Wake the Beast

We tiptoe quietly around afraid to wake the beast.
He lies quietly sleeping, dozing fitfully his power unreleased.
Carefully hidden deep within the dark hearts of men.
Lies the anointing, the legacy, the dormant strength within.
Stand tall.
Stand straight.
Be bold, be courageous.
In moments before us we quietly shrink,
in unacknowledged fear.

When the path quietly lays before us ever so clear.
Silently we slink around the throne of our hearts.
Forgotten from whence the power comes,
actors playing our parts.
Moments may define us for a lifetime,
we are left with nothing to fight.
From deep inside out of eternity passed,
shines a brilliant white light.
We quietly fear the unrestrained strength,
the powerful emotions, the uncontrolled lust.
For quietly deep inside the small dark place in our hearts,
is where the beast resides in each of us.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

wpid-image_13.jpgThis is poem is my submission this week to The Reverie Journal based on the prompt of a “Quiet Journey”, in which I came up with the last line first and then went back and wrote the rest using the word ‘quietly’ repeatedly.  In addition this is poem number 23 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.  Thanks for reading! ~M

Yellow Brilliance



Around the bend, on a narrow road.

Comes the end, of all we have known

The colors glow, in the autumn twilight.

The brilliant yellows, pierce the night.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Poem 22 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo. A rainy gray day in the Pacific Northwest has me thinking of sunshine, warmth and color. Let your light shine! ~M

Poetic Duets


Poetic Duets, a great opportunity via Hastywords and The Reverie. Feel the fear and do it anyway, I did and it is a great way to expand your horizons and have some fun!

Originally posted on The Reverie:

We wanted to share an awesome opportunity with all of our poets to try something new!


Don’t be frightened.

New is good.

And in this case, the “new” comes from one of our editors, and it’s far from new to her. Hastywords has become the Queen of poetic duets.

What’s a poetic duet?

According to Hasty:

Two people create one poem.  There are no real rules except it is a collaborative process.  Typically, one person starts and another continues and so on until both parties feel it is complete.  Neither person knows the tone, the pace, nor the story until it is done.  It is really quite beautiful.

So if you’d like to take advantage of an opportunity to write with one of our editors, pop on over to Hasty’s poetic duet’s page and check it out. Drop her a line. Create something amazing!

Here’s the first poetic…

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It Don’t Matter


What I say
What I do
Who I am
Who I may be
It don’t matter to you

What you say
What you do
Who you are
Who you may be
It don’t matter to me

We are each unique
Not quite the same
A beautiful tapestry
Of joy and pain

You be you
I’ll be me
We won’t mind
And let’s just all be free

~Mark Schutter ©2014

A whimsical poem for number 21 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.  Into the home stretch now! Smile!

Do You Color Outside the Lines?

An artist is...In the beginning the lines we draw around our lives serve to define and differentiate us, and then over time they come to limit and isolate us. To experience the relationships we were meant to experience with God or other human beings we must hug those lines and even be willing to cross over and color outside those very same lines.
We often draw lines in our lives, setting boundaries all in the name of trying to keep ourselves from being hurt. In the end they keep us from experiencing all that life as to offer.  Free will allows us to be the artist of our lives and to create a life’s work that is uniquely us.  We only reach that place of breakthrough when we move past what is comfortable, what is known, what is expected and into the absurd.  We must allow the colors to run, to mingle and mix with the colors of others creating new hues and shades.
The community, the life we yearn for is only found in the anxiety of mystery.  We must choose to walk into the darkness of our hearts, search the undiscovered and shine a light into the dark corners revealing the beauty of color that resides there.  And by the grace of God find our true purpose to be a blessing of ripples impacting the lives of others.    ~M ©2014
To know one life


reaching out, desperate
surrounded but feeling left out
again alone and cold
into the shadows
begins the drift

my strength, forgotten
like a faded pair of blue jeans
waded up and tossed
into a corner
on the floor

walking away, forsaken
thinking no one can really see
slipping and falling down
dark tortured abyss
into my mind

lonely days, hopeless
chained locked up and caged
the bars and walls
easily built around
my bleeding heart

~Mark Schutter ©2014wpid-image_14.jpg

Poem #20 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month or #OctPoWriMo.  The prompt from the OctPoWriMo 2014 website was to write about forgetting something or being late and the stress and anxiety of that.  This is what I was able to come up with.  Not really about being late or forgetting something but the pain of being forgotten.  ~M