Mosqui's Daily Dose

[Mosqui]

So I've belonged to this guild for quite a while now, but I'm sure none of you know me. I really haven't posted here much... if ever. I thought it was about time to change that. I've wanted to get back into poetry for a while, so I though I'd try to start making regular posts here.

Two things I'd like you to keep in mind before you read on:
1) I haven't written any poetry for a while; I'm rusty.
2) I have a thing with free-verse poetry- I think it allows me to express myself better, so don't be expecting things to have a defined rhyme scheme or any sort of meter.

Anyway, here it is!

The Rains of Change
Thunder rumbles
And the rain comes hard and swift
Washing away everything, and leaving it new
For me everything’s new
I’m happier this way
Not hating everything in my life
Lightening crumbles the foundations
Allows me to build anew
I don’t know why so many hate the darkening sky
Calling it “gloomy”
To me rain is peace
It makes me happier than most things in life
It reminds me that I’m not alone
Each raindrop a kindred soul
Its life may be short, and some may be destroyers
But most are bringers of life
Rain always renews
Always cleanses
Always  

[Mosqui]

Circumspect Minuet
Step, step, turn
I look around seeing two tracts
One familiar ground
The other unexplored territory
And both hold allure
Spin, spin, step
The familiar may no longer be mine to explore
And that which is unexplored
May never be open to me at all
Turn, spin, step
Performing a circumspect minuet
Just me and my shadow  

[Patron with a Mission]

I love them both. Keep it up. 3nodding  

[Mosqui]

Thanks! biggrin

I'll try posting another tonight.  

[Mosqui]

Unbridled Sortie
Marionettes dance on their strings
Reflecting only on the past
Suspicious phrases that flit like shades
Taking refuge in their corrupted domicile
Subverting whomever possible
And raising the rallying flag

It’s sad really
Looking back on what was
Hard to see what is
Like looking at a beautiful tree
Only to see rotting fruit

And the change never comes
To this ever darkening place
For the puppets dangle strings of their own
And put on a show for themselves
But when the puppets are running the show
Who are the actors in the play?  

[Mosqui]

To the Rescue
How I long for that which I cannot be
Trying e’re to change
Jump into a phone booth
Or slip into some dark alley
And emerge with a shroud

A sharp cry is the only summons I need
Be a pillar for those in need
And yet my kind exist only in fiction
Certainly there are close approximations
But there are none true

I was born with no special gift
And so I can only long for it
I know the isolation that would come
As a piece of my gift
But I would willingly accept
If only to be able to save

Not for the fame
Not for the admiration
But because of my love  

[Mosqui]

Delicate Melody
A steady beat in my chest
Boom boom boom
As a bow is drawn across my soul
With a melodious
Vree vree vree
And the neurons in my brain
With every shooting impulse say
Snap click pop
As my feet scuff the ground
Like a man on a snare
Thmp thmp thumpity
All are in synch
With a delicate melody
And the songs I wish to play
Are already composed for me  

[Mosqui]

Disconsolate
Sometimes the plug gets a little small
To stop the suck of the void
And I can see a little whirlpool
Inside me
Quite like when you’re letting water
Out of the tub

It’s hard to find
Solace
Comfort
Consolation
When the plug’s pulled from the drain

And sometimes I let the dark moods
Just consume me
Mostly when I’m alone
Don’t want to drag others down too
You know
I just feel drained

And it’s hard to feel
Amenity
Cheer
Contentment
When you’re stuck in the same place

I wonder what I’m doing wrong
Know only I can change it
Solve the problems
That are my own creation
But it’s easier said than done
As the cliché saying goes

But it’s hard to see
Achievement
Advancement
Ascendancy
When you’re trying over-hard to breathe

But just like any human
I can reason
And I can fix the plug
To fit the drain
I know that finding serenity
Is the first step to finding hope  

[Mosqui]

My Apartment
Two flights of stairs I climb
To get to my door
But on my way there
This is what I find

A dog barking
The floor below the entryway
And an open door to my right
Where two middle easterners
Who really like to cook
Fill the air with their aromatic food

If I walk to the end of the building
And go back down a flight
I hear a dryer rumbling
With clothes
Only costs a dollar fifty

Now I climb the two flights
Back up to my floor
And see some omni-present bottles
Of Culligan water for a water cooler

I always want to take one
Because what good are they doing
In the muggy hallway
In front of room 1209

And then there’s another door
Across from that room
Where sometimes I see a woman my age
Emerge with her yippy
Ugly dog
Which sometimes I only hear but not see

Then I walk to my room
And open the door
Usually finding my roommate
Either speaking gibberish
Or talking to his girlfriend

I walk to the left of the open door
And sit at my computer which faces the wall
That separates us from the hall
And it’s not perfect, but I’m home  

[Mosqui]

Grandmas House
Thin beams of light
Trickle from between finger of green
While a mass of brown bodies
Are pressed together in secrecy
And between them a flicker of red

A soft melody
Can be heard
Being whistled
And drifting through the air
To two pointed ears

A faint whiff of something
Of comestibles
Drifts with the tune
And a lean body
Tenses for flight

Then suddenly
Four legs pad silently but swiftly
Across the ground
To a small cottage
From which smoke wafts

A wet nose
Nudges open an oak door
Leading into the house
And a cough can be heard
From a back room

The furry body
Flits amongst the shadows
To the back room
And brings quick death
To the ailing convalescent

The creature
Grins an animalistic grin
And wriggles into the remaining clothes
Pulling the nightcap to conceal its face
And waits  

[Mosqui]

Despondent
Deep, soft brown eyes
Long, satiny brunette hair
A somewhat over-large but cute nose
Yielding beautiful pink lips
And a smile to light the world
It’s something I had all of
And that I lost through my own accord
And ever since
I’ve felt helpless
Worthless
Alone  

[Mosqui]

Restless
Sitting around
Just a bundle of energy
With no where to go
Except to my head

And I look around
For something to do
And find nothing
But a book

Don’t want to read
So I look around
And ponder my life
As my body revolts

It calls me to action
But I can’t think
Of anything to do
But to sit

And all is white noise
And the world
Turns black and white
And my body quivers

So I sit
And I think
Left to my imaginings
Completely restless  

[Mosqui]

Coup D'état
The king sits on his thrown
Grinning snidely
As his soldiers
Or as he sees, peons
Make the ground run crimson

But there is something
Which the mighty patriarch
Is completely unaware
A shadow
He though a trusted pawn

A rat
Which runs through his corridors
Empty as they are
Now that he’s sent his muscle
Out to kill for him

And as he impatiently sits
Waiting for his messenger
He doesn’t hear the knife
Being drawn from its sheath
And drawn across his throat  

[Mosqui]

Peaceful Pastimes
Sitting and gazing at giants
Made of soft green
And rough brown
Sentinels standing their long watch
They bask in warmth
As the sun breaks between the clouds
Sending narrow beams of light
Careening across the landscape
Somewhere in the distance
Rock can be heard trickling
And dripping
And smoothing the surface of stones
While the birds sing their hellos
And gracefully touch the sky
Lush grasses
Grow in clumps across the earth
While vines crawl their way
Up trees and across dirt
And bushes flower
And fruit
And the rocks
Well
They do their part too  

[Mosqui]

Wow, I've been posting a poem every day for what, the past 11 days? And I almost forgot to post one tonight. Not that anybody reads them, but still. Sometimes I think myself a bit slow.

Trapped (In a Jell-o Mold)
Actions seem to come so slowly
And it’s so hard to make effort towards them
I just want to sit
And suffocate on life

Every time I get ambition
It simply washes down the drain
I feel stuck and weary
And every movement seems to require
Tremendous effort

So many things I want to change
So many things in life
But my limbs and ambition
Feel leaden and weak