Beyond the Bounds

With each step they take
Will their bodies break?

The price of fame and a legend’s place
Failure leading to abandon and disgrace

The pressure to avoid such a fate
All seek for the cut to make

Most strive harder and harder
Some their souls’ they even barter

Fearing the crowd’s wail
If their actions fail

Not knowing the opportunity at atonement
Or if they will even get that moment

Better not left to chance
Hoping not for that circumstance

They push ever farther
Lustrous dreams they harbor

All for the ultimate praise
How the stakes each time raise

Success requires actions
That gives the fan’s satisfaction

To hear the crowd’s rarest sounds
All must push beyond the bounds

To a place of no limits
Actions we only in our dreams can mimic.

That place Beyond the Bounds.
~BCM~

Silent Goodbyes

I feel the coldness of your eyes,
Running through me like a million knives,
Screaming their silent goodbyes.

As leaves fall from the trees
Like a gentle autumn breeze,
Piercing to the depths of me,

Oh lover of my soul,
Where did our passion go,
Frigid now as the snow.

How are we not meant to be,
Torn apart by love’s raging sea,
Where was I when you stopped loving me.

We could do no wrong,
Yet it fades as a distant song,
Beaten by another’s throng.

From my love you flea,
How could I not see,
You never wanted us to be.

I was too lost in all the lies,
Too mesmerized by your eyes
To hear the sighs, rattles and cries.

Assiduously kissed with death’s seal,
I have lost the will,
But I cannot change the way I feel.

You’re so willing to depart,
Refusing the calling of my heart,
How can I obtain my mark.

When your love you will not show,
Rather sorrow you bestow,
How much longer can I go.

With tears falling from my cheeks,
The moments turn to weeks,
Still a wayward lover my soul seeks.

It takes me to the depths of hell,
Steals the wind from my sails,
Pushing me harder yet to no avail.

As our relationship slowly dies,
I stand there, arms stretched wide,
Yet your eyes scream silent goodbyes.
~BCM~

Bottled Ship

I gaze into the depths of the sea
Confounded by the man staring back at me

Yet I cannot break my stare
Because my bones seem so bare

Guided to where the waves wend
Not able to comprehend

The things that I see
Or what has happened to me

Where did I go wrong
Not sure of where I belong

How did I drift away
Which way did the tides sway

Constrained by the brutality
Absent of any vitality

Yet I drop my sails
Praying for the heaven’s gales

But the winds will not blow
And towards my goal I cannot go

Is there not even a soul to care
As I am engulfed by this snare

Now my end will not be long
I hear the siren’s song

To guide me to the man I ought to be
Yet I drift upon this windless sea

Deafened by the ship’s wail
I strive harder but to no avail

It is then that I realize
The introduction of my demise

All my life has been is vanity
I am lost in this insanity.
~BCM~

Autumn

Summer whispers goodbye
While leaves fall from the sky

In their piles little angels’ play
Squirrels their treasures store away

Gourds and pumpkins grow
In mist of lighten bug’s glow

The sun fades from view
And the air begins to cool

A gentle breezes blows
As winter’s seeds are sowed

All the while painting a glorious sight
The dawning of orange and reds so bright

The beauty of all the shades
Slowly begins to fade

Like a boat that sails away
The mystery of an autumn’s day.
~BCM~

Long Goodbyes

I watch him here today
Fearing not what people say
Bold and courageous he will be
But will he return home to me?

My tears are coupled with joy
For look at what he is; my child, my little boy
Though I know for what he stands
I fear he won’t be greeted with cheers, parades, and bands

How can some oppose him?
Does anyone really look thru a glass so dim?
For freedom he goes
To fight for what few people really know,

The terrors he shall see
And to chance the possibility he may no longer be
All for freedom, for you --- for me
Freedom to burn our flag, to curse our God, to protest in the streets
But when it comes time to go, why do you flee? Not one by one, but in fleets?
To me ye are cowardly, worthless, deadbeats.

I watch him here today
Knowing not what to say
Knowing not why he fights
Till I look at his face, when he has her in his sights

Tears stream down her cheeks
As there eyes inter-weave as twain
“To think when we first met, you were so meek,
You better not forget that you are mine,
My strength --- when I am weak
It isn’t this ring that is the tie that binds
But the words you etched in my heart
Right from the very start.”

He says he loves her as he kisses her on the cheek,
And that this won’t take more than a week.
It is now time to go,
His safety is for God only to know.

I watched him here today
Not knowing what to say
Realizing I’m not a boy, not yet a man
Yet I couldn’t be prouder he chose to stand.
~BCM~

Dead poets rivaled guild

A poets uses his words
To paint the canvas of his soul
Yet never describing fully all he knows

But my words have no more merit
This is the amercement of my inherit

Because I failed to express all I feel?
Yet now my words carry no influence still
Dead poets rivaled guild.
~BCM~

Spartan

Cold as it passes through me
Piercing to new found depths
Alone I sit and bleed
Listening to those gentle steps

Of that pale horseman’s steed
Waiting from this life, to be freed

I feel the chill of death’s hand
Yet from its grasp I will not heed
Forcing to my feet I stand
Before that which, other’s fleed

One by one they fall before me
With my sword so firmly grasped
Herald by the warrior’s creed
I alone am bound to complete this task

Wondering if each breathe will be my last
Yet, am I driven by the fallen warriors of past

Valiantly I lift my blade
I am not a righteous martyr
As their lives, my brethren gave
Failing to prevail in this pretentious slaughter

Willing their souls, when death bade
Their gift in history’s mind will fade

Even as my vision blurs
Yet more gallant dreams I harbor
With my speech becoming slurred
I will not call on the gods of my father

Though I can go no farther
Yet will I still proclaim; the victory of my Sparta.
~BCM~

Travesty

As the shells fall from my hands
The rain drenches still
Like tear drops from heaven
Their weight we can no longer feel

Praying they could wash us clean
Of this reached refuse
Forgiveness forever out of reach
How our purpose has become confused

Appalling is this site
Of humanity lost in its savagery
My brethren fall around me
Bound needlessly to this travesty

The piercing sounds will not fade
Nor the images dull from our eyes
As some give their all
Never allowed to say goodbye

To the ones they loved
Is the greatest tragedy
Yet those whose fault it is
Hide behind their amnesty

Tortuous it must be
Not knowing if we live or die
With each knock on the door
Our loved ones sit and cry

But bound we are
To this horrid task
In the name of Freedom?
Nay, tis genocide’s mask

And such is our travesty.
~BCM~

Writer's Block

Wincing from my fall
I stand before this mighty wall

Appearing so contrite and small
I look both ways down the hall

Unsure of which way to flee
As no end can I see

And its heights I cannot scale
For in comparison I do pale

So I look for a door
But no such luck is in store

With my pen in hand I begin to write
Hoping to escape this horrid blight

But I am in this writer’s hell
As my words continue to fail

No emotion expressing
Evermore digressing

Yet I continue in this plight
Praying my words will take flight

But with each that takes sail
They are dashed by heaven’s gale

Still I will not loose this fight
More fervently I begin to write

Hoping this wall will soon crack
And I can find my way back

From in front of this wall that does so mock
This wall, known as my writer’s block.
~BCM~