Greg Goble: The Collected Works

The Poems

Anger Sometimes

Anger sometimes; is truly a blessing
It gives strength diligently ignored
Anger sometimes; brings about change
It helps to cloud reasonable judgment
Helps to disenchant the enchanted
Anger sometimes; helps you get over her
Lets you ignore the memories
And focus on the pain and the hurt
Anger sometimes; is truly a blessing


Autumn

A time with two names and two faces

The beauty of the endless rainbow of color.
The sign of summer gone by too fast

The majesty of blooming flowers and warm lakes.
The dread of winter close upon us.

It is a time of beauty this fall, this Autumn.
It is a time when the unexpected happens.

Do I know this season as well as I pretend?
For certainly I love it as much as I act.

Does fall come and go and not notice me,
Or does it know me too well
And refuses to acknowledge me?





Beauty

Your charm begins in the delicacy
Of your hands
Your grip is soft, subtle, oh so slight.
Your eyes are alive with sparkles of sunshine,
Even in the new moon’s light.
Your neck, so long and slender
So prestigious and so perfect.

And your smile

Oh how I love that smile.
It is beauty so great and indescribable.
It is the perfect sunshine that a summer’s day
Cannot obtain.
I see that smile and my life is complete
If only for one brief moment.
My feelings; so strong, my knowledge; so little,
Your beauty; so overwhelming, your intelligence so sexy.
To be together, to know the sparkles in those eyes
Were to me directed, this is a gift I beg to receive.





Blame

I can blame the world
I can stuff it in their face
I can be angry with everyone and everything

Don’t expect me to simply pass it off
Things have gone oh so wrong
And I will be mad at all the wrong things
I will find a way to hope over nothing
Everything that I do will suffer
And I will be incorrect
And I will not care

Time will march on with or without me
I should blame the world now
And leave it soon after
I should end it all
And tell the world it was their fault
I should be angry and pissed about it all
I should never trust any of them again
I cannot believe I allow myself to continue
I cannot believe I was so deceived
I cannot believe I still trust

So believe me when I say to fear for me
If I lose hope the world loses me.





Charm

Your charm begins in the delicacy
Of your hands

Your grip is soft, subtle
Oh so slight

Your eyes are alive with sparkles
Of sunshine
Even in the new moon’s light

Your neck, so long and slender
So prestigious and so perfect

And your smile
Oh how I love that smile
It is beauty so great and indescribable
It is the perfect sunshine that a summer’s day
Cannot obtain

I see that smile and my life is complete
If only for one brief moment

My feelings; so strong, my knowledge; so little
Your beauty; so overwhelming, your intelligence so sexy.

To be together, to know the sparkles in those eyes
Were to me directed, this is a gift I beg to receive.





Escape

Dive into that place you know so well
See how calm and placid you were
Feel the smells as they rustle through your eyes.
Once you were down, and they kicked you
Oh so hard

Escape from this place; find a way out
Run through this space; you know so well
Look more closely, you know nothing of this place.
Death approached without a single word
You breath just fine; your stomach on fire

Look for a new way; you will know so well
Make it complete; make it your life.
Live in question with something familiar
Do not question or your flaws you will see
Live to the fullest no matter what it takes

You have been swallowed
You cannot be complete
Without the madness
That you swallow






Final Battle

I will fight the society that has caged us all
Our fate will all be the same, there is no reason to fear
I take out the hidden device from my bag
Set it on the wax floor on which I sit

The casing sits open in front of me now
Wires dangling from one end
Needing only to be connected

My mind would never succumb
I would not allow it

And so I was driven to this by the society

And the wires will be connected

I reach for them with half a thought to stop
I recall the treatment that I realized

Better to do this, than to let so many more futures demise
The wires are connected
And here I wait

As the bleachers are filled with thousands of me
I will not let myself succumb
I will be right here
To press my thumb upon the button

And as we all fight we all die

As my thumb rests on that button
I wonder if things can really change

I wonder if nothing will come of it
Either way it will be done
I will fight the society that has caged us all

And if we do not win
We will escape





Getting Her Back

I haven’t been able to put it out of my mind
Things can’t seem for me to find
There has been beauty so grand
How I wish I could find it again

She meant so much
She was perfect as such
Tears stream down my face
Clouding my vision each leaving a small streaming trace

Perhaps she will come back to me
Possibly I will get my love the truth to see
And bring her back into my arms
Where once again I will keep her safe and warm





The storm will recede
My eyes will see tomorrow
They’ll tear with my loss


Live without reason
Deny everything you are
Close your eyes and die





The sun shone brightly
Destruction headed my way
Darkness encased me

A drop of rain fell
The sky lost its clear crystal
And the land was fed

Forest leaf so frail
Up high in the canopy
I worship below







Heart

My dearest heart

My most valued companion
My “significant other” as it twer

I awake and there you are with your tender words
And a brightening smile

A life-time worth of happiness in this is what I find
For you perhaps not, but for me most certainly

You are my world
But this you do know
You are my life
But this too you do know
You are what makes me happy
And this perhaps you know

But something that perhaps you have not thought
That it is you, only you
That could make me leave
To better myself
And return.

My love is that strong for you, only you
And to see this not, I cannot believe.

But to give it time and space I can understand

And so that space I attempt to give
In hopes of a friendship
And perhaps a kiss.





Hope

Hope is the most Cherished of all feelings.
It makes us all feel that there is something on its way.
It drives us to do things that we would not otherwise do.
We take foolish chances that would never be taken by a sane man.
Hope brings us so close to happiness,
It brings out the best and the most romantic in all of us.
Hope is that sanctuary that I never want
Because it never comes true.
Hope is nothing when you already know the end result.
Hope can bring the world to a stop, brighten a day, and lift a spirit.
It has the ability that nothing else has, for you need no one lese to help it along.

Hope is the worst of all tricks
It is not real, and often it ends in pain.
The pain that is felt, the pain that is the worst.
They are those “pangs of despised love”
And how should things go on
How do you keep moving forward when hope’s crush has done just that.
You look for more hope in a different place and you change that focus
And one day hope that will once again crush you, makes you happy.
And for a brief moment in time you forget how much it hurt
But you will remember
And it will hurt again
And you will curse it all, all over again.





Infinite Embrace

I looked out to the stars that night
They came toward me with bright suggestiveness
The space beyond the earth invited me
I went to it and it embraced me.

Such a homely feeling to be one with the Universe
I felt serene; calm among every surrounding.

Oh to fly to that place where I am free
To have no one there; silence so glorious.

Of course it cannot be
Of course I am fooling myself
The universe will not have me
And I will ne’re be happy

Fly to my abolition
Keep my mind hidden
And help me to dream
Of a world better off without you.





Last Night

Last night I held you in my arms.
I told you how I felt
And you found you felt the same.
Last night was such a glorious night

I did not kiss you
Though my lips begged to touch yours
I did not dance with you
Though my body longed to sway with yours

I only looked deep into your eyes
And I told you that my heart beat heavy for you.
Then you gazed into mine

But I do not remember what you said

Dreams are strange in that way.

And I know that is was a loving look
And I know that I felt you content in my arms.

But it was all a dream
And reality is cruel and I am afraid

Afraid of the dream that made me so happy.
Afraid that the reality will not be so serene.
Afraid of you, disliking me.





LIFE

thousands of lives lost every day
the last thoughts of billions lost
what would happen if we knew what
they were thinking
what would we do with such knowledge
we would throw it away like such garbage
we would disregard any and all
just as we do now
we never ask why we disregard we simply do
what if everything we know is wrong
but it cannot be, because love is the same
love has always conquered
but that love must be returned
and when it is not
all things fail
nothing is real, nothing matters, all dies
why should we remain, why should we deal
when all that surrounds us are the
“Pangs of despised love.”
perhaps she did not love and we were both deceived
perhaps she realized this, perhaps she saw love
and thought for the first time that it was not what she felt
but how could she not love
my treatment was as elegant as i could muster
my loss has been so bad, my heart is lost to her
my love has gone
and i do no longer know if i can handle such loss
i thought i was doing so well
this day unraveled so badly
the realization of loss has washed over me once again
there is nothing to keep me here
all that i do is for money
i have no wish to be rich
i have no wish to survive
i cry and the pain is terrible
i have seen her face no matter where i go
no matter what i do there she is
in my mind, in my dreams, in my world
there is no other
in the end all will be well
“but i cannot choose but weep”
what if i were lain in the cold dark ground
so many things would it truly solve
nothing else has ever made me feel so happy and
wonderful
so instead i sit and cry and almost hope it will all end
would anyone’s life change because of my loss
many times i think not
i have not touched lives
i have made no difference
not even for one life
there was only one life i wished to touch
and that life has removed itself from me
how can i remain with such knowledge
i miss her
all of her
i have lost her
i will never feel her touch again
and this slowly kills me
she does no longer want me
the only one who ever did
i give her my water
she was to be my one and only
she was to be my reason for life
all of it gone without warning
how could i have lost it
i must be such an awful person
to have lost such a wonderful one
my life here is simply a joke, a scare
a warning to all those with that wonderful life
there is another life
one that is not so wonderful
i don’t know if i can continue
but for a short time i will continue to try
how long, i cannot say
my strength and my heart are gone
i tire about being a man about it all
SOMEONE KILL ME






Love Unlost

Tragic realities of feelings missed
So close to my heart
So far from my arms.

Here a missed dinner
There a missed kiss

It’s all the same right now
All so terrible

My aching heart;
How I hope you feel the same
How I wish for you to be happy

My sunken heart;
I weep to think you happy without me
I weep for losses but imagined.

It all seems so pointless
I shouldn’t be worrying

“But I cannot choose but weep.”

Fear so strong, grows each day
Fear I know to be unwarranted.

The only one I wish on my arm
The only one I want with my name

Please don’t leave
I know the distance is far
But I dream of holding you close each night

One day, together forever
For now my darling
Please wait for me.





Perception

Pail reflections of the future
Cast back unto mine eyes
The extreme perception fulfilled
Where DeJavu creates all lies
There, in front where all things were
The world digressed from its point
A speck lay awake watching each move
Seeing with eyes untainted to once more anoint
The dot flies off, into space far away
For a view unaided by atmosphere
Vacuum surrounds in a cold numb grip
Where once there was nothing it is gripped by fear
Spread throughout the space so infinite
Becoming everything; all around
It looks out, spread over so much
All things are a speck; perceptions surround.





The Cry

A cry reaches me in the night.
A soft hand touches me.
Gentle, beautiful lips kiss me goodnight.
I wasn’t expecting it.
I don’t even know if I wanted it.
But then I wanted it all over again.
I craved that soft hand.
I dreamed of those lips.
And I look at it all. And I don’t know what to do.
I want to tell the world of the happiness that I found.
I want to believe that it is possible.
But hope has constantly been my downfall.
And see how things progress. The fact that it is slow does not worry me.
How shy she seems is scary.
I don’t want to hope for no reason.
But I am happy and despite all other thing,
I hope to retain that happiness.





When We Was Us

Do you remember
The moment our lips
First met;

Do you remember
That instant frozen in time
As well as I;

Sometimes, does your mind
Wander to that point
Where we first held hands;

Do your fingers tingle
As mine do at the memory;

Do you often think
Of those little things
That are ours alone;

Do you look in a mirror
And see me standing behind you
As I often do;

Do you recall that first
I Love You
In the same endless moment as I;

Do you remember
The treasured memories
We have yet to create
In the same vivid color as I do;

Does your mind tingle
With its own insight;

Do you see me
Growing in my love
For you
Each and every yesterday

Do you remember it all
In Technicolor dreams

Do you cherish the memories
We’ve yet to have made
As much as I?





Your vision is blurred through the clearness of the glass. But why should it be blurred for the glass is clear and no obstructions are near. Perhaps Jack Frost has settled upon the glass. Glistening from the outside he comes to you in a swirl of colors and scratches. Is it he who has taken away that clear sight so sacred that it points to your goal. And why would the frost do such a thing as to wander across the window you hold so dear. Why would he begin the journey that will end in the center of your dismay and then stretch once again to the outer edges to seal your fate and to leave you to wonder and turn with nothing to see and nothing to feel. But you can feel and it must not be the frost for it is warm.
If not the frost then what should it be that takes all your hopes and dreams and disintegrates them and leaves them to be torn away and left to be eaten by the vultures that watch your endless journey now gone astray. A realization that it is hot has hit your thought and jack frost is forgotten for the more endless idea of that path gone and lost. Water and clear skies have been tainted and with all the rest in your favor; now all seems lost. The cause, it must be known for if it is not found you will wander forever and you will not see, and that glass that has guided you so far and that you have trusted so much shall lead you to peril, dismay, and death.
Your hands are thrown up in dismay, that the cause cannot be found, and the cause is then seen with the most clarity that has come. The hands; yes the hands are there, but they are different and you struggle to find the change and the cause of all that has happened. Where have the hands changed, where are they different? And then it strikes and all your problems (save one) are solved. It is the nails that are changed and the nails that are strange; it is the nails that are gone; it is the nails that have caused your dismay. And they being your nails then it is you who have tainted the window, and it is you who have blurred your own vision and lost your path. The marks upon that window, once crystal clear, are not the marks of jack frost but of your own nails. They are the mark of frustration, anger, and grief that you refuse to feel and that your nails have released.
There is a solution and one that will only work now! Remove the glass that has guided you so far and look through your own eyes and trust yourself. And then it is done and you have wandered a long long way but you still have a chance and you have still find that crystal clear path of which you followed and with the glass or without it will still remain.

posted by David Fuchs (Greg Goble) @ 10:07 PM