Jacob Biehl Poems
|1.||The Defining Of All||5/13/2010|
|3.||A Brooms Sweep||5/18/2010|
|4.||The Ying-Yang Of Karma||5/19/2010|
|6.||Warriors Of Honor||8/27/2010|
|13.||Shun Before Begun||9/9/2010|
|14.||Rain And Ashes||9/9/2010|
|17.||Shot Me Down||10/5/2010|
|18.||Thats Of My Father,||10/5/2010|
|19.||Two Kinds Of Crashes, Many Kinds Of Wrecks||10/14/2010|
|23.||Monster I'Ve Become||3/8/2011|
|24.||Catch The Dancing Light||3/9/2011|
|25.||A Grimm Tale||10/17/2011|
|26.||It's Hiding In The Dark||10/17/2011|
|27.||By Morrow Night||11/7/2011|
|30.||Look In The Mirror||12/14/2011|
|31.||Check Yes Juliet||12/14/2011|
|32.||Tears Don'T Fall||12/14/2011|
Of Which No Child Should Know
I make my way through the snow,
of the way many went, but not yet come,
I made my way through that sticky snow,
upon which lies a sickly sight.
The bodies mangled, mauled, and dead,
it's a sight that mothers dread,
for when they know their child's dead.
they'll soon cry upon the heads,
the heads upon which mark the dead.
They're not to run in golden fields,
nor take joy in simple crafts,
will be upon hearts like shafts.
The sight of this scarred black land,
is one of which no child should know,
not the slopes slicked with blood, ...
How ironic is a man's ambition,
is when his only barrier, is his self,
ironic, is it not, when your asked to jump a hurdle and go through a hoop, when there is a motivation?
yet with no carrot, a mule wont labor, and without oats, a bull wont pull,
so ironic is it not when a man's ambition is stomped by what he thinks his pessimest mind knows?