Poetry I was a writer once.

[Clyvelle]

Room 202

The sun wanes to golden embers
Over a road that very few remember
A car travels the path long and winding
Over desert hills and sand that's blinding
By and by a sign reads at last
"Rest stop ahead: Mosey's Palace"
The travelers agree--it's getting late
Best save their adventures for a later date
Cruising into town in search of a palace
What they find seems more rugged and callous
A two story building with a wide, peeling face
It couldn't be said it didn't have space
Worn yet pristine in a used sort of way
High end or low: neither could say
Parking the car and grabbing their bags
A long stretch and a sigh as their posture sags
Fatigue weighed heavy as they approached the door
One tug, two, three and a few more
Were they closed? No vacancy? Surely not
How could they fill up such a large plot
Then a click from the door as it opened so slightly
"Must've been stuck." his wife joked lightly
Whatever the case, they were in at last
Into the lobby they moved quite fast
The tile floor was so retro and old
The walls may have once been painted gold
Hard to say in the current state
Well, at least it should be an affordable rate
Approaching the counter, he rings the bell
While they stood and waited, a silence would swell
A couple more dings in rapid succession
But no one showed, making them question
Just what kind of place this establishment was
That the staff would be AWOL without cause
They looked every which way but saw no one
Reasons to stay had just become 'none'
But just then as they were making ready to leave
They spied a key on the counter ready to be received
He picked up the key and studied its tag
A worn piece of leather looking more like a rag
Burned into its face was the number '202'
Clutching the key, he announced to the room
"We'll be staying the night and can pay what is needed.
I tip well for service, so don't think me conceited.
Skip the wake up call, we'll need our rest.
Tonight your bedsprings will be given our test!"

 

[Clyvelle]

The Gilded Lion

In Mosey's Palace through the door to the right
Is a peculiar wing that should stay out of sight
The rooms here are dangerous if you couldn't tell
Open these doors and you might fall under a spell
But one such woman did not have this warning
She was wandering around about midmorning
Opening the door she was met with a hall
Not unlike the one on the leftside sprawl
But this hall was lit and seemed very inviting
Glitzy and extravagant, it was very exciting
She walked down the hall examining each door
One, two, three, five (there was no four)
"How curious." she said before looking further
She passed many doors without much fervor
Yet one stopped her right there in her tracks
A white door with a gilded lion's head engraved in a plaque
Her pulse raced at the sight of the majestic beast
She murmured, "I'll take a peek in here at least...."
The doorknob turned at her meager touch
(This place doesn't lock its doors much)
Upon entering she finds the room empty
Save for a sign which reads "Can the beast tempt thee?"
On the floor before her was a magnficent rug
Woven in the fibers was a large lion and its young
They were laid out on a background of deepest blue
Her eyes could not move from that magnificent hue
A titillated breath escapes her lips
She crouches down and sits as she smooths her slip
Her hand caresses the rug's silken fibers
The texture intoxicating her worse than an imbiber
She lays down next to the lion's head
As she strokes its mane, she felt heavy as lead
She was quite content to lay there forever
Petting the lion a worthy endeavor
She continued to do so unaware of the sound
A chirping purr could be heard all around
The golden fibers of the lion bulged and grew
As the beast rose from the carpet and the sea of blue
The girl's hand never left the great lion's mane
Unaware of the beast or whether it was tame
But the lion was real as was its hunger
For long had it been in deep, deep slumber
And so if you travel down the right wing
And spy a door with the head of the lion king
Pass it on by for you shall not find
A young damsel therein to wine and dine
Just a lush rug with a gilded lion
Waiting for a passersby to tempt and dine on

 

[Clyvelle]

Dream of a Dream

I dreamed of you once
Twice, maybe three times
It made me happy
Every time
Every
Time
I expected to one day perhaps
Wake up and see you there
Next to me
With me
We shared so much time together
Intimate time
Close time
So little time in the end
I wished I had more dreams of you
But even more so
I wish
I hoped
I thought perhaps
After so much time together
Maybe you would dream of me

 

[Clyvelle]

Mother's Eyes

Surrounded by masses of people
Intoxicated with wanting to be
To exist in another's gaze
I lose myself in their futile search
For meaning found in the eyes of the beholder
Inundated by these lost souls
I cannot fathom what quiet is
So many voices crying out with longing
Believing that if they cry the loudest
Someone might notice their
Validate their existence
"I see you therefore you exist"
It's the voice of Mother
Snatching up her miserable infant
Wailing if by some way to reach
Her lofty ears up out of sight and reach
From such billow the smog I am smothered by
Children reaching up to each other
Belching haunted echoing wails
"You will replace Mother in my eyes"
I am not Mother for anyone
I am not a miserable infant
I stamp my foot with insistance
"I AM NOT! I AM NOT! I AM NOT!"
Tell me I am not a child like them
Tell me I do not wail like them
Tell me I am not them
Separate us by kinds: I and them
Tell me I'm better Mother
Notice me Mother
Don't cater to them mother
I AM YOUR CHILD MOTHER
NOTICE ME MOTHER
NOTICE ME, NOTICE ME, NOTICE ME

 

[TheEchoes]

I love that you have a very distinct style. Keep up the good work.

 

[Clyvelle]

Accuser

I have spent the day weighing
Your woefully inadequate soul
Look how the scale tips against you
All you could manage was thus?
You dare think this is acceptable?
Who deluded you?
Who filled your head with thoughts of
Succeeding on half measures?
You cannot even rest on your laurels
When you haven't enough leaves
To weave your honored headdress
Finished?
This is the fullness of your work?
So many hours have you toiled
And all you could produce was
Failed attempts and "maybe next time"s?
Wishes and hopes that Fate would be so kind
As to offer an undeserving wretch such as you
A second try costs more than the effort you have submitted
Where are you tears?
Where is your sweat?
You have not bled enough to earn
Pity or favor
Try, try again then!
You have yet to notice my hand on the scale
Pulling it deeper
Raising the price higher
Than what you are capable of paying

 

[Clyvelle]

Sepulchre

Light
O Man that fell into a chasm
How long must you fall?
The light retreats overhead
Can you still see it?

Man
I am the fallen
My soul is heavy
I yearn for the darkness
Swallow me now

Light
Can it be you are gone?
Do you reject the light?
Will you never rise?
We beseech you, Arise

Man
I have fallen too far
Your words cannot reach me
This place will swallow me
Cast my memory in darkness

Light
You think the light has a short arm?
Can it not touch you there in your pit?
You think we have not sent an emmisary?
Even now they speak with you

Man
I will not see your emissary
I will not hear your calls to Arise
I descend further into the darkened pit
You chase after me in vain

Light
Reach out your arms
Stretch out your form and see
Are you so far that you cannot be touched?
Even now you stand before the Emissary

Man
Aye...I am not alone
My feet find purchase on solid ground
Lo, not ground, but a massive hand!
It is he on which I stand: the Emissary

Bound
O Man that fell into my palm
Your weary soul has awakened me
I feel the weight of it
What manner of tidings burdens you so?

Man
I have lost such that cannot be returned
My soul longed for darkness
Thus I plunged into this abyss
And now speak with thee

Bound
Darkness I have indeed
But my gifts do not lie in shadow
The form on which you stand is my power
You have alighted onto the Bound of the world

Man
Form or shadow I care not
Swallow me, O Bound, that I feel not
Erase my visage from before thy face
Cause me to feel no more

Bound
It is nothing to swallow Man's bones
I have many of your kin in my mouth
My teeth grind your bones to dust
But you have evaded my maw

Man
If I have missed your teeth
Then I present myself to you now
Swallow me and end my suffering
For my soul cannot bear it

Bound
Not so Fallen One
You cannot miss my mouth
Providence set you in my palm
Now I must create a path for you

Long have I slept since the Founding
The world stacked high on my shoulders
I sense it has stagnated and grows no more
Therefore I will send you back

You wish to not feel
Then I will grant you skin of stone
You wish to be buried
Instead you shall bury those that wronged you

The light you fled from now calls
Arise with my blessings
Reshape the world as you will
But know that you will yet rest in my jaws

 

[Clyvelle]

Sometime, Right?

We meet again
Here we are
Are?
Are you?
Here, I mean
Hello in there
How far?
In there, I mean
I thought we were here
(But you aren't)
Here
You're in there again
You're far away
(Again)
Away again, aren't you?
Almost as if you
Can't help it
(Must be nice)
In there
Wish you'd invite me
So I can see
Sometime, maybe?
Yeah, sometime
(Never)
Wonder what it's like
(What you're like)
Maybe you'll let me see
Sometime
Right?
(Wrong)

 

[Clyvelle]

Captured Star

Child of starlight, where did they hide you?
Pale splendor wasted on so few
Whited halls kept spotless for who?
Sterile and stifling--you feel it too.
Do not let them drown you, little star
Their take on perfection only goes so far
Can you measure the worth of the sun?
No one can name a price, no, not one.
Born of molten cosmos, you catch fire
They fear your light: their pyre
Catch fire, my star, and burn bright
Ignite your soul and scorch their sight
Even as you burn them, they will be saved
In your radiance the future will be paved

 

[Clyvelle]

To Reach Beyond

I raise my voice to heaven
Hear me cry with a thousand gails
I believe you are there high up
I see beyond what I am shown
I know there is an immaculate throne
I see a river without end
I feel the shade of divine boughs
I am apart from there
But I see it so vividly
I feel the breath of the sun
A new sun
A sun foreign to me here
I hear the singing of many voices
I feel an unchallenged peace
Pray with me now
Hear my soul cry out in yearning
I am empty, woefully empty
My substance dissolves
I am nothing apart from yon distant land
Send down your chariot
Recover me with your messengers
Send me help for I am weak
Promise me something eternal
I weep for the great chasm between us
But I am strengthened in your light
Reach down to me as I reach up
I am not alone
I am not alone
I was never alone

 

[Clyvelle]

Endure

You were called to endure
By a voice deep inside
Though you deny whence it came
The word yet remains

Endure

Night has just begun
The pain only just set in
The cold freshly kissed your skin
Causing the hair to stand on end

Endure

Does night not precede the dawn?
Can the pain never be mended?
Does the chill overpower the fire?
Does the Now mean there's no Tomorrow?

Endure

The speaker is a liar when it predicts no hope
The voice isn't a friend when he says give up
There's another on your shoulder who bears no halo
Block him out and give him no quarter

Endure

You profess to be a stranger
You believe yourself alone
You accept you are an orphan
You call no place home

Endure, my friend

Repeat the encouragement whenever you need
This is for you: I offer this seed
The garden needs tended but it was made for you
Your place exists and has always been true
So while you still draw breath
I wish you to

Endure