Pen to Paper ~ Poetry

I ask the word. the world, the truth?
The honesty and always youth.
The man in mirrors, silhouette.
Disguise in shadows, etiquette.
The windows of the soul aware,
The honesty of known despair.
Away bad thoughts, another day.
Another chance to fly away.
Another dream. To live, to see,
Fulfillment and the ecstasy.
The smiles on faces, near and far.
So walks the distant wanderer.
The sometimes happy, sometimes sad.
And sometimes ever present mad.

I ask the word, the world with strength.
A life of love and worthy length.
The man in mirrors, labyrinth.
The sabotage of innocence.
The child he lingers, child moves on.
He knows the voice of lonely song.
And so a destiny to find,
And angers to be left behind.
The voice of wisdom, shadows fall.
The smothering of desperate calls.
The saddening of mothers' eyes.
The torment of His angry eyes.
The weakening, and mirror cracks.
To put the puzzle pieces back.
Distortion found, and truth be known,
Behind closed doors. So cast a stone.

Emergence of a man so strong.
He walks the earth and hides the wrong.
The windows of the soul, they tell.
A giveaway, and broken spell.
The potions mixed, indulgence, taste.
Escapism. "Be gone, make haste!"
The stars he catches as they fall.
The wishes sought in each and all.
To climb the rainbows, feel the light.
Such radiance and pure delight.

To ask the word, the world, be true.
The dreams within yourself renew.
Have faith and walk the path of life,
Whichever trail. Some wrongs, some right.
Whatever hopes and dreams to find.
To never leave the love behind.
Goodwill in mind, and soul to share,
Relieve a past of known despair.
Relive a life, and past to numb.
Revive a life. Goodbyes to some.
The onward march, and outward glow.
"The paintings I just want to show!"
If teardrops from his eyes to fall,
And puddles form. Reflection tall.
I wish to love, I wish the dream,
To float on down that softest stream.
And rapids hit, the ride to take.
The dreams to ride, and waves to break.

I ask the word, the world each day.
Beyond the heavens, do I pray?
Just peace to all and simple times,
Where hardship solves the biggest crimes.
For love is love and love is life.
Poor tortured children, battered wife.
For blood is heart, from heart to soul,
He's loving you, throughout and whole.
The never-ending mending heart.
The endings and the "where to starts!"
In skyward stance and skyward stare.
I give these words, the world this prayer.


Steven Clay Walker
© Copyright 2004