Matthew Niemerg

THE NIGHT JEWELS

Glistening in the black sky
Shining in the dark of the night
Sits the Night Jewels above all else
Looking down upon the mortals
Who keeps watch over the night
Yet the mortals are heedless of the guardians above
Looking down upon them and ever watching
Never able to interfere for that would upset the balance
Of Good and Evil, for the Night Jewels are Neutral
Restoring Order in times of
Chaos, yet they are never remembered
Mortals forget time after time
To thank the everlasting peace keepers
But I say to you now,
"Is it too late to thank the Night Jewels?�
�Nay,� they say to me, �It is not too late too late to thank us
�For you have thanked us within your hearts,
Yet there are some mortals
�Who aren�t as grateful as thou are.
Alas, their fate has already been decided�
And I warn those not pure of heart,
To turn from your evil ways, and forgive others.

A Church Function

The gleeful cries of sadistic children
Watching, never stopping, ever playing
The parents watch in feast and merriment
Drinking the mead that will soon become their bane
For some of them and for their children too
Doing the devil's work for the church
Gambling, drinking, socializing
But is it really all worth it for a church gathering?

Differences

Socializing with everyone
Not caring for anyone
Talk, talk, talk is all they do
Watch out, they might be you
Cheering at all the games
Trying to always be the same

Silently he watches them
In their disgust for him
Slowly creeping closely
To listen very intently
Deciphering what they say
They want everything their way

Carefully he slowly wanders back
Wondering if his hate should ever slack
Of those who have mistreated him
Left him to rot in the midst of them
Always worried about how they look
Considering if they should kiss the cook

Happy-go lucky are they whom he hates
Only worried about who each other dates
Examining the physical aspects of their peers
But not wondering about their own fears
Laughing merrily all the time in their midst
No concern at all to he whom they've dissed

As he is sitting at his computer
Watching and waiting to see whether
He will finish his great works
Of keeping a list of those jerks
Yet also writing with creative words
Referring to himself in third

Praise they always give
To he who watches in malice
Contempt the others show
But hide it they did slow
Hating him in their fury
Yet one more thing, I am he

Friend or Foe

Dost thou choose thy enemy?
Or dost thy foes choose thee?
Thou must pick thy enemies carefully
But choose thy friends more cautiously
For thy friends can back stab in the blink of an eye
But thy foe will always make sure thou'll die
The French and English may always be enemies
Or there may come a time where they will be
Friends upon the open field
Joining a battle that may never yield
Mayhap none can tell in the end
Whether anyone be foe or friend

One last time

Gossiping and shopping are so much fun
Yet out on the white beach in the sun
You walk with me and hold my hand
Then we lie together in the soft sand
Right now I'm glad you are so near
But there is one more thing I yet fear
My time is up, I'll be gone so soon
So would you by the light of the moon
Keep me close and hug me tight
And once last time, kiss me good night

Parents

Caring for you since your own birth
Loving you always in unceasing mirth
Watching you first learn to walk
And being there when you first talk

Happy they be when you go to school
Even if this means many a verbal duel
Crying softly as you go silently bye
Saying silently, "There he goes, Oh my."

They rule over you without resistance
It is futile to argue with them for recompense
Ever watching your every tedious moves
Always making sure you have your shoes

But he is ready to move on, "Oh why?"
He is setting off for the grand junior high
He meets some kids there and joins the band
He is so excited, he thinks it's all so grand

High school is all ready to take him
The girls come and go as he dates them
Years go by, and then he graduates
While they just thank and congratulate

After high school he goes to college
Is he really ready for this great foliage?
He finds a sweet girl and is happy
Then he marries her and is now a daddy

Now he's off completely on his own
With his wife and one partial child grown
He finds a secure job at a hardware store
Then guess what? He moves to the shore

He misses his parents that he grew to love
But with all that done, far away he is shoved
You haven't seen him in many a year
But wait he's coming back to live here

Watching

All day long I sit and stare
Looking through the hidden glare
Trying to look behind
The facades of their kind

Watching them with content
As I lay with my mind bent
On trying to peer the recesses
Of their innermost minds' secrets

Laughing at their foolhardiness
And at their superficial mess
That they have wrought by hand
Not wanting their hair in the sand

Unknown

Pitch black, nothing behind or to the side
But always ahead of me, leading my legs
Bringing me closer to the unknown tide
That awaits my coming, the nameless dregs

The feeling of dread is upon me, devouring my soul
The glance of the cold eyes burning deep within me
Yet sill before me, nothing, save a light, black as coal
Moving onward toward the source, that none but I can see

My unworthy companions I had left far behind
Following my own path to bring me thus far
As I come closer, I look to the recesses of my mind
Thinking maybe the road I had taken, the other way did it bar

"The life I had chosen brought me to this dreadful place
"But surely I should've elected another path," screamed my head
The black light illuminated the way vanished without a trace
"Now," I surely thought, "This is what it is like to be truly dead."

The drink

Who knows if they extremely hate?
As they say they do
Perhaps all they really love now
Is the taste of the brew

For all their lives, they only drink
Not really wondering
Whether or not to rightly think
Of truly pondering

Whether or not to waste their lives
In a meaningless event
That is but a fleeting moment
To do as they were sent

To be sent here, not to wrongly hate
But to love all here
Perhaps they know not the purpose
To see what is near

Seeing is often always believing
Sometimes it is not so
Yet possibly if they were to see
Actions would not be so

The results of the deadly drink
Would be different
Perhaps they would live to see
What life truly meant

Someone Very Special

Her soft roan hair, glistening in the moonlight
My heart beating just at her lovely sight
Her beautiful smile lights up the darkest day
And very hopefully she will look my way
Her loveliness fills the wondrous night sky
And when I look at her lovely face, I sigh
Why is it that I see her the way I do
Maybe, one day, she'll see me that way too

Such Beaty

I am lucky to have someone with such beauty
In my life that is not filled with much glamour
Her smile brings happiness and joy to me
That of which cannot be equaled or even come close
Her loveliness surpasses that of the twinkling stars
Her face glistening in the pale candlelight
None else may be greater than your or even meet par
And many a time I just wonder
As I sit looking into the night
If loving you is so wrong then
I want to know what is right.

What to Say

Oh what can I say to you that is not but pure
I truly do not know what to say for sure
Except for maybe your smile is lovely
And your face is nothing but beauty
I really don't know why it is that I say
That I really love you, but I pray
That some day soon, you will see me that way too.

What to Say (2)

Your laughter brings a smile to my face
Your smile lights up the darkest place
Your beauty seems to me to be lovely
Your everything that all I've wanted to see
I have no clue on what to say
But maybe, hopefully some day
You'll see that I truly, really love you.

All This Time

After all this time, you were blind
Unable to see that I cared for you
Showing that I was sincerely kind
You turned away, and this saddens me
You thought it was not really true
That I could write these poems for you
No longer can I say how I truly feel
But I can try to anyway to show
My innermost feelings that glow
Even though you may not like me
Or even if you really do
I still want to say, that I still like you

Good And Evil

Who is to say what is truly evil?
None can say what is purely good
Perhaps soon we will change our mood
About whether or not we should kill

For is it wrong for a hungry man to steal
In order to feed his impoverished family?
Try to answer the questions of philosophy
That many a man pondered eating a meal

For none can define in truthful terminology
What the ideas of good and evil truly mean
Maybe the Forces above, try to intervene
Trying to keep the ordered balance of equality

The powers of evil and good often oppose
Yet many say they work in perfect harmony
Who knows what truly maybe the reality
But all in all, one power, one day, may lose

Mastery

The student is the master
Who watches in the window
Trying to avert disaster
Seeing the lonely widow
Who cries for the deceased
Longing to be comfortingly held
The student feels the breeze
As he goes after to help the eld

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