Poetry: Dark and Light

[Jon]

The ocean waves roar, you cover my ears.

The carnage causes me angst, you cover my eyes.

The pain causes me to cry out, you cover my mouth.

The tears flow; you cover my face with kisses.

The night comes, you cover me with fleece

My dreams come, you make them true.

My fears surface, you dispel them.

The wolves come, you drive them away.

Illness strikes, you nurse me.

Old age ravages my youthful looks, you flatter me

I open my jewelry box, you are my gem.

[Jon]

Horrible day, is there any other way?

Horrible night, why should I fight?

I want a better future, but to end it all by my own hand

Is that like giving up your stand?

After all, if the goal is to make the future bright

Then isn’t euthanasia just a coward’s delight?

Sure death removes the pain

But isn’t suicide just evil’s gain?

End it now and there is no hope

I can always put it off until tomorrow and today just cope.

[Jon]

What does she think?

Focused eye with minimal blink

I give her no clothes to don

I make her outside her John

Does she worry about my lack of fur?

Does she worry that I am colder than her?

She looks at me with deep dark eyes

She sees through any disguise

Sometimes I let her roam free

Sometimes I chain her near to me

Is she self aware?

Are there burdens, I do not see, for her to bear?

Does she looks deeply into my eyes?

Or is this her non – human disguise?

If so then what does she see when she looks so deep?

Does she actually see a lover of sheep?

Or am I her leash, her, keeper, her role model?

Or perhaps her jailer, her governor, her throttle.

[Jon]

You have done it now, no more life.

You have done it now, no more strife.

You have done it now, no more pain.

You have done it now, now they KNOW you were insane.

You have done it now, is that black cloud gone?

You have done it now, you are no longer Jon.

You have done it now, is there relief?

You have done it now; do you enjoy seeing your loved one’s grief?

You have done it now; did you finish that last prose?

You have done it now, is this how you wish your son to know this is just how life goes?

You have done it now, is this the message you wish that they view?

You have done it now, is this the message you wish to send to those few?

You have done it now, is the message you wish to send to those who look to you?

You have done it now, no more sunsets, and no more football.

You have done it now, no more smelling of honeysuckle, or hearing the dove’s call.

You have done it now, you will not see you son succeed, nor his children fall.

You have done it now; you will no longer see the magic of love.

You have done it now, you must answer to the one above.

[Jon]

I’m standing on the precipice.

I can’t see it

I know its there

I can feel it, that’s how I know this.


When I can see

I look at the bottom

Red and gruesome until the sea washes it clean

This is not the danger for me


The danger is times like now

When I do not see

I think it far away

The only danger to befall would be the danger I allow.


I feel it is closer with each passing moment.

Is it moving towards me?

Am I marching towards it?

Is this my final, glorious stunt?


An angel’s wings stir the black clouds away

I see the ledge now, should I avoid it?

I know the bottom is red

Must I consider this be my day?


Her haunting, sweet voice sends me back.

Back to fight another day

Until the next time I find my way here

Maybe again she can sooth my anxiety attack

[Jon]

It seems that someone has wrapped chains around my chest

Or maybe I have donned a one ton vest.

This is not something like the Princess’ asthmatic attack

Nothing so serious, but I feel about to crack

Nothing a physician can find

This is an attack from my mind

But what are you to do

When you mortal enemy is you?

I cannot reach inside my head

And ensure that my tormentor is dead

This I know to be the ultimate sin

But why fight a war you may not win?

Will this battle rage until my dying breath?

If so, why not embrace death?

Yes I know there are many moments when I can see.

But what of those times I am not me?

Such teenage angst at my age?

And still I know not who put me in this cage.

[Jon]

Whipping and shaping the land.

With my symbiont, sometimes the sand

I pound your flesh and your home

Yet I repay you in Lome

I sting your eyes, in fury, I create your fears.

I chill your soul, I drive you from frontiers

I can rob your power and leave your mouth agape.

Yet I often leave, in my wake, a beautiful scape.