Good words are worth much, and cost little...

It's been a bit since the last post but a baby being born into our lives will do that!  Welcome to this world: Nathan Christopher Maurer, born 5/1/14 at 6:17pm EST, 8lbs 12oz and 20.5 inches long!

The joy of my life...best thing that ever happened to me no doubt!  Now onto to the words of a much younger me, 20 years ago or so I'd measure. Whether good or bad, coal or a diamond, these were my words:

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SEARCH
Past the Realm of narrow thought
slipping through a past not fought
trip the light fantastic pain
ripping through like raging train
stopped by hope's undying truth
peaceful bliss storming loose
like a reign of holy calm
the presence like a healing balm
yet your doubts still plague the mind
searching for answers none can ever find
unnecessary doubts, unquestioning faith
searching for your one true place
still can't help that nagging sound
while growing pains yet drive you down
to grow, must question, to question - learn
with knowledge past experience burns
now continue on this path true st
this never ending, winding trek

INNER CONFUSION/INNER PEACE
Simple desires, complicated minds
Always searching for what you may never find
Eternal fighting, searching for love
Forever reaching for what you dream of
Living your life with pain teaching you
Constantly changing all that you knew
Learning from mistakes, your pride they can't take
Forever adapting through each heart break
now by yourself, self assurance is made
Pieces of your sanity, the coin you have paid
Now finally collecting pieces of you
Puzzle fit perfect, the one and the true
Finding yourself somewhere underneath
Fighting and struggling to reach inner peace

LIBERATION
Simple games of the mind
Dance to a tune that cannot bind
Uncontrolled by civil ways
Playing in their piercing gaze
Break the noose, the ties that bind
No limitations for you to find
Deny the corruption you see all around
Whilst your mind, you imagine unbound
No matter the source, darkness can't toiuch
Forever denying man's unseen crutch
Yet unlike the others, you can play the game
While keeping soul safe, and remaining sane
Untouchably pure, innocent as the babe
Unlike the others, accept what you've made
Denial and fear, the others will learn
Without acceptance these feelings will burn
Still within this dark Hell, you sense some small hope
If with their mistakes these people can hope
To grow and to learn man's ultimate goal
Still their humanity, from Eden once stole
Whether Biblical source, or true test of time
Humanity's curse has hidden the signs
A goodness inherent trapped in us all
Fighting society, with this stop the fall
Still pulling you down, many will try
Fighting their ignorance, with light, till you die
Then embracing eternal, the mark you will leave
A memory of hope that many will see

GAME OF FAITH
Play the deadly, dancing game
Faith is lost on the insane
Tip-toe past the realm of what
With the blade of truth - clear cut
Faith, a game - taught few can win
Yet unredeemed, still based on sin
Baptized at birth, choice then stole
Again in youth, still what you're told
Growing now, this faith you question
World teach all, a daily lesson
In your mind, your faith will grow
With the seeds experience sews

It's About That Time (To Bring Forth The Rhythm & The Rhyme)....

Here with your latest installment of more of my jumbled words from the mid-90's...


SHADOW PLAY
Dream the dream of a thousand lies
pain's the reality your brain still denies
the truth so painful you cannot accept
turn and ignore the tears that you've wept
run while you can, no use to hide
from the darkness you feel deep inside
the more you try, the harder it seems
feel the burn as your soul does scream
trip into darkness, fall through the light
faster and farther, you're losing your sight
spinning through void
with your heart they have toyed
once blissful soul, through anger destroyed
trapped in unknown, rage has grown
shadow dancing's become your home
with the pain that's made you real
before the god of fear you kneel
touched by the hand, you start to shudder
through clenched teeth you barely mutter
sounds of the hell within
'neath the layer of burning skin
feel the fire as it grows
see the darkness no one knows

ECHOES
Desperate voices speak within
with those words begin again
echoing anger, screaming rage
still unwilling to turn the page
they speak of love not soon forgot
remnant feelings these are not
still a rage burns in your soul
for too long, without control
lingering feelings, hate remains
so sick and tired of playing these games
lash out and hurt, control still denied
lies telling lies, the voices have tried
telling the truth of a past not learned
repeated attempts, blind eyes have turned
denial, betrayal, thoughts turn to the past
knowing at heart, a dream just can't last

MIRRORS
mirror image, pain reflected
once again - true self rejected
you have lied and you have cried
by yourself life's been denied
mirrored fear - whirling death
speaking words with dying breath
mirror shows what's trapped within
years of pain worn on your skin
still blind as mice to the proof
yet your eyes scream of the truth
your worst fear still as you grow
reflected is no face you know
but patience isn't yours to grasp
slipping through your fingers, last
years and years, reflections change
as you wake up to the game

HOPE
New release changing the old
making false all that you've been told
erasing all life, all that you've been taught
again denied for what you have fought
striving to reach that next plateau
by all ignored, denied you still grow
refusal to accept this as the fact
struggling with the wall at your back
yet don't stop, don't ever give up
fight to the finish, goodnight and good luck

The Poetry Years Begin...

So after that "scholarly" piece of work on Scientology from my college days, it's not time to backtrack into the beginning of what I can only call my poetry years.  It all started my Sophomore year of High School (94/95) and continued on pretty hardcore for most of my HS career. It dwindled off in part due to a god awful visiting professor at Michigan State my Junior year who I let kind of crush whatever aspirations I had then but it still rears its chaotic head from time-to-time.  So here's a few pieces that marked the beginning of this road (forgive me, I was 15):

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TWISTER
circle of pain begins again
repeats of the same old sin
heart will break, hope will die
as the last drops from your eye
now twisted love arise again
to be destroyed...why begin
pain flows freely through the haze
living life in a daze
stop the madness, but cannot
always hits that same old spot
memories of happiness torn to shreds
love born again, better off dead
reach for help, kicked in the face
laughed at, hit, and spit in disgrace
no time to breath, it happened too fast
and once again it's over...at last
now contact is made, it begins again
the same old trip, this circle of sin

BETRAYAL
friends you used to love and trust
now they leave you in the dust
you see yourself holding back
this urge to strike and attack
hate, rage, pain, and hurt
after all this time, you're less than dirt
You've been with them through good and bad
and when you need them most, so sad
you need their help to get back up
they kick you like some worthless pup
and as they walk past in disgust
you start to learn what you must
don't ever put such blind faith into a friend
they'll never be there in the end

THE DYING OF A LIGHT
as shadows creep, your hand it falls
from the inner depths it crawls
a tear of blood drops from your eye
this is the last you'll ever cry
this time as your eyes close tight
from me you'll see no kiss goodnight
the light, it dies as it must
the last you see turned in disgust
the easy way--you never said goodbye
and in the end I still won't cry