Art, Life, Poetry

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.

Art, Poetry

Point of No Return

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

~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)

Art, Poetry

A Beautiful Dance


It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.

A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.

It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(Poem #10 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, prompted by the song Bones by MSMR posted by Hastywords on The Reverie. )

Life, Poetry

The Human Zoo

What’cha gonna do? What’cha gonna do? What’cha gonna do?

When they come for you!

To lock you up in the human zoo!

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?

We are locked in cages!

Stifled, chained and inside a box for ages!

What now? What now? What now?

Chickens hold tightly our chains!

We moan and cry, as we shower in the rain!

How’s this? How’s this? How’s this?

Slopping through the dark days!

Left alone and betrayed, what ever is left to say!

What the …? What the …? what the …?

Our lives incomplete and hopeless too!

We wake to find ourselves forever locked in a human zoo!

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(Poem #6 of 31, for #OctPoWriMo, just having some fun cause poetry doesn’t always have to be serious. Don’t let them catch you!)



Hot sand clings to my face
A scorching wind blows unceasingly
As dry as this forgotten land
Dusty and parched
Baked hard by the relentless sun
All green is now brown
No hope, no joy, no promises whispered
Of longed for relief
Overhead a sky of deep forever blue
Beyond the reaches of eternity
Endless dreary monotonous moments
Slowly float by hanging in the air
Void of life where nothing moves
In the arid barren wasteland
The desert seeming stretches forever
Left alone and forsaken I lay
The heat burns my blistered skin
The sun stares down mercilessly
Blinded by the orb’s brightness
My eyes remain tightly closed
From out of nothingness
Where life was once spoken
A single word of devotion
Like sweet honey on my lips
To just believe again grace wins
A melody whispered in my mind
Soothes that ache inside
A balm to my weary heart
As dry land soaks up refreshing rains
I teeter on the edge of eternity



~Mark Schutter ©2014

Doing double duty – Poem #3 for #OctPoWriMo  and a 31 line poem submission for the prompt this week on The Reverie.



Morning’s Silent Calm

Poem #1 for  #OctPoWriMo

Floating on the morning’s silent calm,
in the gentle moments before dawn.
A stillness creeps across the floor,
there are feelings I can no longer ignore.
As the new day emerges from the night,
in my heart I search for joy’s delight.
A new day of responsibility and obligation,
carrying a torch for future generations.
There are mountain peaks to ascend,  
and long-held desires that transcend .
Behind my closed eyes I behold adventure,
the promises of love’s true venture.
The sun’s beautiful flashing sparks,
soon will carve the cold dreary dark.
Soft colors of a flower’s petals run,
chasing the golden glow of the sun.
My heart forever beats in true abandon,
a dance with yours in time and tandem.
My eyes slowly open and sleep is erased,
and I smile as I stare into your peaceful face. 

~Mark Schutter ©2014

This poem was inspired by my beautiful wife and the following quote, “Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.” – Kahlil Gibran.  This is poem number 1 of 31 during October, where you are challenged to write a poem a day for October Poetry Writing Month.