
Buried by the twilight greatness,
He stares out at the sunset,
At a scene as vast and barren as . . .
Silence . . .
He imagines the great crimson horizon
Behind an endless and silent desert,
Of fine sand and parched air.
His thoughts descend into nothing but . . .
Silence . . .
As tiny mirrors of stars start to shine
And pierce the slowly darkening sky,
He seems to feel like part of the spectacle.
He slips away, out of his thoughts, into . . .
Silence . . .
His mind slowly overtakes the scene,
And soars about, feeling the full ecffects
Of the great and solid Earth below,
And reaching the vast infinty of absolute . . .
Silence . . .
Only at this extreme pinnacle of quiet,
Does a great and slow rhythm arise.
The song of the universe enters his mind,
And the vast scene is no longer . . .
Silent . . .

S.C.R.

7-2-94

"The Well"

Sometimes I think I'm in the real world,
Roaming among everyone else.
Sometimes I think I'm free,
Of the dark well inside of me.

But then it seems always
Something goes wrong,
And I plunge back into the well
Far, far, inside of me.

Then I think that maybe,
I was never really free;
Just peeking out of the well
Always below everybody.

Sometimes when I fall far down the well,
I sink into the cold, smothering water,
And watch the light from the real world,
Dance above me in the tiny waves.

Sometimes I stay there a while,
Underwater in my secret well,
Lonely, saddened, silent,and dark,
Pondering far off thoughts.

Sometimes I don't understand the world,
And I question my sanity.
But can my soul really ever
Escape the well inside of me?

S.C.R.

7-20-94

"Carpe Diem"

Through the chaos,
Unbroken, uncaring;
I see her there,
And find myself staring.

A feeling inside me
Starts to churn.
It must be love,
That makes my soul burn.

How I wish
I could go to she;
Tell her all,
And forget everybody.

Alas, easier said
Than done, my friend.
What holds me down
To hopeless end?

It would be a dream
To take her away;
Forget the world,
Say 'what the hay'.

And when I see her,
I am entranced,
For her beauty
Could not be enhanced.

Inside and out,
She's all I dreamed.
Right there before me,
Or so it seems.

It holds me back,
That something within,
Yet I tell myself
Again and again:

Whatever I lack,
I shall obtain.
I will not be
Let down again.

Everyone says
Just tell her your mind,
But it's not so easy,
You may find.

I think of the words
I want to say;
God, give me the guts
To sieze the day!

S.C.R.

9-23-94

"What Do I Remember Of Her?"

What do I remember of her?
I remember when I first saw her,
How, when she struggled with her baggage,
I helped her, and she smiled at me warmly.

What do I remember of her?
I remember how, when she smiled,
She looked at me, with her beautiful eyes.
Those eyes, her best feature,
How they seemed to lash out her feeling,
And how they grasped me, staring back.
Her eyes, so intensely brown and dark,
Were almost opaque, yet how transparent
Her soul was to me through those eyes.
How her eyes matched her hair, shiny, and brunette,
How it swayed when she looked up at me;
And how her smile only complemented her,
Already so absolutely beautiful.
She is the most important thing to me,
And I've loved her all my life.

What do I remember of her?
I remember my past, almost no memory
Without her; all the good, all the bad.
I remember that night I spent with her,
That stands out in my memory,
The best night of my life.
I held her short, fragile figure in my arms,
Embracing her, caressing her hair.
I whispered to her, and told her all I felt.
I told her everything I loved about her,
And that I'd never let her go;
She listened to every word, softly breathing,
Her head against my chest in our embrace.
I lulled her to sleep in my arms, a smile on her face,
And laid her down to sleep, and slept next to her.
That was all that happened, very simple;
But to me, it was the greatest night of all.
-But it's not the memories I remember of her,
For there is no fate but what you make.
I remember her as she is today, and make every day
The greatest memory of her I've ever known.

S.C.R.

12-12-94

"Compassion"

She comes to you with warm intentions,
Helping, holding . . . . .
She leans close to you, speaking softly.
Understanding, undemanding . . . . .

You're not afraid when she's there,
Listening, comforting . . . . .
She holds your hand, she cares.
Loving, whispering . . . . .

When you're on the edge, about to fall,
Smiling, staring . . . . .
She takes you in, out of the cold.
Softening, healing . . . . .

She eases away all your pain,
Penetrating, accepting . . . . .
Chases your fears, relaxes your mind.
Braving, caring . . . . .

She says good-bye and drifts away,
Reviving, inspiring . . . . .
She may be back again someday.
Fading, Compassion . . . . .

S.C.R.

1-27-95

"To Bleed"

The blood, the blood,
How fluid, how insane;
How it flows from my heart,
My fingers, every vein.

My soul, my soul,
Exposed to you there;
Now you've torn it apart,
And it hurts to care.

My love, my love,
How precious you are,
Somewhere inside,
But alas, too far.

Abandoned, abandoned,
To bleed on my own;
Left in the dark,
Sad and alone.

To bleed, to bleed,
My love for you;
The blood of my soul,
Every drop bled unto.

S.C.R.

5-16-95

"My Tears"

My tears are quite hard to come by,
For rarely does anything move me so.
You give my heart, in so many ways,
Such strong feelings, and you know...

My tears fall with your sweet words,
With your love for me, your devotion.
To know that you want me in your life,
Is such a wonderful emotion.

My tears fall when I see you sad;
When you're so unhappy, you're crying.
To know that I can't help sometimes,
So unreal I feel like dying.

My tears fall when we must be apart,
When I'm without you, gone somewhere;
Unable to reach out or hold you close,
And feel your gentle touch there.

My tears fall, shed in perfect joy,
When I think of the future ahead.
How sweet, the bond between us,
So strong, it just can't be said.

My tears fall, thanking God for you
Each day as our love grows evermore.
As I think of how lucky I am,
Happiness penetrates to the core.

So you see, my tears fall for you;
For love no one could ever undo.
My heart and soul shed tears of joy,
For your love, and for my loving you.

S.C.R.

12-15-96

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