Celeste's Poetry
" HIGHWAY"
An arduous journey thru
Life's compromising convictions...
A puzzle...a maze of strife;
Crying a constant sound
Painfilled highway of Laments....
With not a soul around.
At least it understands
Thurst for passion to be quenched...
As I gaze upon a barren land.
And hell makes it's prescence known
As air expells from my lungs......
Despair becomes my home.
c.k.lynn c'99
"RISKS"
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To express feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams,
Before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To risk love is to risk being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken,
Because to greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
But they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, or live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are slaves;
They have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
c.k.lynn
"Time Passes"
The sea is calm, a horizon ahead,
Sun also shines, but my life is dead.
I tried it all. It didn't work,
Who Am I?
The clock keeps ticking.... another day.
Will this ever end I pray.
Emptiness swallows the air I breathe.
Where am I?
Chances in life, taken for naught;
Times you lose, or get caught,
Happiness eludes, betrayal looms...
Why am I?
The parade has passed, the band is dim.
Being alive, the consequence of sin.
It was no gift that I can feel...
Is this the end?
Only inside these words am I able to see.
Life is nothing when I can't be me.
But who am I? I don't know.
Life holds me.
I want to fly off and touch a face;
Be held, and loved and forget this race.
The world is deaf, and I am blind...
Can God help me?
Will anyone notice and comfort me,
After pain has destroyed and altered me?
No choice but to wait and see.
Time passes.
c..k.lynn '98
"THERE IS NO FUTURE"
Clouds of my future,
Are heavy with moisture
As are my eyes.
Rainbows of happiness,
Evade me, when I am,
Caught inside despair.
Boundaries never set within
My heart, are used
Against my needs.
Foundations crumble with out
A second thought, as I
Watch them disappear.
The soldier I've set myself to be,
Has no more weapons,
To defend.
My soul inside me, screams
For a chance to be noticed
And loved.
When all that is left
Is my heart, will anyone
Want to enter?
When all I have to offer
Is myself, will that
Ever be enough?
If death be peace, I pray
I find it, before this hell
Destroys my soul.
c.k.lynn c 1995
"Hell Will Be Your Home"
Have I given you as much pain as I've placed upon myself?
Does your heart scream. Does your soul bleed,
Has your flesh been ripped from your bones!?
Do grotesque dreams of dying passion fill your nostrils, with burning flesh?
Are sparks igniting your brain with unending hideous desire?
Do your bones break, snap and crack, as you clmb from hell;
Are the claws of the devil himself pulling you...
Deeper into that dank hole... That lonely abyss?
Does your body cry, with unbridled need, and no one answers?
Rejected, crushed, and lonely, your only satisfaction derived in death?
Sweet unconsummated lover of my soul, your pain is brief.
I bear the burden of this existance alone,
But heed my darling, one day too,
Hell will be your home.
c.k.lynn c '95
My dear cousin Celeste K. Lynn passed away a few years ago. She sent me these poems to publish on my website for her. She is missed very much. Her words, some very wise, some showed her pain .....live on now on this page and in our hearts.