Poet Posts

Poem 13

Thomas Marek — Sat, 24 Jul 2021 14:56:59 +0000

Here, the dawn
The eternal struggle
Reaching into all the planes of existence
From the lowest hells to the highest heavens

We try to control, maybe
Or to advance, sometimes
To master, something
To create, always

But we are caught off guard
By life's living nature
And I lapse from my creation
Into a period of contemplation

Yet for all the thinking, there is
The act of doing
That transcends the deepest thoughts within
For it is inspired by those thoughts

A life is perhaps a moment of inspiration
Stretched out to its maxima
To face the dawn of a new struggle
Conflict within and without those lucky living souls

Who have the privilege of being truly alive
Facing all the problems of life
Without succumbing to the deep dark negatives
That would swallow us all hole, if we let them.

Poem 12

Thomas Marek — Mon, 07 Jun 2021 18:29:48 +0000

Tonight, the sun will set
We will see the night return
Though all the darker spirits
Hide away during day and night likewise

We will meet with our friends and lovers
And tell them we miss them so
But we will never again remember
What inspired us to call them by their names

Tonight, we abandon all hope
Clinging instead to the inspiration and drive
Required to deal with the worst outcomes
That haunt our darkest days

The night returns for its pound of flesh
We wonder what happened to the one it belonged to
Where he or she was led astray, down what
Dark corners they met their end

Black as night, the cold reaches
For your throat and grasps
Burning off your nose and fingers
The cold returns tonight

But fret not, for all things will go with time
You are only here for a short while
While you are here you may see
The difference between the hottest days and coldest nights.

Poem 11

Thomas Marek — Mon, 07 Jun 2021 18:23:15 +0000

The ache of my bones
Mimics the groaning
Of a falling oak tree
Blown down by fierce winds

The air will carry us away
From otherwise-bleak prospects
To the dark night of the soul
Where we find the strangest secrets

Bound to the bedrock
Hidden away in the darkness
The gemstones linger until
Deft hands pluck them from the murk

Gemstones of great colors and shine
Are like the greatest inspirations of
A wandering man, seeking respite
From the long, rocky path of his life

To become something greater, and more
At peace with oneself
We find these gemstones
That atone for every misstep

For that is what is found in the deepest
Reaches of the soul:
The darkest creatures carry
The brightest lights.

Poem 10

Thomas Marek — Mon, 31 May 2021 21:00:27 +0000

Return with me
To the realm of your soul
Be it dark and damp or
Bright, warm, and dry

You are ever becoming
The product of your soul
Interfacing with existence
Through your brain and mind

Become your thoughts
And think well
The frequencies that
Will carry you along

To the best of places
Doing the greatest of tasks
You will become
The greatest of people

In the greatest of worlds
If you refine an art
To the point of mastery
And express everything

From the darkest depths
To the highest vistas
It all becomes a part
Of the world we live in

A world of generosity and kindness
Of cruelty and malice
Darkness and light
Covering the substance of life

Your art transforms
What was into what is
This world becomes
A newly-created form.

Poem 9

Thomas Marek — Mon, 31 May 2021 20:56:16 +0000

Let the energy flow
Through your veins and muscles
From your heart to your toes
Into the world we live in

Escape the binding of tears
Withdraw from the realm
Of the living strugglers
Into the heartland that will

Carry you home to the dream lands
Of vibrant images and beautiful scenes
Let your energy flow
Into the day and the night

Become the source of creation
Become the things you create
Become the energy that flows
Throughout your veins and the world

Overpower your own weakness
Until you submit to your own will
Becoming the product of discipline
To swallow the pain of living whole.

Poem 8

Thomas Marek — Tue, 25 May 2021 18:00:01 +0000

On the road
We pass through many lands
Offering convenience, food
And the comforts off the road

The asphalt shimmers
With the heat of the sun
Rising off the ground

We travel by car
Across many a road
Making our way
From destination to destination

The roads are like
The veins of civilization
And we are the lifeblood
Carrying information from

Places far and wide
Across long distances
Far from home
Or just next door.

Poem 7

Thomas Marek — Tue, 25 May 2021 17:09:00 +0000

There are no ideas left
In the world
To explore
That have not

Been explored before
Yet I feel
Novelty every time
I find something

That's new to me
And fills my heart
With fleeting joys
Until I discover

Something else
To occupy
My free time
With joy and purpose

With all the fulfillment
Of a world full
Of meaningful ideas.

Poem 6

Thomas Marek — Mon, 24 May 2021 21:15:59 +0000

Here is the beginning
Thus come manifold labors
The toils of the mind

To create, always to create
The best representation
Of the whole universe

Or even something seperate
Something unheard-of
Unmade, unthought-of, unwritten

The world evolves as it is created
Cycles within cycles
Acyclic occurences

Determinism, absurdism, nihilism
The world is born
Of many facets

We create it every moment
And ourselves are reborn
In the fresh light
Of a new day.

Poem 5

Thomas Marek — Mon, 24 May 2021 20:01:42 +0000

A golden rose
Blooms once in a lifetime
Yet its flowers are forever

It smells of love and passion
Glistening with dew
Shimmering in the light

A golden rose
Is an eternal delight
For a single day

Some live for it
Some dislike it
Some were born for it

A golden rose
Is the light of life
Shining bright on our lives.

Poem 4

Thomas Marek — Mon, 24 May 2021 19:32:08 +0000

The bitter, acidic tang of the coffee
Hits my mouth, mingling with
The sweetness of the sugar I put in it
I sip moderately, and drink deeply

Of the cup of life, filled with
Strong coffee, cream, and sugar
With bittersweet notes displaying
The bittersweet labors of the producers

Fully encapsulated in the flavor
The flavor is the nectar of life
With notes of the beneficence
Of an existence marked by toils

I wonder who they had in mind
When they grew the coffee
And a seperate team
Refined the sugar

I wonder who this world is for
Is it us, or those who come
After us, those with palates ready
To taste the finest coffee?