Let There Be

Have you ever wondered what the first words ever spoken sound like?  Have you ever wondered why music can be found in nearly *everything* in nature?  Have you wondered why there are more non-Christian artists than "Christian?"  Have you wondered why there's even a separation between the two?

So have I.

So here ya go.  I haven't really wanted to fully explain all of my poetry like I usually do.  Maybe that's because Intro. to Lit. and Analytical Techniques delve so stupidly and unnecessarily deep into things that weren't intended to be delved in.

Anyway.  Newest poem.

First flash of light,

Songs of seduction,

Shouts of intense joy,

Cries of terrible lament,

The clash of bloody war,

The Harp of serene peace,

Saints' chorus in Eternity,

The damned singing their merry way to hell.

A bird searching for a mate,

The Great Canyon's Echo,

Euphoria's ringing high,

An ancient Bard's lay,

The crash of a dropped bass,

The largest mammal's hum,

The smallest creature's buzz,

An avalanche's roar,

Snowfall's quietest note,

The scream of life,

The sigh of Death,

Universe's first uttered words:

Let There Be...

Music.

The Intrigue of a Puddle

I was thinking about the transition of my life from where I was to where I've been on the short walk to music history this morning, and this poem resulted.  Take it at face value.

The Intrigue of a Puddle

It's odd the men who sometimes inspire, 

And today Springsteen comes to mind.

Reliving Glory Days and winding back time,

Ignoring decisions driving down to the wire.

Future career, struggles, and a ring,

But walking to class, a puddle calls.

Video games, for the first, numb grade's sting,

Responsibility stumbles; good health stalls.

Am I young or a decrepit old man,

Rushed through my prime years of life?

A constant fight for Purpose and Meaning,

But wondering if larger letters even matter.

No five-line message in this mess,

What you see is what you get.

What little sleep comes fraught with nightmares,

A mirror darkly reflecting mind and soul.

Come drown with Bruce and me,

Forget the toll of Death's bell.