Poetic Journeys by Grayson J. Stedman Jr

Poetic
Journeys

A compilation of poems
by
Grayson J. Stedman jr.
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Table of Contents
Poetic Journey ................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 4
Birth of an Artist ................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 5
Abduction .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 6
Fresh Start ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 7
Thanks Giving .................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 8
Growth of a Star .................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 9
Bats... ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 10
The Exam ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 11
Untitled ............................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 12
Confused Clarity .......................................................................................................................................................................................................... 13
Predator & Prey ........................................................................................................................................................................................................... 14
Eclipse .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 15
I Write .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 16
If .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 17
Shipwrecked.................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 18
Marooned........................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 19
Free .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 20
Love of a Poet...................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 21
Mother’s Day ................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 22
Searching for Inspiration ........................................................................................................................................................................................ 23
Gazing On Beauty ........................................................................................................................................................................................................ 24
Valentine ......................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 25
True Love ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 26
The Girl Next Door ..................................................................................................................................................................................................... 27
Quest ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 28
My Heart’s Key ............................................................................................................................................................................................................. 29
Love Apart ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 30
Sensation......................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 31
Eve...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 32
Death from a Far................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 33
Confined .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 34
Washed Up ..................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 35
Denounce ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 36
Death’s Dream .............................................................................................................................................................................................................. 37
Drowning Soul.............................................................................................................................................................................................................. 38
Poet’s Sorrow................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 39
Apocalypse ..................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 40
Afterlife - After Death ............................................................................................................................................................................................... 41
Cosmos ................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 42
Non Existent .................................................................................................................................................................................................................. 43
Winding Stairway ....................................................................................................................................................................................................... 44
Creation ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 45
Earth’s Anger ................................................................................................................................................................................................................ 46
Author’s Note ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................... 47


Poetic Journey
Formed by the collision
of two souls,
I’m sent forth into this world to fulfill
all my goals.

Divided between
darkness and light
I’m plunged into a world where
to survive I must fight.

With rhythm and song
in everything I hear and see,
I am sent forth on this
Poetic Journey.


Birth of an
Artist


Abduction
Engulfed by darkness
incredibly warm,
the silence is broken
by the raging of a storm.

The sea around me
is torn apart.
I am propelled from my world
like a raging dart.

I see a bright light ahead of me
at the end of the tunnel I travel along...fast.
I am exiled into another world;
my slavers kick me in the ass.

A strange gas invades my lungs.
This place has a peculiar smell.
I feel as though I’ve been torn from heaven
and plunged into hell.

I’ve been taken from my world
and brought to this place called Earth,
as I stare down at my proud mother
who’s just given birth.


Fresh Start
Whole week rhymes have been flowing out my head,
So I said...
I’d better make haste
for a mind’s a terrible thing to waste.

So I took a piece of paper,
got my pen filled with ink.
I sat,
and slowly began to think.

I usually write of depression,
suffering and dying.
A new approach
is what I’m now trying.

I’ll write of life,
the birds and the bees.
I’ll write about nature,
the eagles and the trees.

I’ve been poetically dead
for two years more or less.
My mind was jumbled;
my life was a mess.

So now I make a fresh start;
A new beginning, not an end.
Reformed my poetry, this poet, myself,
my new found friend.


Thanks Giving
This mind that creates,
and hands that duplicate,
are but tools of his majesty,
His Imperial Divinity.

Lord God,
Master Accord,
My repay to you
I cannot afford.

As God as my witness
and God as my guide,
I ask you lord
to be at my side.

To help me
do what I must do.
To perform the job
for which I was born to do.


Growth of
a Star


Bats...
Bats are like rats.
But have wings
and a few other things.

They fly high, in the sky
at night.
And another thing,
they have perfect sight.


The Exam
‘Twas the night before C.X.C.
not a sound in the house;
so silent was it
you could hear the crawling of a
mouse.

While in his bedroom
the student did stay,
his head buried in his books
like a needle in hay.

He was totally engulfed
by the syllabus he read:
how a cell reproduces
how amoebae feed.

And when the student could
study no more
he fell asleep
and began to snore.

And then the next day
he awoke refreshed,
he packed up and went off
to do his test.


Untitled
Like a rhythm-less poem
with no sound or rhyme;
like a song off beat
or a clock with no time,

This senseless poem
lacks a name;
like an empty cup spilling
an invisible stain.


Confused Clarity
I open my eyes,
I see no light.
My companion is afraid,
I feel delight.

I look up to the sky,
I see the ground.
I realize now
that something’s wrong.

I turn my head right,
I see left.
I think about life,
I see death.

I’m active at night,
tired in the day.
I ask myself
am I OK?

I’m wide awake,
yet see images of a dream.
I must be hallucinating
it must seem.

When out in the snow
I feel so warm.
Not a cloud in the sky
yet I hear the storm.

I see the end of the world
while the angels are singing;
yet to me
it seems a new beginning.


Predator & Prey
She sits in the dark. She thinks of the victory,
Her emerald eyes glistering in the and of the feast,
night. of capturing the small,
He hides in the shadows. tasty beast.
His heart beats in fright.
Coward little mouse
Camouflaged in the darkness afraid as he may be,
by her silhouetted black coat. yet too scared
His blood begins to boil, to attempt to flee.
the air thins in his throat.
She purrs to herself;
She comes closer, she prepares to pounce.
she tastes his fear. She can taste his blood.
He fells her presence, She’ll sip every ounce.
he knew she is near.
And as she comes for him,
As the predator he looks for a place to hide.
stalks her prey, She runs straight forward;
his mind wonders; he ducks to the side.
his thoughts begin to stray.
She turns into the side alley,
He thinks of times of past running with all her might.
and times that could be. And then her thrill of the chase
He’d have a chance to escape becomes sudden fright.
if only he could see.
For before her she sees no mouse;
He is blinded by the darkness, but a beast, a hound; large, fearsome,
paralyzed by his fright. and gray.
She smiles to herself, For this poor feline,
capturing him will be a delight. the predator becomes the prey.


Eclipse
The sun rises out The sun was darkened.
from its nightly grave, Something was blocking our light.
scorching the backs of every man, Our world collapsed.
master or slave. We could not fight.

From the dawn of time For centuries,
we conquered land and sea. we’ve lived in a world of darkness;
Across every nation, wondering how,
we marched proudly. to get out of this madness.

We laid the roots We’ve been slaves and servants,
of civilization. seen misery and hell.
We set the path We’re like a great oak tree,
for every nation. who, like us, fell.

By high noon The sun is blocked out;
we conquered the earth. we see no light.
With our seeds, We struggle every day;
to great nations we gave birth. cry out every night.

Then from the corner of our eyes, But slowly we see
the sun began to dim. the darkness begins to fade away.
Our great civilization we know that soon,
was dying from within. we’ll see a brighter day.

We had invited we await patiently
aliens to our table, as our ancestors did.
and now our world But stand tall,
was becoming unstable. while they hid.

We were tricked We see a flickering candle.
into selling our soul. We march towards the light.
Our leaders traded We know that all wrongs
our people for gold. will soon be made right.


I Write
I see the seeds of violence,
and I write.

I hear the cry of bloodshed,
and I write.

I feel their pain and suffering,
and I write.

And as I write,
they fight.

They fight for power, for money, for
land.
They kill each other, child, woman,
and man.

And as they fight,
I watch and write.

And as they kill rape and plunder,
I wonder what kind of laws we are
under,
that discard the victim and protect
the criminal’s rites.
I see this, and I write.

And the ones sworn to protect,
are the ones to be feared the most,
cause they act like creatures of
darkness,
they attack like demons and ghosts.

And I see all this injustice,
I see all that is not right,
so now I stop writing,
I join the battle and fight.


If
If the world ended today,
what can you say you accomplished?
If you died today,
what can you say you achieved?

If the end came upon you
what evil can you say you abolished?
If God came calling
what lost souls can you say you
relieved?

If the end was today, and judgment
tomorrow,
as you stand to be judged what would
you say?
Would your eyes be filled with pain
and sorrow,
or would you be happy and rejoice in
the Lords way?


Shipwrecked
I step off the plank and onto the ship, We set sail on a Sunday
my new home. a day sacred to God.
On my back is my sac, The menu: bread, water,
contains everything I own. smoked herring and cod.

Son of a shoemaker, We sail the high seas
born and breed. for weeks without end.
Raised on nothing but water My brush and pail with which I scrub
and stale dry bread. the deck
have been my only friends.
My uncle a school teacher,
taught me a lot. The rain begins to drizzle,
Everything he taught me the wind begins to pour,
I soon forgot. the waves grow higher,
the main sail just tore.
As rich as church mice,
draining our blood for the queen, The ship rocks on the water,
struggle my whole life like a cradle at night.
is all I’ve ever seen. The sails sway in the wind,
like an uncontrolled kite.
So I step on the ship,
leave England behind. The ship crashes on an island,
A fortune I seek, my life seems doomed.
many riches I’ll find. Far away from home
I am marooned.


Marooned
A man dreams...
away in the clouds,
together with the angels;
singing their songs.

He hears a distant noise
disrupting the peace and harmony.
A cock crows.
Why couldn’t they let him be?

Summoned to live another day,
awoken at an early hour.
Crawls out of the hole he calls home.
The early morning breeze tastes sour.

The waves crash on the shore.
A log floats in the endless sea.
Trapped on this pathetic little island.
Waiting to be set free.


Free
Sitting by the seashore
paper in lap, pen in hand,
wind in my hair,
toes in the sand;

baked by the sun,
refreshed by the sea,
quenched by coconut water,
shaded by a palm tree.

When the sun goes down
and the full moon comes alive,
into the sea I go
for a deep sea dive.

When I awake next morning
the same routine again
sitting by the seashore
writing poems with paper and pen.


Love of a Poet


Mother’s Day
Here is to a mother so sweet,
No other mother could defeat.

No other mother could be so caring,
Nor could any mother be so sharing.

If it were not for you I would not be here,
But because of you I have nothing to fear.

So Once again I tell you all the way:
Happy Mother’s Day!


Searching for Inspiration
Searching for Inspiration;
Searching for Love.
I plea and pray
for guidance from above.

Where is my Inspiration?
Where can it be found?
I will search everywhere.
I’ll hunt like a hound.

I toss in a golden coin
in the bottom of a wishing well.
The location of my Inspiration
I’m hoping it will tell.

At last I have found it
in the form of a friend.
My Love and Inspiration
till the very end.


Gazing On Beauty
I open my eyes,
the blur fades away.
My hands are heavy.
My feet feel like clay.

For the beauty before me
astounds me; juggles my sight,
like a shinning diamond star
of pure blinding light.

Her long flowing hair;
her warm deep eyes;
her sweet succulent lips;
her beauty tells no lies -

For as amazing as she is on the outside,
she is as beautiful within.
To blemish such beauty,
would be the ultimate sin.


Valentine
Roses are red,
violets are blue,
and there’s nothing
I would not do for you;

for you’re the light of my life;
the heart of my soul.
To love you forever,
is my only goal.


True Love
Unable to find a gift suitable for you,
I give you my heart and soul,
everything I say and do.

As I write this letter I reveal
the true nature of my personality.
What I wish to be becomes a reality.

I am a true poet at heart
dedicated to perpetual art.
To you I wish to express my true love.
A love so great, that none other is above.

For I limitlessly love thee
by a thousand infinities times infinity.
Let me begin through and through
by delightfully describing you.

The eyes that you behold
are like diamonds amidst a flame of gold.
Like the sun and its warm wondrous light,
the sight of which brings me much delight.

If summer did take a solid form - if it would dare,
it could only take the form of your gloriously golden hair.
Your sweet seductive lips, I long to kiss.
An act that could only bring me endless bliss.

Your seductive smile and venerating voice
leaves me with no choice,
but to love you,
with a love forever true.

Your body and your face
with radiating grace,
resemble that of a goddess.
But not too proud; quite modest.

I’ll keep you in my heart until the end.
My one true love, one true friend.


The Girl Next Door
Today I got a glimpse of
the girl next door.
Never have I been
so in love before.

Every time I see
that girl
my heart takes a trip
all around the world.

She has an effect on me
I just can’t explain.
She arouses my heart,
tickles my brain.


Quest
You wonder what
I see in you.
You wonder if I’m playing
or if I’m true.

I am on a journey,
a quest I must travel alone,
trying to find myself
and my true home.

Before I answer you
I must complete my quest,
but for the time being,
I’ll be there for you
at your request.


My Heart’s Key
Take the key
to my heart.
Unlock the door,
and promise we’ll never part.

More beautiful than diamond,
more precious than pearl.
You’re the most beautiful thing
in all the world.

Take my hand,
and promise me forever,
that you’ll love me always
and leave me never.


Love Apart
What is this force that keeps us apart?
Working against us,
from the very start?

We try to be together.
But each time something gets in our way.
Nothing goes the way we planned it.
Nothing ever goes our way.


Sensation
I wake in the morning
and hear your name.
When I sleep at night,
I hear the same.

I see your face
everywhere I go
what causes this
I don’t know.

Whenever I eat or drink,
I taste your lips.
It brings a smile to my face
when I remember your kiss.

I smell your perfume
whenever I breath fresh air.
I grow breathless
whenever you are near.

When I feel your touch
I’m in another world.
Day and night
it’s you I want to hold.


Eve
You are eve of my garden;
the sour grapes of my vine;
the thorn in my rose bush;
the poison in my wine.

Like an angel from heaven
into my life you fell.
I should have known
you were a demon from hell.

You tempted me with your fruit,
and foolishly I ate.
You lured me into your web
using yourself as bait.

And around me you spun your threads
like a black widow spider.
With each spin,
your hold on me became tighter.

But I had delusions, I was doped.
You had me under your spell.
I was completely unaware
of the trap into which I fell.

To me it seemed like heaven
pure utter bliss.
Little did I know
yours was a poisonous kiss.

Until at last
out of this dream I awoke-
realizing it was a nightmare.
Your love was just a joke.


Death from a Far


Confined
I sit alone
in this little white room.
I wake every morning
to the same gloom.

They locked me up
and threw away the key.
The walls of this little white room
are all I ever see.

Through a small slot
slides in a small tray.
On it contains
my only meal for the day.

But how can I know a full day has passed,
or perhaps an entire week;
I see no sun.
Only the bulb in the room can speak.

They switch it on for hours
before they switch it off.
I huddle by the light,
like a poor lonely moth.

The light comes on
and then goes off again.
When it comes back on, a new day begins.
Or so they claim.

I sit alone
in this little white room.
Till the ends of my days,
I live this life of gloom.


Washed Up
Like a confused child
lost between the realm of fantasy and reality,
I’m caught between the crossfire
of destruction and creativity.

The ink of my pen has run dry.
The ideas of my pen shall no longer be,
for I have lost the magical touch
of writing mystical poetry.


Denounce
None of my children shall carry that name
upon their chest;
need they be
so evilly blessed.

To carry that name
is but a curse.
From the moment of birth
to be drawn in a hearse.

Sickly fame;
grotesque misfortune;
I detest thy name
and thy sickly ill fortune.

I will leave thee be
in thy wallowing sorrow.
Tomorrow a new name
I’ll go out to borrow.


Death’s Dream
Two seconds before midnight,
Death finally let night take over.
At the stroke of midnight,
he unleashed plaque in their water.

He toured the terrain
claiming all life,
and marked out his territory
with his scythe.

At the edge of the forest,
at the bottom of the hill,
he glanced upon the town
with so many to kill.

With a chuckle and a laugh,
the beast took flight,
spreading over the town
panic and fright.


Drowning Soul
Violence eats away at my soul.
Is it God before me
or the Devil I behold.

I stretch my hand out to the light,
but still I am falling.
Satan drags me down
while God’s name I am calling.

I’m caught in a sea of despair;
An ocean of greed, envy, and hate
To conquer the world,
The devil uses me as bait.

I’m caught in the middle,
I’m crying for help!
When will my chains break
When will my shackles melt?


Poet’s Sorrow
The wish of every poet, songwriter,
and composer great
is to seal for themselves
a golden fate;

To achieve fame and fortune,
make Thy name do tell
before that time
to face the gates of hell.

The worst fate to fall
upon any of them,
is to die before completing
Thy final poem.


Apocalypse
The end is upon me,
the demons have come.
My heart beats silently,
my bones are numb.

The gate has been opened.
He feeds on my fear.
His subjects attack me,
the Master of Death is here.

The gate of hell has opened.
It’s begging for my soul
I stand before the abyss.
I stand above the hole.

The fires of hell are raging.
The demons cry out my name.
My life and my soul
Satan wants to claim.

But I look up to God for courage.
My eyes streaming with tears.
My Lord comforts me,
and calms all my fears.

For in the Lord I place all my troubles.
In God I entrust my soul,
for love can overcome all
and grant all that I behold.


Afterlife - After Death
How is it I find myself in hell?
-Died on the forth ring of the church bell.

A sinner great,
but undeserving of this fate.

A sinful life I did live;
my sins my brother did not forgive.

And I died by a knife, while defending my life,
wounded in that final strife.

A courageous battle I fought
but was stabbed beneath my cot.

And as the bells began to ring,
the Angel of Death did sing.

Although I wished to be undertaken by another,
I was buried by my priestly brother.

Here I am in hell suffering infinite pain
while on earth my slayer did remain.

Why I am here I do not understand;
I wish to be rescued by the Lord’s hand.

-To escape for eternity I must wait.
But alas the end of eternity is a non-existent date!


Cosmos


Non Existent
I am nothing;
without senses, without sight.
I am but darkness
in a place without light.

I exist nowhere;
I have no domain.
I am sanity
in a world gone insane.

I am chaos.
Neither great nor small.
I have no mass, or matter;
can neither float nor fall.

I do not exist.
My time is yet to come.
When I am sent forth,
all evil I must overcome.


Winding Stairway
I sit and wonder...
On life I often ponder.
When will its mystery unfold?
When will its answers be told?

Is life a circle
as some people say?
An endless loop,
a continuous play?

Or a straight line,
start to end;
from birth to death
with no loop or bend?

Some consider it a step.
A climb from bottom to top.
At the end of the step
is where we must stop.

Perhaps it is a stairway,
winding straight up to the top;
circling eternally:
perhaps our journey shall never stop.

Life is a continuous journey,
like the growth of a tree.
Forever growing and changing,
continually.


Creation
In the beginning there was darkness;
a void without light;
no matter or energy;
an eternal night.

All but a being,
powerful beyond compare.
Infinitely majestic;
knows all that is there.

Then bored of isolation;
driven by his creative thirst,
he decided to create
a wondrously marvelous universe.

With a momentous explosion
creation began.
The universe was born
with a mighty big bang.

In six billion years;
to him it seemed like six days;
he created a cosmos,
beautiful in all ways.

And we, his creations
marvel at the majesty
and share power
of God the divinity.


Earth’s Anger
The burning rage
of all our darkest fears;
the icy shadows
of all mankind’s despairs;

The vengeful hatred
we have for each other;
we now bear blame
on the Earth, our mother.

He rages in our shadows,
breeds evil in our soul;
promises much wealth and riches,
much silver and gold.


Author’s Note
To understand my poetry
is to understand me.
When you read between the lines,
that is when you’ll see...

When you listen to the words
that’s when you’ll hear.
When you feel with all your soul,
all doubt will disappear.

For my poetry reflects my heart,
my mind and my soul;
it reveals my thoughts,
my sorrows, my goals.

This unique and powerful art form
allows my deepest thoughts to emerge,
surfacing to the top
with a strong emotional serge.

For the person who understands my poems
but has never met me,
knows me far better than those who have known me for years
but don’t understand my poetry.


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