The Canyon

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Montana.

the mountains watch from the edge of a journey
like religious statues waiting on
repeated praise and reminders from a lesser being

every morning it swallows us to an anxious path
through the shadows and silence
of its sometimes catastrophic, mesmerizing heaven

there’s no rescue because it’s only you amongst the intensity
held in a cold and suspenseful air
forcing you to face yourself, along with your failed intentions

the scenes repeat until they choose to reveal a destination
navigating between the footstools of entities
proceed with diligence until your arrival to a revelation

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Pet of Royalty

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what hangs in the air if the new age is combustion and lack of satisfaction?
everyone takes a piece of me, so i’m left with incoherent parts for the journey

Catastrophe is a normal part of life but did you forget
the times you used to be worshipped? brush shoulders
with royals. no matter how low you stoop, they still
hang prayers in the air; chandeliers in the atmosphere

a Pet of the higher kingdom chained in these polluted
mortal intersections crossing life with death. surprised
by reality—a lit face dimming of its expectations

did you forget?
it’s been a long journey.

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dead roses

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these roses are dead.
There’re more thorns on the floor than petals

Tell me the color of your dreams
violet, violets are blue
but what have these roses done to Us?

i think We are romanticizing this too much
i think you’re holding on to these roses too firmly
baby you got fucking blood on your hands!
There’s no more saving this—you’re not Jesus!
So why are there holes in your palms
Blood on your hands
Crosses behind your back
Prayers in the atmosphere
My knees on the floor, pleading

heart bleeding, turning this room red
i only wanted to taste this dream. Violets
everything YOU said. everything i promised myself.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

laying on my bed. clothes drenched, red
the sheets, too.
my soul is blue. my feelings. my mood.

Roses bleed red,
to hell with the violets
We shouldn’t have loved.

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Rain Parade

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Cloudy skies
The sun dies

Gentle orchestra on my window
I have fallen far below

The moist, the tears
The parade in my ears

Are we finally sober?
Or are we sobbing?

Sliding down the glass
I swear, this is my last

Until the sun has risen
To silence my siren

This rain will drop
Sorrow won’t stop.

@sircharlesthepoet

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How To Save a Life

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Save a life by remembering your blessings, your faults,
And the times you denied that you ever had any
You will then understand what you see

Leave your urges on the sidewalk
Go inside the space that you created
Then create space to draw on the wall

Cut the strings of restraint from your fingers
This is what you call freedom
We are not puppets; you, a puppeteer.

Next time you lift your arm, grab the edge of a cloud
Find the message of the souls lost too soon
Maybe they found the knowledge needed To Save A Life.

@sircharlesthepoet

Black Angel

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So you’ve fallen.
Your bones growing weak
Flesh vividly sick.

But moments ago, you were at the peak of the world
Dominating altitudes the common thought to be uncommon.
You used to rain pride
On the bruised will and spirit

You used to matter, my black Angel

So you’ve fallen.
All your glory has plunged
If failure was the liquid, you’d be the sponge

Your wings have exploded
Ashes of patches and pieces of memory
From a time when “god” was an understatement

Drink your regrets away, my black Angel.
Until this serum floods your conscience
Beliefs that you’re still at glory

All you’ve wanted was to leave a mark
On their soul; fill their hole
Until they feel your spark

But your glory is no more.
You possess nothing but memories

So you’ve fallen, my black Angel.

@sircharlesthepoet

Good Bye, Friend

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Everyone who I’ve felt strongly about—whether family, friends, romantic relationships, or something in between—have all left me with something, after we parted ways, that will follow me for a long time, if not the rest of my life. As for you, it’s a few things. It’s you consistently taking the time to express gratitude for something, anything—even if it doesn’t directly impact you. It’s your care for Earth and society, even as it crumbles around you. It’s your care for yourself, too. It’s your soft touch and your admirable passion and commitment. It’s you being present. The passion and attention you give to others. You’re raw too. It’s like mama Earth made you herself, so you’re not able to be anything except for raw, natural, and spiritual. Each time that I called you pretty or beautiful, that’s what I meant. Each time I pointed out the galaxies in your eyes, that’s what I saw.

But the thing about you that I’m sure will stay with me the longest is how you always took the time to appreciate the flowers on the edge of concrete—things that the average Joe and Mary walk by every day without noticing, probably. It’s not to say that you stop to smell the roses, but it’s more that you make sure to give the proper attention and acknowledgement to the flower that push through and grew from the concrete. That says a lot about you, and I look forward to practicing that in my own life. Thank you.

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Who Do You Look Up To?

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When I say I look up to you.
I don’t mean I aspire to be like you

When I say that I look up to you
I don’t mean I follow your path,

Hoping to fall in line.

When I say I look up to you
You may ask then, “what do you mean”

If not to be like that person?

When I say I look up to you
Why should I aspire to be anything, but perfect?

When I say I look up to you
You have to understand no human is perfect

So why strive to be like one?

When I say I look up to you
I mean growth.

Which equates to making my life mine,

When I say “I look up to you”
That equates to making your life mine

Just to get my life back,
And why, would I want that?

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want these characteristics.
I want your lessons that my path in life didn’t bother
Teaching

When I say I look up to you
I mean I want that wisdom.
I want your sermon that my religion didn’t bother
Preaching

Only God is perfect,
So towards He, I aim

So when I say I look up to you
Know I only want to get better as I progress
To you. Then through you.

When I say I look up to you
Know that your success is only a level

To which I want to arrive.
Of which I want to remember.

@sircharlesthepoet

Astray Beauty (Video)

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Hello all!

Please see the video for my recent poem, “Astray Beauty” above! The poem is reminding everyone that there is no such thing as, “knowing the exact path you are supposed to be on in life”. We are all lost. We all wake up to a day without having any ideas of what it has in store for us. But, in a way, that makes life a little beautiful. That makes you beautiful.

Thank you for watching!

@sircharlesthepoet

Astray Beauty

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You are one gorgeous person
Physically.
And you are just as beautiful
On the inside, too.

You’re just a little, “not straight” in the head
But, that’s okay.
I’m not too sure of my path in life
Either.
And that’s okay.

I guess
I can go ahead and say
Someone has to have a Dangerous level of pride
To stand up and claim:
“I know exactly what path I am to be on
In this life!”

The thing about life is
There is no “straight path” to follow.
They just put you in this life
With an infinite amount of paths to pursue
While, since the beginning of it,
Everything is, in a way, persuading you
To follow a path different from the other.

Which never made it easy to choose.

So, don’t be surprised.
You’re lost.
But so am I.
So is all of us.

There’s no way someone can claim
They’ve found themselves
In this vast Earth they’ve been littered into.
But I think that’s okay.

That’s what makes it beautiful,
In a way.
That’s what makes you beautiful.

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Just enjoy the process ❤

@sircharlesthepoet