Iambic Pentameter-Modern Day English
Journey
We live across a field of shattered dreams,
Unsure of where we are, or where to be,
Since we became the victims of the curse,
Unfairly placed over humble men.
The wealthy mock the poor yet, the hopeful cry
Uncaring souls cannot comprehend
Why we still fight to liberate ourselves
From endless ridicule and false respect,
Created only by false sympathy,
As we march through the fields, untouched by steel.
We roam through eternal storms in search of home,
Despite the fact we will never succeed,
For home is just a distant memory
At least we still go forward with a dream,
Which many people across the globe
Have never done and may never do.
Seeking only what we read in books
Written by the masters from the past,
We watch as new companions join our rank
In hopes that we may one day save the dream
They had a while, until it turned to glass.
Across the fields we see a lone tree
Impregnable to time and nature’s wrath.
Surrounded by the dreams of broken men,
It grows unmoved to urge our single dream
To never fall into the shattered glass
We walk in search for home, sweet home.
We live upon a field of shattered dreams,
And only ours could last the slice of death.
Astrological Tear
“The greatest darkness hides the strongest light,”
At least that’s what my father said to me
As we drove out into the northern parks.
The stars would one by one emerge for me
The farther I was away from city lights.
The memory stayed with me for a time,
Until the second time I came to see.
The stars became a twisted form of hope,
As I stood here alone beside the lake,
Aquarius emerged from its cocoon.
It seemed to want to speak to me that night,
But I could not ignore the constant calls
That beckoned me from my hometown afar.
So then I left without a second thought
Of what Aquarius would think of me.
Now I stand here with Aries in my heart,
As I watch for the lake to soon reveal
The constellation of Aquarius,
So I may show how much I have matured.
Alas, she never came again to me.
The wind blew harsh at me to my dismay.
For she was suffering from jealousy,
As I now walked with Aries near my heart
I told her I would always be the same,
But she would never answer me again.
I fear she may be just a fading sign.
While she becomes a painful memory,
In eyes that only she could cure the sting.
Do I miss her in any way or shape?
Perhaps I do, but I do not regret
A single thing I’ve done to reach this point.
So I will live my life without the guilt,
Of leaving her to float upon the lake,
In shock of how I changed and how she lost.
Legends
Do you reflect an image on the wall?
Do you suggest any of your own thoughts?
The print you make on life can be surreal,
When all you have to do is say a word.
A word can make the world a better place,
A word can make the world a solemn land,
It all depends on how you use the word.
But nowadays we cannot say some thoughts,
Because they hurt another’s pride or aura,
They just do not want others speaking of
The first idea popping in their minds.
Now I can see an image on the wall,
That mimics every action we perform,
Lately it has started to fade away,
Because of all the rules forbidding words.
Can you remember anytime you spoke?
When you used words that others thought as cursed,
Were you disgraced or were you canonized?
When I attempted to display my soul,
With words that others saw as purely evil,
I took that rage and made it my reward,
For any speech that triggers such a response,
Deserves a little credit for its strength.
Of all the greatest speeches ever made,
Not one revolved around accepted thoughts.
They all were made to spark a fading match,
To place their thoughts upon the doors of man,
On wooden nails etched with names of ghosts.
Ignore the ranting of the jealous bunch
And write of what your soul can never say.