Contained here are any personal poems I've written that I think are worth sharing, distinct from my Nin project.
Lighthouse leers, and staring I strain my sight
Blinking bright at its beaming, blinding light
Cruelly coruscating, too close, too clear
To my mind’s murky, muddy, memory dear.
But here I stand before the stairs extending—
To see it loom upon my soul so large!
Tossing and turning and toiling and bending
On stray seas, like a balustraded barge.
But blistering bluster of lightning and thunder—
The balustrades can’t stay that stray sea storm!
Nor tearing asunder with thoughtless blunder
Called with screech and scream of silence stillborn!
Such boundless bravery before the crowd
Clapping and crooning clear, lively and loud!
Without a fleeting beat to stamp your feet
Merely the meet of hands with hearty speech
Rolling and riling all the waiting punters
Clapping and laughing ‘long with welcome wonder!
Vivid vivacity! Such lively soul!
With lyrics dastardly, delightfully droll!
A proper, playful prelude to the show—
All others—by a prelude!—laid so low!
Voice, how you used to ring so fine and fair
With shrill vibrations through that youthful air,
Untrained delight unplayed, unused, unsung,
For now you strain against the aged lung
When singing along sweet Joanna’s song,
Which haunts the heavy heart to pine and long
For long lost days, olden days, before bloom
Of manhood’s blossom, beauty lost so soon,
Ravaged by manhood’s rasping puberty
So now the inner singer weeps for me.
Is this the way which waits ahead,
Fate fashioned from my furtive soul,
And fulfilled by my baneful bed
Built up by a dark demons’ toll?
Boring and banal, drab and drear—
A droning, dull demon indeed
Who jeers the mind with sneering leer
Sprung up from naught but planted seed.
The flaring fire of fantasy—
To fade and falter in this prison,
Snuffed smoke rising away from me,
With not a lively ear to listen.