Louder

Louder. Music melts his pain.
Louder. He drives out all thoughts.
Louder. He drives out the nagging.
Louder. He forgets the beatings.
Louder. To loud, he never hears the horn.

Hidden

who do you think you are
you walk in to my life
try to understand me
pretend to care

but you falter
I caught you
now I see through your lies
now I add you to my regrets

don't you understand
your web of lies is broke
you add to my reasons
to stay hidden

untitled

i say i don't care
why then do i still hurt
my wound is bare
and covered with dirt

what do those words mean
they all sound the same
is there a meaning unseen
who's to blame

are these just lies
not worth my concern
is this where truth dies
where our relationship burns

you say forever
i think never

Promises

Would you say that
If I were ugly
Or if I wore that stupid hat
For I would still be me

Did you mean your pact
The one you said when we met
Or was this all an act
An act to make my face wet

If this is so
Then you are succeeding
I feel as though you broke my toe
And that this may be our final meeting

Though you look sweet as a dove
I wish you’d take back those words of love

Sestina

This is where the day goes Dark.
And where all Love
is lost. Here is where you wonder who is Right
and who is wrong. This then begins the cycle of Hate.
And you start to Focus
on that evil Pool.

Now you are trapped in this evil Pool.
Forever drowning in the Dark.
Now you’re caught in its Focus.
Forever fighting the balance of Love
and Hate.
Now you’ll never be Right.

Now your sense of Right
is controlled by the Pool.
And now your life is full Hate.
And you can’t see in this permanent Dark.
Now you forget all about those you Love.
Now you start to lose your Focus.

As you start to lose your Focus.
You are granted your sense of Right
and wrong, but your no longer able to Love.
Now all you do is controlled by the Pool.
While all this happening, you still search for the light in the never ending Dark.
The dark which causes Hate.

It loves your Hate.
For your hate helps it Focus.
For hate is dark, and it is Dark.
And this dark cares not who’s Right.
It only cares to feed this evil Pool.
For they share the same dark Love.

And all in this Love
are caused to Hate.
As is the current of the Pool.
So whose is next in its Focus?
For its path is Right.
For this is death, and death is Dark.

Muhms Imaged Poem Dealamabob

As we march to our goals
We may start to lose sight of who we are
And our life becomes the goal
But if we lose sight of ourselves
Are we not but illusions
Yet we do not know
When our life is real
Or when it’s just an illusion