Forgotten

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

 

 

You Are My Only

You are light and grace
Shining in my blackest night
You are light and grace
You are hope and mercy
When my night fades to dark
You are my hope and mercy
You are endless love
Forgiving my darkest parts
You are endless love
You are joy and peace
When my fears shadow my faith
You are joy and peace
You are my only
The only way, truth and light
You are my only

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Poem 19 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo. I hope these words capture my state of being today and I pray they express a profound sense of hope that can only be found in one place. God bless! ~M
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A Hidden Identity

Hidden IdentityPoem 18 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, based on the prompt of black out or found poetry posted on the OctPoWriMo 2014 website.  I took a picture of a page in one of my favorite books uploaded to PicMonkey and then started choosing words and editing the image.  Above is what I came up with, not sure it makes much sense but it was an interesting endeavor and the first time I have done this. ~M

I Lay Down My Many Burdens

Drained to my very inner core,
right through to the marrow of my bones.
Hiding behind the misinterpreted,
under the cover of the forced smiles.
The spirit is always fickle at best,
caught in the undercurrents swirl.
A single act or glance is all it takes,
to infect the blessed bloody whole.
A solitary lonely sparrow fly’s so high,
against a backdrop of endless blue.
The ancient songs are still sung,
while lives are forever lost for a lack.
From the womb screaming we came,
the only time without a care or stain.
The ritual of life is endless monotony,
we are destined to dance forever more.
Round and round like spinning tops,
searching for a more holistic approach.
We have drunk the kool-aid once more,
the sweet nectar of the false infinite.
Is it time for a long quiet hibernation,
as now I lay down my many burdens.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

This was written in a free-write frenzy following a long 4 days of a training event that I and my staff organized for over 150 employees.  Not sure where I was going with this other than dealing with the enormity of the life experience and I am very tired even as I write these words.  This is poem 17 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo, and a submission to the prompt supplied by The Reverie Journal to use the words above in italicized maroon, a wordle poem if you will.

She Sings

She Sings

Setting sun crystals
Flowing over today’s pain
Rest in the twilight

Moments slip away
Carried upon angels wings
Love covers the hurt

Showering soft grace
Visions dance in mysteries
Listen as she sings

~Mark Schutter ©2014
Poem 16 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo

Point of No Return

sins
evil
repeated
fallen stumbles
seeking repentance
carrying burdens forever
through a life of squandered unfulfilled dreams
reaching the razors tipping point of no return
forgiveness is sought at the King’s glorious hand
the journey is long and narrow
laying down burdens
standing upright
gracefully
mercy
love

~Mark Schutter ©2014

Image by Morgan Dragonwillow


(Poem #15 of 31 for October Poetry Writing Month, #OctPoWriMo.  Inspired loosely on the prompt of ‘halfway’ from the OctPoWriMo 2014 website and the result of free writing.  It is also my first attempt at writing in the style of Diatelle which is similar to the ethere style. Have a beautiful day! ~M)