Heath's Poetic License

Dig Me Like A Grave

2009-06-25T07:32:00.000-07:00

Hands on your shovel
And Dirt on your knees
A hole in the earth
Underneath the trees

Wash away pain with
Hot sweat and old tears
Dig until it's done
Bury those cold fears

Mourn not those dark deeds
This grave is your friend
I'll keep your secrets
Like those graves do tend

06/25/2009

Welcome ...

2007-05-25T15:12:00.001-07:00

I tend to write poetry to express my darker moods. Most of my poetry is from the frustration of my younger years. My older years are not much less frustrating, but poetry doesn't appeal to me as much as it used to. I was never one to read poetry, though. When I read, I want a story, I want plot, I want prose.

Unstable

2007-05-24T09:21:00.000-07:00

a snapshot of her smiling
then her spirit withers and dies

I speak and she giggles and grins
I speak and she breaks down and cries

She does not demand much comfort
All she wants are sweet little lies

insanity strikes when I'm not looking
insanity strikes right before my eyes

Her nightdreams are rotten to the core
She can hear the ghosts at the door

When will nightmares end for us
When will we escape from this

I twist with anger and frustration
but I know her world is worse than mine

5/24/07

Self, Less

2007-05-23T22:44:00.000-07:00

I would, if I could
If I were not so afraid
I should, for the good
If the price were paid
by someone else
someone not me
someone to
stand in the rain,
and feel the pain
with nothing to gain

give me
I want
let me have it now
give me
I want
I will take it now

I deserve,
what I want
I should have
what you have
my life is difficult
but despite my rage
I flounder in apathy
I stagnate in sympathy
it is not my fault
it is not my problem

give me
I want
let me have it now
give me
I want
I will take it now

why am I hollow
why am I alone
would I have a friend
if I made a clone
in the center
of my universe
there is only me and mine
with everything
surrounding me
I am an empty hole

05/24/07

Timeless Moments

2007-05-09T17:59:00.001-07:00

In those last timeless moments
When the clashing of swords
And the clanging of armor
Echoed over the mixed voices of angry men
Roaring and screaming
Fighting and dying
On the rolling green fields,
I thought myself immortal
Amongst mortal enemies

With each swing of my sword,
I felled another foe,
His morale the first to go,
Then his pride,
Then his life.
His face screwed in pain and agony;
His youth and inexperience
Pouring out of the open wound
I left upon his body

I felt no guilt or remorse
As the boy fell to his knees
Trying to hold onto the steaming blood
That splattered upon the cold grass
Mising with the morning dew.

He was but a man with whom I disagreed.
He was but a mortal
With whom I have no commonness
He is dead and I still live.

I wade through the stench, the gore, the action
The earth grows slippery
The footing grows treacherous
Once again I face a man full of anger and hate
He lunges, I parry
I swing, he blocks

He roars, I yell
I curse, he threatens
I am glad to find a challenge among the mortals
I will be proud to slay this man

***

In those last timeless moments
My reality was shattered by a single thrust
Through the pain I gazed up into his face

I saw a man immortal
A stranger who I recognize
He stands there arms raised
In victory and pride
His guard is down,
But my strength is gone
And he knows it
He reviles in my helplessness

But I see in him a man I knew
Both nieve and foolish
Now I am old and wise
Aging with every blood-letting second
Knowing that I was once immortal just as he
Knowing that soon or late, he will be as I
Just as I am like the others
Watching the ground rise to meet a pain filled face

***

In these last timeless moments
I watch my misty breath
Mingle with the morning dew
It felt good to be immortal
But I would have gladly given it up
If only I had known this painful price

5/24/88

Sunrise

2007-05-09T17:50:00.000-07:00

Ah, the morning sunrise
Never to reach my empty eyes
Again
But, now and then, When I can,
I watch the moon glow
Above the horizon
Sometimes silver, Sometime red;
It's all I've got, now that I'm dead

12-28-93

Winter Heart

2007-05-09T17:48:00.001-07:00

With a winter heart, I feed
On the younger of your kind
Who do their part and bleed
For the hunger that binds
Yours to mine

With all to lose, and naught to gain
These are my crimes that make you whine
Behind walls of fear, veils of pain
Despite my urging that all is fine
As I feast, as I dine.

8-2-93

Winter Chill

2007-05-09T17:46:00.001-07:00

With a winter chill
In the heart of Summer
I steel my will
I face my hunter

Stepping, Stalking, Hunting, Walking,
Pacing myself with a breathe of patience
Piercing the veil of morality with driving riteousness
Wallowing in damnation
For the sake of justice.

I steal the breathe
from those that breath not.

12/26/93

Red Ridinghood

2007-05-09T17:43:00.000-07:00

Running through the trees
in a skirt to my knees
bare from my belly to my locks

I flee from a beast
who desires to feast
upon my tender bones and flesh

My heart is racing
And the beast is pacing
Every step I make

But is it fear in my heart
of being ripped apart
and left along the wayside?

Or do I panic
my stomach sick
because of trembling desire?

If I hestitate
If I stop and wait
Will he feast upon flesh or virtues?

I hear his breathing
Dream of his teething
And bumps race across my skin

Virtuous or not
My body is hot
And his rage may only be lust

If I pause
And await his claws
I shall not utter a single word ....

12/27/97

Sweet Lies

2007-05-09T17:41:00.001-07:00

They obscure our vision like dust in our eyes;
You say them with many pleasant good-byes;
You hear them whispered when some one dies;
And they comfort us when we cry.
Honor, kinship, family ties,
I believed those sweet lies
But now I am wise
To be left to my
Cynical demise.

01/01/94

Inner Demons

2007-05-09T17:36:00.000-07:00

Inner demons haunt
Invading waking hours
Afraid of dream’s joy

Creeping into thoughts
They become the whole picture
While I look away

When I look again
They own my world and my mind
My true vision blurs

But my will is strong
And I crave freedom from fear
So demons tremble

My rage scatters them
Like vermin in the alley
Illusions return

10/24/97

Heaven's Child

2007-05-09T17:15:00.000-07:00

When the planes of Hell have frozen,
We shall skate circles 'round our sins.

When Heaven's child is chosen,
We shall hate and ridicule his twin.

When Earth's battle is fought
And the twins are left to rot
We shall rise up and follow the winner
It matters not, who or what.

12/26/93

Empty

2007-05-09T17:13:00.000-07:00

. . . clear liquor bottle, drained of its over the counter poison . . .
. . . rusting barrel laying on its side in a barren field of junk . . .
. . . burned out chassis stripped of all that can burn . . .
. . . hearth blackened with soot, layered with ash . . .
. . . house repossessed, eviction notice stapled to the door . . .
. . . open mailbox forgotten by the world . . .
. . . shoe in the gutter without a matching pair . . .
. . . school on an unexpected holiday, flag half mast . . .
. . . computer disk cozy with a magnet . . .
. . . dog dish two days after tires screeched to a halt . . .
. . . smoking brass shell left behind for the police . . .

5/26/98

Hey Diddle Diddle

2001-03-28T12:00:00.000-08:00

hey diddle diddle
the cat and the fiddle
the cow will be slaughtered soon
the hogs control the dogs
the sheep rolled over like logs
and the rats have a PR boon
nursery rhymes
change with the times
to be banned on the animal farm