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david_speer
Saved by Christ's unconditional love. Punk/Alt rock hipster wannabe. Let's drink tea and listen to records.
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Overcast

Spiraling down

Heart fluttering in time and space

Head in the clouds

Soul wanders around leaving no trace

I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain

It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed

Love dances with death

No unity in fading away

I feel your every breath

One the same I wish that you would stay

I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain

It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed

Now you are gone

Wind graced dandelion seed

Clouds sing a mellow song

In memoriam now the stars you heed

I'm so amazed at the patterns of rain

It pours and lets the vagabond be tamed

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

Soma

Down and down let it hit the system

Feel ethereal and jubilant

Bow to the technological progression

Condition and always obey

Play your perfect role in life

No need for god or spirituality

Synthetically bred inside tubes and chambers

Perfection in a uniform order

All pieces of the puzzle fit

There is no freedom in individuality

Down a pill

Let the opiates fill the void

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

On Cadavers and Corpses

I was able to wash the blood from my clothes

But I couldn't scrub it off my hands

Got the call when I was 19 years old

They sent me off to a distant land

And I saluted death firsthand

Witnessed her great power

Became the judge, jury, and executioner

Committing atrocities by the hour

Who am I to take a man's life?

Were my actions really just?

I witnessed haunting scenes

Once the living, now returned to dust

I made it back from hell on earth

Family was so glad to see me

The visions I saw everyday

Have set my inner demons free

There are no true victors in war

My soul is now a slave

Death herself thrives on bloodlust

On cadavers and corpses greed is paved

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

Bitter Clarity

Born naive to this cold life

I've seen pain and jubilee

Found grace when I'm on my knees

Life's spiraling into inferno

Where do I go from here

Too weak to disappear

When your world crashes down

And when there's no one else around

The mind is a deadly weapon

Overshadowing hope

When your world crashes down

When love is what you have found

Maybe things will be alright after all

Sleepless nights from my fears

Anxiety is what defines me

No vision of serenity

Self worth is at an all time low

I've never felt so alone

Not worthy of a home

When your world crashes down

And when there's no one else around

The mind is a deadly weapon

Overshadowing hope

When your world crashes down

When love is what you have found

Maybe things will be alright after all

Open up my lungs

Close my eyes

Let my mind rest

And may my fears repine

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

The Songbird on the Tombstone

When the fog dies down is there tranquility beyond this cemetery?

Will there be a clear valley with a set destination?

A place of jubilee and peace?

For my hands are scarlet though I am as innocent as a child,

But my heart bears the burden of an unjustified guilt.

Stranded with no end in sight,

I reflect upon the agony of my kind.

Locked in this cemetery with one empty grave left,

The dead flowers cheer for my demise.

Yet a lonely songbird sings a sad tune perched upon the newest tombstone.

Maybe we are one in the same.

I watch him fly into the foggy abyss,

Braving the chains of isolation.

I dream of strength to overcome this pain.

My grief confines me in this cemetery.

And fear of tomorrow cripples my hope.

But it is what lies in the unknown that will bring new life into these weathered bones.

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

December Lilies

That day that crushed our kin.

Is it punishment for the faithful or the ones in sin?

I see the burden bear down the bones,

Multiple calls on our telephones.

Help offered, but where are answers?

It didn't hit me until I held the one I look up to the most in my arms.

For once I ran to when I wept,

And now I had to return the favor.

No tears from me but feelings of sorrow.

Crushing anxiety and regret.

"Why did you do this to them? Why must they burn and I be free?"

I regret not being a better brother

I regret not being a better son

I regret living life so selfishly

Caught up in my own world.

If that day comes when they leave this pain,

If I carry their caskets through blistering rain,

If they are buried beneath black and white

If their tombstones reflect the grace of the night

I swear they won't fade to grey

Uncertainty plagues my heart

As this bitter world has plagued theirs,

But I see beauty in dark places,

Joy in the negative spaces,

There's is victory and defeat no matter the outcome.

The past is burned in our flesh but I swear the sun will heal tomorrow.

I swear they won't fade to grey

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

We Lower Her Casket

From the mountains flow forth the thickest of blood.

Somber skies glare at the remnants of shattered beauty.

"Betrayal!" cries the earthly mother.

For in ashes she slowly deteriorates.

Left with a dark future where can we find serenity?

Our visible certainty has been drained by our carelessness.

Where creatures once roamed is now a kingdom of soot.

A once green world now plagued by bones and rot.

Picture perfect beauty damned by the hands of humanity.

There's no turning back.

We have built her coffin.

And we await for our own desecration.

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

just fine

no greater noose than

the one that grips my heart.

spirit so weary,

i am lost in my own mind.

connect the dots to find the flaw.

concealing debts behind pure eyes.

my world collapses, but only i see.

an answer seems out of reach.

pushed to the edge of my limitations.

bound by guilt and self-hatred.

what does the future hold?

blinded by my own anxiety.

"lust for the darkness!"

"there is no hope!"

"what god would love you?"

"we are all living to die!"

can i hide behind a "just fine"

or do my eyes give way to blood?

is there anybody out there

who bleeds as much as me?

peace is in my sleep

as i dream of a greater tomorrow

and when i start the day

i drag my shattered soul out of woeful pits.

maybe things are getting better

or maybe it's wishful thinking.

maybe it's for a greater meaning

or maybe i am being punished.

in solitude i gain tranquility,

in nature i find meaning,

in prayers i find hope,

and on paper i give my heart.

it takes baby steps to get better

and i am now standing up.

dark skies lie ahead until death

but this fire within gives guidance.

-d.s.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

Burnt Soapbox

Throne of woe,

Light that contorts me,

Certainty in fear,

Pre-planned destiny,

The sheep follow the leader,

Off the cliff into oblivion,

This wool I have grown over time,

Bears weight that I am no greater than no one,

No evidence, no truth

Children brainwashed relentlessly,

Fear of death and damnation,

Blinded by ego; refusal to see,

Flower of life bloomed yesterday,

And now holds on to single petal,

A life spent degrading differentials,

This pot no blacker than the kettle,

Use your ideology for bludgeoning,

To build your empire and throne,

But insecure and fearful you are,

Feral wolf with no true home,

Weak and broken I am,

And so are you,

Take your wolf and sacrifice,

So peace in solidarity can brew

-D.S.

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david_speer in Poetry & Free Verse

Roses Without Thorns

Is this supposed to be a club or a safe haven for me?

I'm weary from all of my transgressions; all I long for is to see.

But all I see are these wolves beneath sheep skin

Trying to glorify their selfish hearts under deceitful grins.

In their eyes my soul is nothing to dust

For I am willing to acknowledge my shameful heart as it rusts.

Elitism and hypocrisy, oh my heart aches,

For I once walked in those shoes until I witnessed my reality break.

Is this what heaven will look like? I pray not,

For I would rather be damned alone then let a dim light shine on rot.

Am I the only broken soul here that can bleed?

Or to fault and imperfection do the followers refuse to heed?

Woe to the man who looks for roses without thorns

For even the self-proclaimed angels can bear horns.

I can't do this alone for I am depraved.

Only in my humiliation can grace be truly paved.

-D.S.