Poetry.

By: Kevin Eagan

These are some of my personal poems, about my perceptions of life, etc. Some of these poems are not even my opinions. Some are observations of other’s lives, whether it be their mistakes or accomplishments. 

Dark, Black lines

Drawing lines in my heart
The lines that have kept us apart.
We both know them well
Maybe me more than you.
I hope you see
The dark, black lines of immaturity
Because those have wounded us both.
So let’s look past them all!
And start afresh, anew
I’ll let you erase the lines
That I have kept from you.
Let us rejoice and be glad
And leave everything that has been said
So we will unite in love
The love from deep within, between the lines.

 God, the emotion

I have given my SOUL
To the emotion I felt
The one I had when my heart knelt
It seems so real, so true!
But then I left my high
And took it all from you.

It meant nothing
When the weeds choked my soul
For I was lost
Before I fell into my emotional hole.

Out of the dark room… comes the light

The dark room
Is all I know 
I can’t see 
What filth has grown
I thought I knew
What my surroundings were
But there is no light
Which makes me ever unsure.

But wait!
Who opened the door?
Who let the light in?
Who showed me much more?

He cleared out the junk 
And now I can see
The filth of the past
Was a reflection of me
Now I am alive!
I can give him my soul
And he has carried me
Out of my dark hole

Your Stale Fate

You are my stalemate
You are everything you used to hate
So, you think God came a little late?
No, you created your own fate.

Why do I have to stand as a bodyguard
When you dismissed me long before
You choices of immaturity left me in the dust
And with it, turned your heart to rust.

Give it up 
It’s not worth the junk
The same junk that ruined so many others
Face it, your life has filled its cup.

Virgin Love

You are my daffodil
Untouched by the world around you
Protected by your sweet fragrance
That penetrates the morning dew.

Do you accept my cadence?
Whilst you wither from autumn’s wrath?
I can save you this one last time
In exchange for your gracious breadth.

Oh where is all the temperance?
Have you withered and died so soon?
I came to visit you last night
But you laid over an empty tomb.

I see no hope
No beauty in your veins
My daffodil, sweet daffodil
Has withered and died in pain.

Or is it me?
The bumblebee
Who took away your life
Why did you give yourself away
And bring me painful strife?

Conformity

Once upon a time
I wished a dream’d come true
That everyone would be like me
And moments, they’d be few.

Does everyone
Conform to nothingness?
Are we running with our heads maimed?
In a huge disgusting mess?
The pawns of a tremendous game?

I, for one, must make my choice
Do I choose to live or die?
In a society controlled by one voice
I can outlive the cry.

Wild horses ride away in the sun
So do my thoughts of fears for you
The shallow mind 
Brings shallow crimes 
And I will always stay true
Your love is there 
And I won’t stare
In the face of “fun and free”
The thin lines of life we walk
Have never been there for me

So give me your heart 
Give me the part
Of your life that has shown me so much
I’ve always seen us together
Staying true to God, forever
And forever it will be
If you want to spend time with me.

Part II

There goes my will again
Running in circles with more and more sin
Do I have an ear to lend?
Or am I deaf to my own frustrations.

She has my heart, she must!
For I cannot get past my state of lust
I run in circles from dawn to dusk
As she fans the flames of my own elations.

There is something inside me 
Something that calls out her name
I must have you, my dame.
Let us fan the flame
Of our current relations.

Part III

Ask me my dear, what’s on my mind
For there is so much we must find
Give me the name of the one so true
For I am sure his life is sad and blue.

You know I’m there 
You have known it all along
So come with me
On the path of the brave and few
Of songs and happiness
With no holes of sadness
And love from me to you.

Part IV

I’m drinking from your poisoned potion
The dew of weeping sorrow
You’ve given me no uttered reason
To fan the flames of tomorrow
And thus I must take back this trust 
In you, my love, the one
It seems I’ve lived a life of lust 
Or maybe I was just your pawn

Of the game you played while I was away
It’s you and me now
And baby it’s not okay
I won’t kneel and bow
Now look who has to pay.

Hypocritical
“Your saviour, my guillotine.”
-Rage Against The Machine

I lied.
I guess the truth isn’t what is seems
You cried
For something to save you from this machine.

The machine of life
Which we must live and die by
Left you cold and blue
It seems your life is a lie.

But you know my belief
And you want it to save you
But I gave it away
Daily - yes, it’s true.

I’ve never felt the same
Since I let you see
My hypocrisy, a stupid game
Which brought your life to misery.

Aphrodite

Last night, for us
Did it mean anything?
The one whom I adore
You are my everything.

You are my Aphrodite
I hide behind your wing
Our love is like a lush orchestra
Yet simple enough to sing.

In fact, this love, is it real?
Or am I kidding myself once again
Like cheap but lovely wine
This love will never end.

Happy Cocoon

His cocoon
So happy and serene
He doesn’t have to deal
With the ways of the mean
He just lives in his cocoon.

His cocoon
Many cry out, but he stays in it
So he creates his own world
Governed only by what he knows
And what he has been taught.

His cocoon 
Now he’s out of it
And his eyes stay open
But fate kills him
Because of his cocoon.

How Would the World Cope!

What if I ceased to exist?
What if my life went amiss?
What would I see?
Would it be a replacement of me?

Would I help those in need?
Or would they feed off of me?
How would the world cope!
If my whole life was nothing but a joke.

I have too much to offer, 
And those around me 
Are worth being on this earth to suffer.

Monoxide

And in the dark
I wait for you
Wondering if this will last
Breathing in the last fumes
Of your stale, rancid breath

I can’t smell it, see it, or taste it
But yet I’m falling fast asleep
What is this about you?
That kills me slowly?

I call it MONOXIDE, my love
And now I’m losing consciousness
As it fills my lungs,
I’m falling under your spell
The curse of death 
Which becomes your NPOISONN
Now I’m dead
And your wish is my command.

I Was Invited…

I’m going to a party
The date and hour still unknown.
The King Himself invited me
To show me the way home.

It seems to be a wedding feast
Of which I am the bride
I know I have been chosen 
My heart and soul resides.

The King invited so many others!
Why did not they come?!
I guess it is their stubbornness
And the lies of the evil one.

They miss out on so much 
As we unite with our king
But their choice was pain and sorrow
With weeping and gnashing of teeth.

The Sweet Disease We Call Love.

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies; for vilest things become themselves in her, that the Holy priests bless her when she is riggish.”
-	William Shakespeare, from Antony & Cleopatra

Oh my Cleopatra! 
Where have you been?
I thought about you last night
We indulged in many a sin.

Where have you gone?
Did you leave me so soon?
I thought everything was okay
Now the stroke of your flutes
Keeps a new tune

I am your Antony 
And you are my Cleopatra
Which is why you abandoned me
To fancy the life of a new love.

Can I Have a Morsel?

All I have is this penny, can I have a morsel?
I need something to last me today, for I have no family.
I have to live on my own, at my own young age.
This is the only meal I have for the day, can I have a morsel?

Actually, I need more.
I need someone to save me from my child-torn life.
For I cannot survive on my own.
What can you give me? All I have is this penny.
I need more than a meal, more than a shelter
I need saving.

All I have is this penny, can I have a morsel?

Remember the Past, my Friend

Don’t you see
The stupid choices you made?
You had everything
And you gave it all away.
The thrill you have will soon fly like the dust in the wind
And with it will go all of you sin.
The path we chose
Got us through all the woes
Now those woes sit at your side
Bringing your heart
Down a slippery slide.

Flames

Burning
In a furnace fanned by your flames
Dying 
From the heat coming from you, my dame
The bleeding
Penetrates and extinguishes your flames

I rise above your flames 
Charred but not brought down
Ready to start a new life in a day
My heart will only stay brown.

Not destroyed,
As if you had power over my bones
Unemployed,
No longer under your control
I give you this rose
As a token of my misgiving
But I will not fall
To the power you once had.

 

Glass.

I am glass. 
What you see is who I am.
I am black and charred from the past.
Blessed, cursed, kissed and damned.

I am the rainbow in your storm,
I am the lightning in your clouds,
I am the scars under sores,
But you won the battle, true and proud.

I would fight it again, one last time;
Watch my glass shatter from your gunshot.
Your opaque skin is not mine
I guess your love failed the plot.

Where did it Go?

I miss the days
When fun was being led by your dog
In the snow on a sled.
Or staying up past ten
Then pretending to go to bed.

I miss the days
When all that mattered was climbing trees
And someone was always there
When you skinned your knees.

I miss the days 
When a kiss was a kiss,
And you looked into her eyes
Knowing of nothing greater than this.

My innocence was lost long ago.
Now all that matters is fitting in
And making a scene with those you know,
And becoming a part of a system
To break apart and go solo.

[hoe.]

Deny your impulse
For the sake of morality’s gain.
I see nothing but pleasure 
From what you see as pain.

I drink the waste of our culture’s death
Knowing full well that it is you who’s given me regret.
Now I just have to laugh
Because it’s the opposite of what you bet.

At the moment of my desire
You take what I have left,
And throw it in the muck and mire
Where pigs of the past have slept. 

The Summer of 2000

The summer of 2000
The new millennium
It seems like everybody
Is chasing after the sun.

Each day has something newer
We have seen better years
But now we have grown older
And threw away the tears.

We’re going on a road trip
To see a cool rock show
This poem has no meaning
It is not a work of Poe.

I’ll see you in the future
Of which we can abide 
The dawning of this millennium
Will be a bumpy ride. 

The Summer of 2000 (pt. 2)

I have to leave you now
I’m sad to say goodbye
Too bad it has to work this way
I will be back, don’t cry

You think you know someone
Then it all crumbles down
When you have to leave them 
Far away; away from town
Across the world to a distant land

Baby let me take your hand
This one last time, away from here
I promise to be back 
Please, don’t shed a tear

(to all those I left behind)

---from the abyss---

I see the light of love –
And it blinds me.
Only when I find 
The love that Finds me.
The scene of my soul
In the falling hole
Has found itself shining through the pains

But love has healed this
The part that I had missed
The shining of my pain
And saved me from the abyss

Americanism

The death of another
But it doesn’t matter
‘Cause legislation passed this one years ago.

Clinton plays around
While another child is drowned
Because someone thinks they have the right.

Spiritually blind
Senile to the mind
The portrait of America
Has gone through the grind.

Fickle Imaginations

Fickle imaginations
The ones from within.
They take away all hopes and dreams
And cast us all to sin.

Those same imaginations
Seem to bring a temporary light
But soon the thrill is gone
And brings us a spiritual fight.

The truth is never present
When we lean on our own strength
Because God has written us in His book
Which makes our dreams ever fake.

“…What I want to do I do not do…”

I am not trying to be like everyone else.
I never intend to, never will,
But it seems too easy
To allow my rebirth to become still.
I just need to raise the light.

I live the opposite of what I want
But I want the truth.
He tells me He expects more
And I want to know if that is “cool”.
I just need to raise the bar.

“Father, forgive me, for I know not what I do.”
I quote the words exactly
And I bought the album too!
But He wants to know if I mean it.
I just need to raise the standard.

If my life is not congruent
With what I say and what I live,
Then my life will always reflect
What I had for him to give.

Child of the Rock & Roll

I’m a child of the Rock & Roll
Boogie nights and women galore
One more shot and I’m dead on the floor
As long as I sing with soul.

Look at all I’ve got
So much better than I ever thought
Dirty deeds all night long
I have them all if I sing my song.

The glamour, the lights,
The Pain.
Of losing your life for the sake of music’s gain.
Not everyone wants to be
A life of death coming from one little seed!

This child of the Rock & Roll
Won’t let his dreams become futile
By letting his mind run away
Into the lap of the music industry.