Haiku: Spiraling Out of Control, by Ryan

Blue skies refresh me
as i jump, embrace the air
love and beauty fell

below lie chains
above me, unimportant
all that matters now

is swirling beauty
like a spiraling blossom
floating downward

there is no regret
not many end in this way
envied by the clouds

The wind buffets me
and I float, fall, fly unchained
pulled ever downward

I am truly free
til the ground becomes my shroud
I am truly free

I gained but weak wings
fools bargain, its cost was high
but laugh not at me

for I fooled them too;
for in these wings, for a while,
was the wind and sky

**My friend Ryan made this after he had seen my own version.  I love his version because language is so diverse from mine but we are virtually saying the same thing.  You couldn't go wrong either way.  And he says that he's lost his artistic side to the cold hard world of programming, psshaw!

Poem: Spiraling Out of Control

Oooh Refreshing
Hitting the ice cold wind
My body breaks through and spins
Feeling this good must be a sin

It's a pleasant assault
My body makes it's descent
Pure freedom surrounds me
The best a man can get

My trip is a revolution
And a revolution
This is a revolving rebellion
I make my own rules here

That is...until the blue ends
I'm free until then
I forgot my chute
But I have the wind

(Belart)

Poem: Embrace the Cold

I walked in the rain

Feeling reborn

Fresh out the womb

Into the cold

There was no one else

I was alone

Sad at the bleak misery

Everything was again gray

A melancholy world

And you know what I thought

I thought “this is fine”



I was fine with the loneliness

I embraced the solitude

Where others craved happiness

I knew I wanted sad

Life is about balance

And I’m close to finding mine



Wrap me in melancholy

Numb my emotions

I wanna feel down

I’m gonna be chill

Life is real

Real sad (haha)

There’s more to be sure

But I’m fine in the gray rain



*Note: I think with a little more editing this might be one of my faves.



(Belart)

Poem: The Death

The Death

Another day Another dollar
I got my paycheck Friday
Today was Monday
Two days after that Gray Day

I needed my money
The Bank was two miles away
I decided to walk
That’s when I saw

The Police tape
The crowd of strangers
They gawked
I walked

“Do you know what happened?”

I shook my head
Someone was dead
The Area was closed
Yellow Tape enclosed the area

A blue tarp covered him
How he died I did not know
I did not look back
I had a goal

Now I felt bold
Separated as I was from the crowd
I gained some strength
my individuality was assured

It was hot and I was hooded
I sweated from the heat
When my day was done
I learned of Blue Tarp’s end

Killed in a drag race, Dragged to death
He lost limbs and something more
The reckless children did not even stop
Their lives too important to interrupt

That’s when I remembered
He died two days after my own dread
Only two blocks from where
I felt my own mortality so strongly

What was this?
How did it happen?
I was alive and he was dead
I was even more reckless

I learned no lesson
Only the humor of my fear
It came from a deep place
And its depth felt quite queer

To the man who was once a person
Then a spectacle under a sheet
I felt remorse
What a way to die, To die (that way)

But I have to wonder
Was that meant for me?
That death, that way
I felt it so clearly, on the Gray Day

(Belart)

Poem: The Threat of Death

The Threat of Death

Three days past my fear
That day the ominous air engulfed me
I felt the threat of sure death
As the gray rain poured unto me

It was a gray day
I felt gloom everywhere
I crossed the street
And heard a loud bang

That’s when I thought
my life would end
I don’t know why
That sound caused me to quake

It was a primal fear
But I was calm
The end was near
Like always I was alone

I walked on alone expecting my death
When it never came I went to work
A normal day, I scrubbed pots and pans
I left the place forgetting my end

Gray was mortality for the moment
It was a humbling experience
And I felt alive
Until…

(Belart)

More (late) Poetry Month Entries for the week...

Again since I was late to last month's party, I will post poetry everyday of this week.  New entries and old entries to be sure at least until Friday.  Today's entry will be a poem/story about a crazy moment in my life from a couple of years ago.  Enjoy!

Poem: I'll miss absurd solitude

Black Bleakness

Gentle Meekness

Combined with a fierce sense of self

Together a paradox

Yet no conflict is born

Internal or otherwise

Only my own agenda is in play

No other voices to silence

Or give in to

No pressure

Unless I want it

My machine turns

There is warmth with others

Abstract love, fun, and memories

But there is peace here

Though my thoughts can be chaotic

They are familiar

No cigarettes but I have music

And a pen & paper

Even without

I'm not lonely...

(Belart)

Poem: Self Defeat

A guy who believes in nothing
How do you get him down?
A man who can’t express himself in a simple smile or frown
There is nothing you can do
That he himself has not done

For he thinks of all the negative and bad
Before your chance can even be had
A self defeatist some may say
He feels as if he never has his way

Life is unfair he thinks
Then he curses himself for thoughts so weak
Who is on his side if he is not his own ally
Who believes in a man who doesn’t believe

No one
That’s who

(Belart)

Poem: Talking

To talk or not to talk
that is the question
and the direction
of this piece

When a voice is not used
is it to be considered abused
And when it is not loud
you won't connect with the crowd

They say silence is golden
but the silent warrior is olden
now stuck in the past
we now talk so damn fast

Patience is a virtue
let me make my point
the time for you to talk is over
but you like to hear your voice

Is it all vocal narcissism
or is there a point to communicate
if we are silent should we hear
the sound of gesture which is silent

Wait for it
you'll see a sign
something that only talking
will always hide

(Belart)

Poem: A Young Man's Point of View

Break your fast this morning

On these my words of Glory

Be a Champion in the a.m.

And a Conquerer in the p.m.

The World is yours

So take it whelp

You’re a man

You don’t need no help

Don’t be a bitch

Or a pussy made man

In this world

You need to take action

A man takes, burns, and pillages

From other towns and villages

He protects his own though

His women and children

Be a man

Take when you can

With no heed to others

Just TAKE

Fuck Foreigners

Embrace family

Embrace your strength

Flaunt your strength

Don’t show them Weakness

Don’t show them Meekness

They’ll kill your dumb ass

So absurdly fast

We men need to be strong

If not our lives are just plain wrong

What Woman will take us

What life is there for us

…

I Have to ask myself

Can I not care?

About the others here besides me

Who coexist in peace

Fuck that I’m a man

Not a pussy

I’ll shoot them

I’ll stab them

I’ll fucking protect what’s mine

From other pillagers

And would be Conquerors

They may be men

But I’m the fucking Alpha Male

The biggest strongest bastard

In this box

I’ll do what I want when I want.

And NO ONE can stop me

(Belart)

Poem: A Restful Moment In My Life

This Earth is blue
A Cerulean marvel
A watery marble
There are landforms here
On top of the ocean
There's an abundance of air
Always in motion
It's easy to live here
And Cohabitate
Us men, birds, lizards
and other prime-apes

Surround me with wind
Surround me with water
Surround me with fire
Surround me with earth

Surround me with Wind
and its flowing grace
The touch of its breeze
upon my face

Surround me with Water
the cool blue
To wash away my sins
And other things too

Surround me with Fire
its smothering heat
With its Fiery grip
I cannot compete

Surround me with Earth
on the day i die
From ashes to ashes
A man can finally lie

We men are born of the elements
And so shall we die
To turn the great wheel
And to feed the Earth

Return to the great dwelling
Return to the womb
Ashes to Ashes
Body to Earth 

(Belart)

National Poetry Month Submissions!

So National Poetry Month is upon us (this is a holiday???) and I feel that the timing couldn't be better.  I'm going to submit a few poems that I've already written and try to come up with some new content.  I'm not the best poet mind you but my siblings have some of the best poetry I've had the pleasure of reading and some of that greatness had to rub off on me--sike!

I'll try to submit one poem a day for the rest of this week.  It'll be old and new stuff.