Cr0magnus' Poetry
As you read this poetry,
You glimpse a small part of me.
For poetry is to set free,
A little essence of me.
The posts below are some of my many poems I have decided to share with the world. Feel free to leave comments.
There is usually a funny or interesting story behind each poem; if you would like to know it just ask.
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
Death Of My Soul
You mock me
Taunt me for my impotence
Remind me of the genius that’s gone
You haughty,
Heritor of providence
That you have rightly claimed, and left me none.
You make a disport of my disability!
You find it funny, that I am inept!
A mere dry drone,
In wonder-less futility,
That lost all things that he once should have kept!
It’s true, but keep a quiet tone about it!
You do not know how badly I’m confounded,
A wonderer, a fiery creator of great worlds!
Has now become a 
ing useless bother, old and cold!
See, nothing sounds triumphant anymore
Beneath the fingers that I’m typing with,
The mind that many used to envy and adore
Is now a scramble,
But a vapor of the ocean that it was before,
When fertile waters did muse songs, not fiery hiss,
And would of raw emotion make good metaphors,
Have real, romantic fantasies, not this!
So go ahead, tell me I’m dry, and tell me that I’m dumb!
Plunge deep the blade, and strike my wounds, until they’re numb!
But, hah, you can’t!
I’m frozen, cold and hard.
That’s what I wanted,
Right? To die unscratched but scarred?
And what I meant,
When I wrote of love that tortured, made me bleed?
And of the anger,
Rage,
And all things sweet…
Did I not long,
For rest?
No, for the death I greet?
Broken Link
A chain links
Every one existence
And all is purposeful
All here stands
But if a link
Which holds an instance
Is challenged
Put under resistance
If mortal force shall overcome
A glitch will prosper
Chaos run
Morality become immoral
Discordance shall corrupt the sorrow
Make no mistake
All else will fade in hollow
For if the balance gone
Disharmony follows
Indulgence shall consume the sun
A broken link:
How my end begun...
The Tale of My Life
'I don't know anymore,'
I say to the emptiness of my soul,
'I don't know where I belong, or what I need to show,'
I close my eye, a pang of regret deep inside,
'I need to be freed from these lies,'
I rest my head on the pillow, beneath my heart I realize there is nothing there to hold,
'I'll keep doing just what I'm told'
I let go of reality and drift, sleep finally overcoming me with weariness,
'I'll waste away here, dreading and relishing in the dreariness'
I'll be trapped in my tower, awaiting my savior,
'I'll never know what's it's like to be loved, even after all this, even since,'
The dawn is rising, a shallow hope,
'I'm hardly alive, and to that I must cope...'
Your Better Off...
If the choice were mine alone to make,
I'd choose for you to be happy,
To live without heartbreak,
Because it is not what I want that matters most,
I'd sacrifice my desires,
To give you what you want most,
And from you I'd hope,
That you would recognize,
To what I'd have to cope,
But the choice is not mine alone to make,
And happiness comes and goes,
But heartbreak is inevitable,
To my life that shows...
Friday, September 7, 2007
~Bright Angel~
Those who possess the greatest good see the bright angel at the end of the tunnel
Those who see the bright angel feel pain unmatched by any other
Those of the greatest good suffer the greatest evils
Those of the purest hearts suffer the utmost of horrors
Because they know the greatest ecstasy the sorrows of the world are so much colder
Because they know the ultimate bliss the pain of the world shapes greater wounds in their hearts
Because they have seen the light of the bright angel the shadows of the world are so much deeper
Because they have seen the beauty of the bright angel the atrocities of man wreak greater havoc on the mind.
The world is darker after facing the light
Yet the bright angel shines so much brighter once one has faced the greatest darkness
To Know... Is Knowledge...
To Know
To know love,
is to know jealousy,
To know jealousy,
is to know hatred,
To know hatred,
is to know sorrow,
To know sorrow,
is to know regret,
To know regret,
is to know shame,
To know shame,
is to know humility,
to know humility,
is to know meekness,
To know meekness,
is to know understanding,
To know understanding,
is to know forgiveness,
To know forgiveness,
is to know love.
Is Knowledge
My Timmies Run Last Night
I think of you
When the café sings
That lonesome song
Falling asleep at dawn
Sitting in the rain
Sopping wet
Dripping tears
Driving too fast
Wind whipped hair
Ears stinging cold
Breathe it in
Kicked up dust
A lover’s ruin
Finalized in stone
Littered with debris
Sing, sing, sing
The earth colors
Stranger happenings
Toil over living
Held on tight
By marionette strings
Follow this lead
Window of music
Closing softly
In the distance
Twisting in your ear
Pretending a song
Dance the only dance
Dance
A fury of rivers
Cold water blood
Rushing through the veins
Of an eyeful of sincerity
Truth runs dry
Go shakily
Toward the pine
Carve the initials
Yours and mine
...
Wander On
Half open eyes meet sand & sky
But, heaven is always out of reach
Stumbling through this mushroom mirage
It’s shining down on me.
Chasing the sun never gets me anywhere
My soul is dry but, I soldier on
There's no need to run
Just a mumbled prayer
That I may wake one day to find the dawn...
Wander on vagabond; wander on
You'll find your way...
Rattlesnake lungs & sand-paper tongues
Adrift in a gold ocean's grave
The words of the storm-so eagerly sung
To the one who walked alone that day…
Chasing the sun never gets me anywhere
My soul is dry but, I soldier on
There's no need to run
Just a mumbled prayer
That I may wake one day to find the dawn...
Wander on vagabond; wander on
You'll find your way...
You'll find your way...
This is an old image & a old poem but my friend Lucas just recorded it as a song so I thought I would post it. If you want to here Lucas' song click here.
Tuesday, September 5, 2006
Tomorrow
If tomorrow never comes
I would want to share
my last few hours
with you today
Before the good Lord
would take me away
I would want us to hug each other
and as we embraced each other
I would want our hearts to beat
side by side in melody
This is just a reminder to you
of how much you truly mean to me today
Because I really do love you
with all my heart and soul
I know how much you love me too
I sure hope you know
what a difference you have made
in my life today and every day
Because you are the diamond
that sparkles in my heart
like the stars in the night
So please remember
if tomorrow never comes
I would hope you would remember me
for my kindred spirit today
Because I truly do cherish you
in every way
And I have been blessed
by your beautiful spirit
emotionally mentally
physically and spiritually
So please cherish the beautiful memories
of yesterday and today
And remember
if tomorrow never comes
That I would hope today
that we could share
one more rainbow together
and a beautiful sunset too
You and I have to remember
to take time out to capture
the innocense of life
and its true beauty
Because tomorrow may be to late
And if by chance
we do see these beautiful visions in the sky
We have to remember
that we have been blessed by God today
God Bless You.
A Month...
Convert to fiction the fugacious scheme
As a sad gap in the pause of a song
The scroll under the tongue of a dream
Twining each word betwixt a hidden wrong
Yet hearing the rap of the wind seeking
Like a stillness housed within my very soul
The words must impel my mouth for speaking
As against the window pane with a hole
Agape fragments reach spanning of time
Awaiting as ghost ridden past digress
Fleeing the tattered ruins of the mind
Allowing anew for tender caress
Surrounded in walls a cocooned moth
Gliding thru yesterday in pain and fear
Mentally detecting the judgments wroth
Surrounding the wounded I persevere
Plague
Where did it all go wrong?
A new corruption by evensong
How is it this plague become?
Consume it all til left with none
High Ideals and best intentions
Somehow breed the great dissensions
Apocalypse on horizons seen
Apocalypse here, has always been
Needless death and endless destruction
A result of our inherent corruption
Use and abuse that we are given
To that end we are inexorably driven
We hurt the world and all within
Just too accustomed to our sin
Can't stop now it's far too late
Let the seeds of ending incubate
Inspired by greed, by personal gain
Smile as you kill, forgotten the pain
We won't stop until we've consumed it all
We are the cause of our own fall.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Nine Questions, Three Answers
And so begins this final descent into darkness.
Begins?
A continued tale that just hadn't started...
Falling through lies, purpose.
I love you?
What is that word?
A word, is that it?
Hatred.
No, no feeling at all.
Lack of love is no hatred.
Sense?
Cold?
Dark?
Evil?
Back up, darkness.
Yes, Darkness.
Descent slow, but sudden.
Blame?
Myself.
Ambiguous Angel
I never asked for you.
You are here, digging so precariously,
not wholly unwanted, but painfully deceived.
Elations betray, and the conundrum is: I need you.
Or so I allow my outward self to believe,
despite better judgment. I am like a fool who knows right
and yet still chooses folly continuously. Is this me?
Is the pain of loss an opening for evolution,
or my invitation to serene despondency?
Thursday, July 13, 2006
All I Ask
Forgive me for what I am
Forgive me for which I am not.
Let me never lust for what I want
At the sacrifice of what I’ve got.
Grant me certainty of love,
By means of any pain.
Let me never wish for sun,
While I’m still able to dance in the rain.
Time
I didn't feel it when he pulled the needle from side,
or even the head burning sickness as I fell to the ground.
But I can feel it now, a warmth under my chest.
I feel something sticky spread past my face
and watch as the world slows before my eyes.
I'm weary and frightened,
people around me seem upset
but no one is talking to me.
I think of how I'll never say what I want to;
how the fire in my gut will burn out
without ever being touched by you again.
How the world that I had balanced on my nose
was built to harbor lean devils
to pick my bones clean.
I'm trying to take a breath...
Just one last breath...
I need to say your name one last time...
In hopes of hearing an angel's voice...
Golem
She is beyond you now,
eyes a parasitic star,
fingers an untold truth.
I prayed so long for amniotic
comfort, a golem to guard
the springtime I see there.
When I slid into the desert
and closed my eyes,
the world shed her skin;
and her lips begged me to build.
I'm forever outside their reach
building sculptures of myself,
to catch one last glimpse;
forever casting sparks
into the cold night sky.
Metropolis
I used you to create a metropolis in my mind,
a shadow city to the real,
impregnated with debris and forever
birthing tenacious demons to consume
the population.
I'm forever looking back,
trying to catch a glimpse of the fire
you built there;
The machinations of the formless
color you forced upon me,
a crystalline light to banish me
to the border.
You consumed me that night
in a childs dream
in a formless room
in a place where your wounding whispers
followed me and drove me forever mad.
Pedestal
Were we too old to lie
naked in the leaves?
I watched her eyes strain
against the impending force
of her periphery
and sealed the moment
with the feeling of warm breath
on my neck.
I asked you to erect this pedestal
and call lean demons
to rejoice in the moment,
an oasis in your desert.
I fell in love with the way
you cleansed me...
When I watched the ripple her
tears made in the pond dissipate,
my own made the world shake.
My Kitten
Small, and furry.
Soft and cuddly.
Exploring, climbing.
Hiding, pouncing.
Chasing, playing,
Cute and bright.
Meow, Meow, Meowing
For something to taste.
Clawing, crawling,
Chasing mice.
Clinging, napping,
Oh, how nice.
Grooming, nibbling,
On cat treats and toys.
Performing small tricks,
For some allure!
Happy, care free,
My cute little kitten.
Nuzzling, caressing,
Your soft, fuzzy fur.
Love you for always,
My cute little kitten.
Grow up to be beautiful,
With much more attention.
If you should die
If you should ever die;
I promise to break out into song at your eulogy
and wear white sequins to stand out from the shadows
so you can pick me out from your balcony
amidst preachers who talk, then turn to dust
and grievers who never even knew you
while I hold darlings and smile at the stones
hoping no one notices that the rain was falling only from my eyelids
hoping no one notices that the darlings are from your grave...
Dedicated to my darling...
Storm Of Glass
The eye draw
a fragment from my mouth,
a scream hidden in my storm of glass
Why am I always a faction?
A legion of warring mercenaries
culled from this hidden home.
Sanctuary
galvanizing me to divinity.
As I look to the horizon,
All I can feel is red.
Reflection
(I need more orginal titles)
I look into the mirror; I see my reflection.
The clothes I wear to highlight my looks,
My posture, showing self-confidence and measured pride,
My figure, compared to many others over the years,
My face, features ever-changing...
I look into my face; I see my expression.
Sadness, for all the hard times and challenges,
Happiness, for all that I have in my life,
Laughter, at all the good times and fun,
Wonder, at life, time, and the past...
I look into my expression; I see my thoughts.
Doubts, about past mistakes and possible futures,
Perseverance, to stay on the path I set out on,
Faith, keeping my head above water,
Love, for friends, family, and prehaps myself...
I look into my thoughts; I see my life.
A childhood, full of discovery, learning, and fun,
A manhood, full of milestones, self-expression, and love,
An adulthood, full of worries, joy, and pride to come,
A dream of old Age, full of patience, knowledge, and nostalgia...
I look into the mirror; I see my reflection.
A Desert Road
Put it in,
this embryonic plague
calls me home and leaves me breathless.
I have fallen heroes
clinging to my back for a moment in the flame,
moths with wings transparent as night sky
and antennas seeking blood in the water.
I've drawn outside the lines again
and can spare no more blood for the inkwell,
this book is Greek to you
crimson shadows to steal my sight
and draw the blinds.
The bondage of this path
betrays the strength of spirit we need to walk it
and pulls warriors into the bog
not to transcend but to fade away;
ethereal and lost in the hearts sea.
Oasis' dawn in the desert field
to reveal sand dunes to pull us away,
into nothing
obscurity and failure.
Enough...
not again, please.
A Reminder
This is a reminder to you,
I’m just letting you know,
And making sure you never forget,
That you have someone...
Someone who would risk their life,
And probably others as well,
Just to save yours.
Someone who would endure
The fiery pits of hell,
Just to be by your side.
Someone who would conquer all their fears,
And face the unimaginable,
Just to be able to give you a hug.
Someone who would run hundreds of miles
And swim thousands of leagues,
Just for a single kiss.
Someone who is loyal to you,
And will stand by your side,
No matter what the circumstances are.
Someone who will always be there for you,
And support your decisions.
Someone who thinks the world of you,
And believes in you with their whole heart.
Someone who cares for you deeply,
Truly and eternally.
Someone who needs you,
And cannot live without you.
Someone who loves you.
And that someone is me.
Her First Time
The gentle fragility of heartbeat to heartbeat,
The closeness of flesh to flesh,
The slightest movement giving off sparks,
The sweat melting away all fears,
Stopping her innocent eyes from filling with tears,
As loving motions break into new places.
Now for the moment before it all ends,
Sweet explosions and rasping breath.
It’s all gone in this single instance.
The Tides
I'm through pulling punches,
lowering my head to shield my eyes
from the wind.
There were moments that night
when time slowed to a thick
crystalline crawl, and fallacious
miracles reflected in her eyes.
I felt a lonely wind drive through me
when her arms clasped behind my back.
I'd built my foundation on sand,
and the walls were already breaking about me.
I asked you to help me,
to give me a moment that was real
and to taste the night one last time.
When she let go, the tide had crept in
and I watched in mute, impotent horror
when she drifted to sea,
a thick vapor I still can't extricate
from my eyes.
Lightning
in the Cloud
When I woke up,
there was a cloud just above my head.
Its epicentre flowing red
like a vision of Jupiter.
I left my bed and drifted, dissociated,
out of my house.
The cloud had seemed to increase in size,
sentience seemed to sparkle in its core.
When I held my hand out iridescent lightning
traced my palm and I felt a heat.
My next memory was rebirth,
A raw and unexampled dawn...
Long Not Forgotten Regrets
This morning I picked pennies from the floor and made crucifixes with my fingers,
do you think I meant to gnaw through the nerves in your arms?
I didn't want to be so brutal. I could not stop, natural sugar
corroding my teeth and your veins, saline, my face.
This poem is two empty wine bottles and a gin bottle hidden
under dirty laundry. I can be found there mulling over mistakes
and dabbing you from my jawline. My tongue is often misprinted,
lips slip along table tops where amber light cuts wood
between us, just a cluttered mess
just beer and neglect.
This poem is an voicemail message. My fingerprints fell
on dusty shelves, patting the curved yellow to cause flakes,
they form pale apologies I cracked open this fortune-cookie heart again,
leaving enough room for sharp flesh to slide in
but I should have known
about most words- - They play leapfrogs
from voice box to ear in aspartame form, I should have known
from the electric shocks we past back and forth
like Chinese whispers. Playing with my tatter vhair and found not one curl
tangled up with the guilt. This poem is a sorry.
This poem is a regret.
This poem is an e-mail with not enough stamps
to get there.
Skin and Sweat
There's a sound of broken bones
and luminous shells scattered
across the world tonight.
A muse to sing of transcendence
and world-wearied horror,
a fallacious panic to send
the proud ones packing.
I harbor a secret,
a scale tipped over and
broken when she slipped
out of her dress.
I just want to forget,
skin and sweat...
Heaven was drawn from
out her thigh.
Gods and Monsters
There's a whispered lullaby
trapped on her lips.
A ruby-tinted magic that plays
in the air when I enter the room.
when the coin lands edge up
and forces ambiguity onto unclean hands.
Rooms that push a creeping dysphoria,
mediating beast and god.
Leviathan and Dionysus
she terrifies me, because she traps me
With a marigold honey,
and holds me outside my life,
enrapt by her sepulcher eyes.