Wednesday, April 8, 2009

What is Death?

Paralyzed by fear and lost

Petrified my future is.

Mortuesque are the days of the week

Loneliness feels comfortable to the soul

Loss, and pain, the epiphanies

strangle my heart for freedom

Stillness in time seems to be obligatory


R. L. Heath, Jr

edited (by RLH 4/8/09)

A twist

April 28 2001

Saturday

I have been awaken,

Torn from solemnity

Into somber sobriety

Torment skies awaits

Belligerent are the cries of

Sorrow.

Whisapered are the songs

Of fate.

Deep thought caresses me

With multitude of fear.

And a peaceful “longing’

World ashakened by

Course despair

Object of my loathing

Object of my fear

Is the presented course

I must face.

This course is

The manufacturer

Of my being

Unresolved emotions,

Emotion of suffering

Self defeating

And personal hate

I awaken to the

Face of my mother.

Grasping lightly

Onto life.

Though as seen

And loved secretly,

Creates personal hypocrisy

Of profuse emotions.

Belligerent are these

Feelings.

Personal battles

Numbs my heart

Weakness conquers

Tears.

Fearlessness defeats

Breathing

Love reinfested

By hate

Yet tomorrow…


Monday, April 6, 2009

Breathless Truth

Sadness spreads through my veins

Spreads through the veins with fluid tumult

Arranging normality into chaos,

Drowning conformity with abstraction

Barren hope is foreseeable more,

As the horizon converge into a void.

Darting ravens replace the gracious doves,

Twirling the skies seething screams.

Tarnish clouds bombard the spring.

Sudden winter arrives as though it has come home.

Despair seems to awaken to me.

To remind me of the world I have abandoned

The developed unknown has aged as much as I have,

The beast as fearless as I may be,

Child I first was when I was aqauinted with he,

He hath grown as I when I was reqaquainted.

To be forgotten was intended

Not to be existent was pretended

Breaking through my reality with ceasarian tenacity,

Superceding my world I have secured,

He, the breathless beast

Torn from my neglected soul

Wounded, blistering blemish

Bursting with seething history

Over consuming my person with doubt,

Aloning my world

Things seem so far away

Far from my closeness

Far from the barrier of me

Far from the comprehension

The comprehension held so dear,

Despair has won.

Corral of sanctity hath deceased,

The structure of peace fell to the windstorm of sand.

The world and paradise, …my eye

Is blinded with unwanted past.

Holding nothing to call peace to the turmoil

The cold crept is to cease the motion of progress.

Regression has molded and grown to fit,

The crevasses have filled with molt and sewage

Foul is the air around, breathless beast is he.

Suffocation is imminent

Torn lung cease to exist

Lays open to deflate with last breathe

Breathe that held peace.

Many of good turned evil against I

Negligence bore truth to me as reproach.

None of the accomplishments have bearing

The foundation crumble soft and mute.

Bankrupt am I to be.

The palace and the paradise slowly consumed

Deliberate retribution is he.

Once the elite in emotional tenace

Unwelcome am I to vitality

Unwelcome am I to prosperity

Only welcome to disparity

Cryo-affection wraps arms about me

Draining my heart and mind from me

No liberty of malfunction, as it may show freedom,

Only to torture the that hath neglected he.

He-the breathless beast.

Tears may run as not

For the fluid of emotions are frozen

As the blistering affection squeezes.

Faith hath escape with all estate

The beliefs I hold dear left me open

God or what it to be, farther from me.

Cruel and ceaseless is he,

Lord seems to tag me

Tag me of no value

Tag of historic debt

Tag of ceaseless repentance

Sins committed innocence are guilt

Thought of peace have become belligerent

Hopes of love have turned cold

Common truths are lies to bare

Lies are of all promises broken unto thou

Unto all veins of prosperity

The hole hath opened

All worthiness, fallen through

Affluence if esteem, swallowed

Cough of the breathless beast

Growth has regressed back to childhood

Frighten boy of negligence.

Boy forgotten to person

Foreign is this boy of adult

The tears of fear seem unreasonable

Why must you shed?

Why must you shake?

Why must you shrink away?

The eye that has the soul pulled

The eye devoured the soul’s boyish innocence

Boy now being stiff and calm

Robotic his emotion has become

Forward steps he takes

The minor breathless beast merges with him.

Superhuman are the two combined

Movement are fearless but weak

Powerful boy he develops

Breathless beast is now king

Childhood coolly conquered

The darkness disappears as the steps become extended

The path is lit with obscurity

Gray and dank is the bare roads

Numb become the child’s feet

Ignorant, naïve is he to the world around

But he bud of his own

But he reaps of his own

But he bares his own barriers

The road falls in oblivion behind

The son negligence never turn back

Child of enveloping fear, briskly moves forward

Destination hath no name

Destination only forward

Never looking around, perception of surroundings

Never noticing his infinite circle run

Enforced is a shield to all eyes

To all sense to the boy

Protected from the further hurt

Protected from rejection

Protection from any deception

The boy grows astronomically

The boy superhuman to peers as he

Goes through storms

The boy

Sage to all who is weak

Sage master for all who seek him

This manchild has bruted out

His appearance is foreign to thee.

Shielded from deception and reception

Shielded from disappointment and achievement

Sheilded from misperception and true-self perception

Confused but sure, the man boy develops

Unseeingly the breathless beast dart arrows

Only piercing the adolescent with poison

Posioned with guilt,

Poisoned with repositioned sin.

Naïve forgiveness ravages rationale.

Ravages the senses to further blindness.

The adolescent falls over his own foot

In an attempt to abolish him

Careful is the beast, he flies as the boy falls

Boy betrayed, shaken, forgives, moves forward,

Ah-ha! Thou beastly tricks hath work for thee.

Ah-ha! Thou circle hath hath strengthen thee.

The superhuman boy only grows weaker.

The superhuman boy only slows quicker.

The superhuman boy only is younger

This beast sucks the time through the boy to grow himself

This breathless beast leeches ability from the boy

This breathless beast has bore out all freedom

This beast naps while the boys continues descent

This breathless beast weakens the boy resilience

This breathless beast is leaving

Taking the man to be

Taking the world from him

Taking the foundation from me.

Waking from his nap the boy is only frighten

Down to the last square in the path

Blackness ahead, a void on all other sides

The boy screams

The boy moans

Boy whimpers

The breathless beast grown too great proportion

Brazen breatheless beast lashes at the boy

Boy screams

The beast grunts in laughter

Boy moans

Grunting and gurgling is beast with his achievements

Bursting and bubbling of his destruction, this beast

Master is he of this boy.

Boy still blind and numb, shrinking into a crumpled state

Boy still small and hollow shivers with fear.

Scrawny is he

Hollow is his heart

Swallowed is his soul

Stripped of his weapons, stripped of his experience

Shielded is external being

Internally vulnerable

Foreign is this to him

Though it has been repeated

Foreign is his body to him

Stripped of wanted memory

Only is the void familiar

Only is this darkness else

Only is the emotion familiar

Only the empty surrounding is familiar

Only is this beast here

Only loneliness this boy knows

Only I am that boy


R. L. Heath, Jr.

A request from A prisoner

Dear Lord
My soul provider
My life grace
My lesson instructor,
My world presenter
My sovereign gate keeper
Oh, Dear Lord,
Why hath thou bestow unto me
Trials
Precarious nothings
Doubtful hope?
Query of giving me life
Hath never have been made.
Sensations are continual
Of sentencing to a punishment
A Prison!
Who were the things,
In my former life?
What deed did I bestow
Upon the world?
What have I done!
Oh, Dear Lord,
I wake up with the
Request of
Never waking again.
Fro some trouble will
Shadow my doorstep.
What am I here for?
Who am I to be?
For what retribution?
Punishment?
Why am I
This ceded person whose
Battles flourishes more
Than prosperity?
Whose prosperity makes
Suffering easy?
Whose happiness is as
Elusive as death.
Whose morning waking is
Painful and abhorred.
I beg and plead
For parole
Or
Probation
From this “so called”
Life.
Still trapped in
Repetition from past
Events.
Being styled constantly
From what I have perceived
myself
Loudly told of personal
Failures
Through mine and
Others sight.
The perpetual want
To flee
The perpetual want
To escape
Always unhappy
Never content
And afraid of both .
Loath human
Contact
Yet seek with
Tenacity.
Apparent innocence
Yet self defeating
Guilt.
Dear Omnipotent
Soul,
For what reason
Am I occupying
This unhappy human?
They told me you
Give whatever the
The heart truly needs,
I need to be released.
I need a new
Beginning.
I need a new
World.
Dear Lord,
Hear my request
Let it not be taken
As another request
For a Pony.
Dear, Dear Lord!
I love you dearly.
For you and my love
Ones,
Is greater by far
Than the love I would
Have for this life
For myself .
This dark olive,
Differently oriented,
Sexual minority,
Would like to go
Would like to have a pardon
I have learned all
The lesson that is needed
To learn and be taught,
I have seen enough
For my soul to understand.
I do regret any wrong
I may have treaded upon.
Your omnipotence,
Yet, I have learned.
I live for others
However, I never seem
To please them,
Nor you.
I want to come home.
No, Lord
I am truly homesick .
No more, Lord.
I have had my limit
I do not want
Nor do I need to go
On
Lord, Oh Dear, Lord,
If I am imprisoned
In this cell
If I am eternally
Punished,
I am afraid that
What’s left of
My soul
Will cease to
Be vital.
My heart will
Shut down,
And my mind,
Oh, imprisoned mind,
Will take control .
I desire not that outcome,
Nevertheless, life will
Take that path.
I am done with
My sentencing
Your son.


A request from A prisoner
R. L. Heath, Jr.