Throwback #9: those eyes

i loathe the eyes of a merciless soul
they drip with the hatred which from Satan you stole
those eyes
they laugh
at those lost to damnation.
those eyes
they burn
with the fire of Satan.
those eyes
they pierce
like a demons flamed arrow and
those eyes
mark you
like the devil's dark demons.

-DB
3/26-27/2009, 3/27/2013

Thowback #8: Words from your past

I want you to look at this
on a day far away
you know that tomorrow
is different from today.
My past will go by,
your future is here,
and there'll be things gone
that we once held dear.
Now look to the future,
eye quickly the past,
and cherish each moment
till you breathe your last.

-D.B.
3/5/2009

waging war

paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.

-D.B.
2/26-27/2013

moment.

there comes a moment when
you realize how you loathe
the life you've come to live
the responsibilities you hold.
there comes a moment when
you throw your hands up high
tell the air you're done
and watch the world go by.
there comes a moment when
you put your head back down
and mutter to yourself
that there's no time to drown.
there'll come a moment when
it will be worth the fight
so until then i pray
that soon i'll see the light.

-D.B.
2/21/2013

fear

paralyzed by fear
tearing at the seams
the future crashes down
shattering this dream

-D.B.
2/21/2013

Evening Prayer (revised (again))

To become an expression of this love so true,
Lord grant me the graces to be as you will me to.
Words cannot describe it or do the justice due
to that state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I'll willingly give into it and submit to one so pure,
more beautiful than anything, the one whom I adore.
You've offered me the light; how could I ignore
the love that is within You, so great is your allure.

-D.B.
2/15-16/2013

Throwback #7

The spring wind blows furiously
the trees shake in rage
an owl whips by,
a much angered sage.
A leaf small and crippled
all alone since the fall
finally drops, drifts, and ripples
till there's peace among all.

-D.B.
2/11/2009
some edits 2/11/2013

Throwback #6

A broken heart jumps to my throat
and from my throat flies to my eyes;
from my eyes spring forth the tears
of regret for later years.

-D.B.
2/10/2009

Quatrain Throwback #5

A child so lovely in her corner sits
believing she's always alone.
Oh, that she could feel His great presence there
that makes every corner a home.

-D.B.
2/9-10/2010

Throwback #4

Money is for Devil's play

in a game made of himself,

he uses lying, cheating, stealing;

losers go to Hell.

His deck is made of human souls

and here, the game gets tough:

it matters not which cards he holds,

as long as there's enough.

-D.B.

2009

Throwback: 1/29/2009...a day dear to my heart...my poetical birthday.

Make me like the first star in the night
who gazes across at the moon
while the crescent moon gazes lovingly back
till he loses his love to the noon.
When night falls again with his twinkling stars
the moon to his love will stay true,
he'll wait for his star to come back to his light
like I will come back to you.

-D.B.
1/29/2009
The second "real" poem I ever wrote, written almost exactly 4 years ago today (give or take an hour or maybe 2 hours).

Quatrain throwback #2

The lake rests secluded, protected by mist
till the urge to be found is too hard to resist.
So the lake sends the waves of her heart to the shore
but the shore sends them back for she is too pure.

-D.B.
4/2009

Quatrain throwback #1

My heart is in two pieces
yet was never torn apart
for a heart can not be broken
if it was not whole to start.

-D.B.
2/11/2009

Know:

You can’t plan your future, you can’t change your past
You can try to change now but moments go fast.
You can sit there and ponder the roads you can take,
You can wonder “What if?” till you’re blue in the face.
I can’t make a difference, I can’t take your place,
I can try to advise you but we know it’s a waste.
I can listen to you as you sit on you ass
I can space out while “listening” till your complaining has passed.
You will never know all, you will always know something,
You will make it ok if you just keep on marching.
You will take it as well as your ignorance can
You will eat all the lies till the truth hits the fan.
I will always nag you, I will be a mule,
I will fail every time but this is just what I do.
I will take the time I need without rushing
I will not watch you fall as I sit and do nothing.

-D.B.
4/24-25/2012, 1/17/2012

this is what it's like to break

you feel the rain hit your heart,
nothing happens.
trying to slice through rock
but it's only sweet water.
so the rain pounds faster,
still no luck.
a nagging feeling is all it leaves,
discomfort at worst.
so the rain makes way to hail
still nothing.
though the hail does not break,
neither does the rock.
so hail gives way to lightning.
there's a chance.
it does not hit the rock.
the rock remains uncracked,
the elements seem destined for defeat.

until you look at the big picture.

look at the rain.
it pools around the rock,
nearly drowning it.
look at the hail.
some melts and deepens the pool
some lingers,
lasting reminders of despair.
look at the lightning,
it misses the rock
but why?
its target was water
and with the elements combined
you see the rock give in,
a cold and hardened mess of me
drowning
in a pool of
pain
electrocuted
by pure
betrayal.


-D.B.
9/28/2012