Reflection

This is the first poem I wrote (unless you count first grade!), in tenth grade for an English assignment.  Surprisingly, it won a small place in an anthology book that I submitted it to.

The night that often lies in dark,
alight by not a single star.
Instead a warning, crescent doom,
shines down on the water in a silvery spoon.
The gentle ripples it causes to stir,
a glistening spark, a death-like lure.
Once silent and forgotten this frozen faced stare,
it comes yet again to bring all that it bears.
The radiant shimmer that dances as rain,
brings down soft spoken tones that add to the pain.
Of daybreaks and sunsets that long have been read,
the days are foreclosing, its time for an end.
Glorious, mystic, evil and true,
this all around beauty is that of the moon.




Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Weathered

This is a poem I wrote alllll the way back (okay, it's not actually that far to go) when I was in tenth grade.

Me is a complicated thing.  Sometimes it's as though it's cloudy; escalading through my soul in flowing folds of many layers.  Hard to peel back the sheets to take a peek at what's behind.  Difficult to connect.  Some days, I'm snowing.

Floating with gentle lightness about the day; not caring where I land or how long I stay there for.  Happy to just be and whiten life.  My wind comes with it; bending everything around me to be the way I like and with just the right measure.

Best to be careful when stormy weather is near.  My voice reeling with thunder as the lightening strikes all about; the fury of the storm raging inside my head.  Always up and down like the earth. Sunny times are ahead; everyone running out to take part of the fun.  Energy surges through me and I feel up to any challenge.

My rain is what I like best; running about in it and getting soaked to the bone.  Feeling free and unaffected by the world around me; moving to my own set beat.  It can change from fast to slow, slow to fast.  The constant rush I get as I explore something for the first time; invigorating.  In a way, I'm part of nature, changing every day to create a new experience.




Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

The only thing

The rainbow makes me cry,

when I see it in the sky.

Because a rainbow make the world look brand new,

It's the only thing it can do.

It rises on the line of a battlefield's morning,

lights the damaged houses from a mass flood warning.

Creeps onto the page of a bed time story,

healing all the lives in the past years' warring.

The rainbow makes me cry,

when it spreads across the sky.

Because a rainbow's the light of nature,

bringing hope when there is danger.

It summons all the trees to awaken slowly,

telling them the rain washed away their children.

Comes into the eyes of an abandoned kitten,

left out in the storm in an old worn mitten.

The rainbow makes me cry,

when it fades out of the sky.

Because the rain cleans the world of wrong things,

the rainbow says it's ending.

The rainbow makes me cry,

I tried to tell you why.

The wicked ends in violence,

then the lovely in the silence.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Generation Travesty (lyrics)

{Verse one}

They say paparazzi is the only news to watch for,

yeah, mtv's real great.

We don't know how to define the function of equations,

what do we need it for, anyway?

Cause' we're like an epizootic zoo,

headed for a catastrophic failure,

feeding off the hard-up sums of our parents' early days.

(Chorus)

So you think we're dumb?

You got no place to run?

The washed-out victims of a big decay?

No don't you pity us,

why not envision us,

with the money that you all threw away.

It was all about the tragedy which is nothing short of travesty.

It's always an emergency and now we're paying for your urgency.

{Verse two}

Bigger is better even when you cannot pay for,

the mixed messages they play.

I can't recall who caused the atom bomb explosion,

but since you were there..why..ask..me?

Cause' we're like an iron warship and we won't let no one in,

shooting down the free love the hippies worked so hard to win.

Neurotic, we can spell what you've been.

Global warning, the future you parade.

Kids, why can't you let us be.

Instead of living all your dreams, the red herring of population me.

(Chorus)

So you think we're dumb?

You got not place to run?

The washed-out victims of a big decay?

No don't you pity us,

why not envision us,

with the money that you all threw away.

It was all about the tragedy which is nothing short of travesty.

It's always an emergency and now we're paying for your urgency.

(Chorus repeat)

Instead of living all your dreams, the red herring of population me.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Silent beat

This heart will break for nothing more than a screaming seagull on the shore.

This heart won't even skip a beat when talk of death turns on my street.

I don't feel anything for the mourner,

all dressed in black and in the corner.

Wake me up, I feel the heartless beat.

Put me down, the soulless should not be free.

The moon howls while the dog soars proud,

backwards drifts a cry less sound.

Push me out, my emotion never is,

pull me in, alone I'll never win.

Take it all, remove my sin.

This heart untouched can never rush to be something they call complete.

This heart inside will find the time for tearing down this world of mine.

There is no sympathetic grace,

for saddened tales of loss and fate.

The moon howls while the dog soars proud.

I wear the frown that's upside down on the coldest day to wear a grin.

Take it all, remove my sin.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Rise up

The earth is shaken every day,

full of fear in every way.

Wondering, crying, searching for hope,

doubting, fighting, misery's woe.

Time stands still like a frightened doe,

everything seems so out of control.

Then, out of nowhere, a boy goes to console,

a woman, her children; alone in the cold.

All of a sudden the world's not so bold,

maybe there is a place for those all alone.

How, after all, can you condone,

a child who feels weakened,

before they are old.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Lincoln's going home (lyrics)

{Verse one}

Step off the scuffed up soap box,
turn down the t.v. scene.
You're not the only one who wants to be the brand new thing.

Forget these burned-out tantrums,
the fight of petty queens.
Absorb the disillusion; no one wants to hear you sing!

(Chorus)

Cause' there's no spotlight for the overrated,
the sold-out tickets won't be for your show.
People don't spend Lincoln to get cheated,
and baby, that is all you've ever known.

Now Lincoln's going home.

{Verse two}

Pack up the microphone and dry,
the watered eyes you had to buy (don't lie).
Alienated values keep you company,
created by the image drama brings.

Flowers dried out in your boudoir,
a museum for that dream.
Already floundering in your stardom,
such is an imaginary thing.

(Chorus)

Cause' there's no spotlight for the overrated,
the sold-out tickets won't be for your show.
People don't spend Lincoln to get cheated,
and baby, that is all you've ever known.

Now Lincoln's going home.

{Bridge}

Oh, the easier that you can make it is the less time that we'll have to fake it.
Charity only runs so deep for a two-faced cheat wearing pawned diamond rings.
Oh didn't you think we'd know...the only thing you can't steal is the show!

(Chorus)

Cause' there's no spotlight for the overrated,
the sold-out tickets won't be for your show.
People don't spend Lincoln to get cheated,
and baby, that is all you've ever known.

Baby that is all you've ever known,
now Lincoln's going home.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

Untitled

A crescent spark high in the sky,

is simply a fragment of the doom behind.

Behind dark layers of tranquil sleep,

stares a malice; so smooth, so sleek.

It laughs a bit with star-lit eyes,

at foolish lovers and passer-bys.

You see, they glance up to the night,

and think how lovely, it is, that shine.

It looks so humble, so meek and gay,

it's a joyous occasion to see such an array.

The moon just smile to herself,

up in her tower, away from all else.

She knows what power is beneath her shell,

fully exposed and she's suddenly hell.

So a full moon fearlessly waits,

underneath her covers for another day.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

In the stillness

Silence, freedom, time to just be.

Endearing, peaceful, resolution is the key.

It's not something we cherish or even confess,

But being alone is what we do best.

To be our true selves when no one is near,

To replay each message from friends whom are dear.

Thinking, wishing, hoping to be,

A person to admire, for people to see.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.

I would

If I could stroll inside that world,

a world that always snows,

and it's never cold.

If I could kiss the sun-swept trees,

and never care to go,

not at all controlled.

I would.

There's a beacon high, 

lights up the sky,

timbered leaves and cobbled streets,

that is where I wish to be.

If I could hold the world in my hands,

and be in a hand,

securely manned.

If I could thrill a child after,

something they can't seem to chapter,

and bring on laughter.

I would.

I would float in a clear faced globe,

shaken high, shaken low.

I'd take it all to say I'm home,

in a tiny little globe,

where everything is beautiful,

and no one feels alone.

Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.