The sad moment When all meaning is lost My eyelids droop As a heaviness settles upon me My knees ache From being curled into myself As I search for something In this sad moment -Kel Dayheart
Charmer
Bitter richness Smooth talker Haven't learned That I don't need you Sweetest love Harshest burn Haven't learned That you're just burnt sugar Fiery love Now coldest ice Haven't learned But I'm learning now -Kel Dayheart
Margins
Lines among the margin Gain the most love As I jot along my ideas With every whim and line Finding its place outside my head -Kel Dayheart
Tired Ramble
Rub the sand out of my eyes And try to focus Writer's block is at it again. -Kel Dayheart
Choices
The best laid plan will unhinge Cool and calm will boil away With fury's rage, clear- thinking escapes The only fighting chance is to decide now. Make sure it's the right one. Don't want to be wrong, do you? -Kel Dayheart
Fact of Life
No matter what You can only guess Nothing is true Nothing is fact Every theory can be disproved And will one day Life gives nothing away With the greatest poker face The world will ever see -Kel Dayheart
Happy Birthday William Blake!
My favorite dead, male poet. I have a few favorites; therefore feel the need to differentiate them. Blake is an English poet from the mid- 1750's. He refuse to compromise his personal vision throughout his career; whether for his own writings or commissioned engravings he always stayed true to himself. Although, I am a fan... Continue Reading →
Smile
Guilty by a smile But smiles always hid secrets Just as tears hid the lies Therefore is frowning honest? -Kel Dayheart
Mindscape Escape
Imagination illuminates the mindscape Creating a way for the mind to escape The drab of every day life Or mend the soul after strife -Kel Dayheart
Mother’s Child
Mother Earth has evolved So much since the early days Where Man wasn't even in existence In the early years Lush greens and colorful hues assaulted the eyes With beauty in the natural form Mother Earth at ripe old age Has been abused and defaced By her child called Man -Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 