Nick Kasparie

I dare not say her name for fear that I'll
Become consumed by long forsaken woes,
Though maybe I've been happy for a while,
It has been years since last this dread arose.
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Eyes of gold will seek what troubles the meek
Those in the valley aspire to the peak
It’s hard to get there with these weights on my feet
I’ve been running forever on this hopeless street
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The Sword That's Sheathed

I am not one who walks through desert storms
I am no hero searching for the truth
I walk down paths with those who misinformed
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Kelsey…Kelsey, my heart seems to say
In the dead of the night
Or the brightness of day
Kelsey…Kelsey, the beat never stops
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Life’s cage is true belligerence
And ignorance, its Lock
The young die bold
The old die cold
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To hurry passion is a fault, unwise
To wait too long has led to my demise
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In one long note, the song is sung. The hopeful dirge has now begun.
What started with a coward’s cry continues with an honest lie

Would arrows shot in parallel bring forth an end to actions fell
The first struck hard into the lamb, and soon the second’s sure to land
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Relief to know these things that grow,
Unconscious worries that come and go,
Will soon subside and fear abide
To rules they’ve made about suicide
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The flower planted long ago
Has reached its bitter end
No longer is it beautiful
It’s withered now and gone
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Impatience with a body ever slumping and resisting
That emotion of a moving, never-ceasing human being
In the energetic body of a person caffeinated
While this sluggish couch potato on his journeys fabricated
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I didn’t know then and I can’t say that now,
I know all the ins and the outs or the how,
But I’m living and learning while still missing you,
And it seems pretty clear that you’re missing me too.
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At the house on the hill where the evergreens grew,
By the lake where we fished when our love was still new,
We had talked; we had walked to the end of the roads
We had pride in our stride and made high all our lows
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What thought, belief, of what I’ve dreamed is naught
It’s naught but that which I have dreamed before
Though months have passed since last I ever thought
I would go back, back by the tidal bore
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I had a dream of fear and doubt,
With death around the corner
My hands were tied, my shackled feet
Were heavy with despair
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It beckons us all
It creates a place inside our hearts
That burns within, a beacon
Spanning miles of stormy seas
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The melancholy disarray
That grows inside my head each day
Is caused by one consummate girl
Who brightens my entire world
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The sun may set as I decay
Into a place of disarray
Where everywhere I see a pair
Of lovers who've caused me despair,
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If I have ever loved at all
Well, I guess I must then say
It's not the sex or kisses that
Make love, or anyway
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I tried to write a poem. I truly did you see
It’s quite a thing to do, especially if you’re me
I figured you’d want big words, perhaps a rhyme or two
Words don’t come that easy, unless of course you’re Pooh
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Far be it from me
In the shadow of lions,
A poor little mouse,
In a house meant for giants
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