mirage

a glance in your direction, quickly averted eyes,
recognition of what's hidden, may be my demise.

the fruit of fitfull hope lie here and there and nigh:
scattered all about me-half-hidden truths or subtle lies?
questions without answer lie like loose debris.
whenever i try to get somewhere, they just keep tripping me.

that jolt of hope within me, that flutter of the heart,
has died down just a little, now that we are far apart.

what brought us together, was it fate or destiny?
but when it comes down to philosophy
we really have no clue:
the best we can say is what happens, happens,
and does as it will do.

perhaps someday, i believe, that we will meet anew,
so i'm waiting for something to happen,
but i dont know what to do.
black and white has smudged into a grey before my eyes,
and scattered all about me are truths or maybe lies.

I like how you keep the rhyme scheme fairly consistent and your thirteen syllabic couplet at the beginning reads well with the caesura and enjambment. From there you get a little abstract but you temper it with rhyme and varied punctuation. I especially like the fourth stanza. The erratic lengths of the lines really do reflect the "no clue", "what happens, happens", and "does as it will do." There's so much more here (like "died down a little" represented with a mere two-line long stanza cut "apart") but there's no need to write an essay on it, seeing as I am during a curl workout at the same time. Nice work. I myself am quite mediocre at poetry; I prefer novel-length work. Last note: nice pun on mirage and "mi rage" (my rage):)

Every moment, an endless place
shadows glide across my face
Words cannot find, none found
This sadness, blindness profound

All that is inside wants to hide
Express myself, death to pride
Never to be, like it was before.
Life, it's the unfound door

Proximity is fear terrible cold
A curse, savage, thousand fold
Ever I say, Let me fall away
Each night, to forget today

Years wept with memories trance
Anger reclaimed in its stance
And hope with a silent sigh
Sailed on ocean waves of goodbye

Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt? Ubi nunc?

There is wisdom so very cold and raw
That even a thousand summers cannot thaw.
Heaven has riddled me, with knowing defeat,
of an occurrence that no magic can retreat.

Mornings have me awake, the night goes fast.
Hard to sleep with eyes aghast.
Time cannot erase what I have to confide,
The fight was easier when I didn't choose a side.

Sad memories want to bad wishes cleave.
Granted, they give weak and shallow reprieve.
Greater, I am now, than they who clown.
Not my misery, it's their bottle they drown.

With no ethics, and no remorse,
I fear this world of shameless discourse.
Blame the other, rulers without ruling hand.
Dust begets dust, and I have no place to stand.

Exist and resist are nearly twain
One man's joy is another man's pain
They said, "Take what is given, and return the favor."
Yet, I see little returned and much they savor.

Why make commitments that others do not share?
Why even try, when others do not care?
They speak with voids and chasms without end.
Beyond those oceans and shores will I wend.

Such melancholy is a price to be paid; yet, I'm no longer blind.
And in that process, what happiness will I leave behind?
The hour is late, yet I always knew
I've seen this all in my dreams through and through.

With the years left, where do I go?
What will happen? Would it be worth to know?
Yet, you will be there; I have seen you all.
Each a witness to history's rise and fall.

Not with power, not with gun, not with face
Can we record all that went in our place?
I have only the words that follow in my mind
Of those who came before saying, "Don't be left behind."

A dawn dreaming in darkness despair
Found fleeing in freezing flair

This riddle written so rapidly run
Yet sightless shadows stole the sun

Three times the twisted tessellation
sum of sorrow's sad separation

Equals evermore the eternal excess
of forsaken feelings finesse

Outlander

From what deep dreams did I wake?
Over oceans had we sailed with no break;
Cast into unknown, held in jail;
A journey before me, I could not fail.

When the guards left me nearly naked and sore,
gaze did I upon rugged mountains and black glass shore.
False gods in lofty towers could not be
immortals any longer - their power transitory.

The ash canyons and the foggy den
wrought with dead science within
stood as reminders of war's endless scar
The lost memories, the legends bizarre

With time, few that crossed my blade would survive
My freedom grew, feign anonymity left me alive.
Yet I had to choose, I had to belong;
many were choices wise and choices wrong.

Quests had me judge people and lives foursquare
betrayers, paladins, and lord of the never there.
I swam in their drowned kingdoms and many a rusty tomb.
Yet I undid puzzles and fled past worlds of doom.

Dark wizards held prisoner the secrets of old
Alone they wept, yet their greed grew cold
Eons they spent to undo death with a cure
To Steal Oblivion's sun and riddles endure.

I made my way through dark isles of horripilation
I spoke no words, I slew wordless trepidation
My spirit blazed with praise and conquered dread
The prophecy made true, the false three fled.

The cursed house spread madness wind and gale
bought men's thoughts with zombie tokens and thoughts derail
The lazuline queen led me to the corrupted heart
with banished blades and shield I made it smart.

Triumphant short, I crossed cold water in June
toward a land cast in ice and Hunter's moon.
Fair and rare were the ladies who stood along the sea
May it that Hell had frozen, their cries undid me

Beast and sordid creature tried to follow my path
Yet I gained with likness to wolves, a terrible wrath.
The Hunter became the hunted, and when the mines ran dry
It was then I gave this forbidden land a howling good bye.

No sooner had I crept away from the past.
Than the greatest threat was left at last.
My coming was known, it was sounded in cheer,
But the Souless matriarch shed not a salty tear.

I waded through undiscovered realms,
Beneath tall statues among the elms.
There I cast her last wish, for all of time.
Not for starry night, not for Summer sublime.

Tick tock had the endless ages clocked
Mock and Rock, Alma had the way blocked.
So when the people ask me, "Who is it that you slew?"
Often my words, so very few, replied, "It's better you never knew."