Poet Tree: Volume One – Forrever Memories
Poet Tree
Volume One
Forrever Memories
Poet Tree
Forrever Memories
by Poet Tree
Copyright © 2010 by Poet Tree
All Rights Reserved
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Published by Forrest Fyr
International Standard Book Number: 978-0-557-37861-6
Printed in the United States of America
Second Edition
“I dedicate this book to Penny, who has been there for me throughout this journey, always. I could not have accomplished this without you. I love you.”
Preface
I have always wanted to be a writer. I think I was born to be a writer, not necessarily the best with big words but nevertheless I think I do all right. I began writing a journal before I started creating Poet Tree and then boom I couldn’t stop the flow of free verse within my fingertips. I would write a poem only once without correcting or editing the context. This became my diary, my living story as I saw it affecting my surroundings.
I have written over 400 poems since 1991 but this is the first published collection of Poet Tree written by me. I describe my writings in this work as a journal of my life experiences, from early childhood up through my teenage years. I have recorded many life stories within this text for you to explore. I hope you enjoy reading about my past trials and tribulations as they may ease your pains and sorrows. You may relate to any or all of my experiences. If anything though, I hope you get to learn a little bit about me and what I went through in my earlier years of life. I wrote about my struggle to live between the heterosexual world and the gay lifestyle for which I had become more accustomed to through no fault or choice of my own. You will soon learn more about this strife as you read on about my memories that seem to last forever.
The feeling of this published accomplishment is overwhelming. I have tried numerous times before now to transcribe my poems onto my PC and have failed to keep track of them as I bought new computers along the way, leaving my transcripts behind on those hard drives. Now thanks to my perseverance I ran the race and finally won again. A job I hope you find was well worth the read.
Although this series of poems were all written in 1991, I have tried to include all details of their original work, especially when I start thinking about writing. I first think of how I will start the poem. Next I take a moment to complete some recordkeeping as I am big on writing down dates of occurrences and such. I record the current date and time before I begin to contemplate what I was going to write, usually found by use of my watch. Both the starting and ending times are important to me and perhaps those of you who want to utilize this detail as a chronological personal diary, it is quite useful to know when and how long it took me to create such a piece of art. Then I write the body of the text and then lastly I think of a neat title then I write down when I finished the poem. If I listened to music to inspire me, I would record this fact too. Most of my poetry is free verse. I have had no technical poetry writing education but loved my high school English classes. I hope I make my teachers proud. This is my challenge – to get published, to get known, to get recognized and to finally make history.
I know that having written the words within this sort of memoir over 17 years ago may seem a bit boring at first, as it is more important to me to have been first published than to have written a masterpiece. You will see the darkness and the light filter through my language of metaphors and perhaps you will see my youth in the writing. I purposely have not edited the works as I wanted to preserve the content written when I was younger and not through the influence of my current experiences. You see I have created history and preserved it for your pleasure and mine. God bless you.
Table of Contents
Dreams
“Memories serve me far too well”
Saddened Hearts
Torn between two worlds
The pain returns
Wishing I had him back
Memories returning
Forces invading my soul
Butterfly
Gone
Squirrels scamper about the meadow
Our eyes meet
Change
Past and Present
Let Go
That Night
Days of happiness fill my soul
The Rake
Pain
My Candle
My Candle (part 2)
Endings
The Ladder of Light
Buffalos March
Out of time
Sunshine
Fading Fast
Tempest Island
Perfect Lover
Tempest Island (part II)
Tempest Island III
I will conquer evil
You (part II, or Perfect Lover II)
Tempest Island IV
Tortured Soul (becomes a memory forever)
Precious Jewels
Tempest Island V
Desires
I needed this
Heaven or Hell
Dead or Alive
Temptations
Mood Change
The Rake (part II)
Always
Steps of Fire
Taking Risks
I go crazy
Walking Alone
In My Own World
Falling in love with you
Mirror of Hate
You (part III)
The Test
Away For A While
Do Not Dwell
Where are you my friend?
Can’t Endure
Who should I blame?
Fire Mountain (part one)
Dead or Alive (part II)
Pure Torture
Anchor
(Storm) Cloud
Y-Not
Sacrifice
Her
Together
Funky People
Who is chasing me?
No More Ink
Crimson Soul
Tempest Island VIII
Until the Dawn Breaks
When the morning comes
My Soul’s Shadow
Land of Enchantment
You (part IV)
I’m Human
Hold Back
My Only Weakness
All alone in this world
My soul is returning
Get out of my life
We will never part
Wire Basket
Sex without cost
Fall
Nothing Matters
Alone in the darkness
Between the twilight
The Last Prayer
Vision of Darkness
Against the Wall
Road to Happiness
Peace of Pleasure
Tempest Island IX
Left Behind
A Brisk Evening
Sleeping forever
Seasons only change
Waiting For The Right Moment
Tippy Toes
Breath of Life
You (part V)
Wave Good-bye
Decisions
Reflection of Happiness
Woodland Fantasy
Blind man
Dream Book (part 1)
Waiting to Return
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Dreams
Dark, blank and colorless
These dreams I have are evil
Messages stripped of their meaning,
Symbolism resides
A hollow tree filled with tears,
A stone cracked in half
A single rose among the desert
Withers in the wind
The sun blocked by a carpet of blackness
Life, desolate
Strange and haunting memories flow into a pool of hate
Clouds drifting among the silent sky
Form a mass of anger
The rose looks to the sky for hope
It begins to rain
The thunder, loud and dangerous
Chills my bones(additions 04:01:00:pM)
Lightning flashes amidst the dunes
Dust turned to snow as everything freezes
My soul encased in ice longs to break free.
My mind filled with absent memories
As my body gives up hope, death takes over,
My petals fall to the ground.
My tears begin to freeze
A thorn twitches, it falls;
A ray of bright white light emits from the thorn’s home
My eyes are now wide open
Watching as destruction takes place.
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“Memories serve me far too well”
Flying above all limitations
I came upon a mountain of
Unbelievable height
I could not fly as high.
So now I must try to climbover it.
This is a very difficult task for me to accomplish,
Always used to flying and soaring above all problems.
Now I am faced with this force that
I must deal with
Not near to the summit but trying so hard.
The sky looks grey and no promised of sunshine.
The ground shakes and the mountain trembles.
I fight to hold on.
I climb on further,a task too difficult.
In the distance a bird of beauty flies toward me.
I missflying and get jealous.
The bird lands on a branch of a tree next to me.
I look at it and then my eyes meet its beauty.
I stopped and realized that this mountain must be conquered.
The sky brightens but a dark cloud looms near the horizon.
Life seems hopeless.
The bird calls out my name.
I stutter…don’t know where to go.
I lie back against the mountain.
“I sit here lying on this mountain thinking to myself”…
”my memory serves me far too well.”
I cry…weep…my heart is torn as the earth opens up.
Memories fill the atmosphere. I close my eyes
And hope…I pray “Praying for Time.”
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