Power births corruption And shapes a state of mind That is a cruel form of perfection Evils lurk in Man's imagination For it searches to find Something that isn't a work of fiction -Kel Dayheart
Lies
Hasty words said in a whisper Exchanged in a moment Neglected in the next Denial but longing Lie in the passion of emotion Then lie about the feeling Lie about lying Until not even you understand it Short romance muttered softly In the morning light untrue Thriving with night life With lover's looks... Continue Reading →
Looking for Meaning
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
Haiku #15
Chivalry is dead It died a gruesome death for No Recognition
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 →
Fragment of a Figment 