Judah Mahay, Writer » Poems

Splintered Glass of Mind

Judah Mahay — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 02:50:33 +0000

Splintered glass of mind
Shattered mine
Memories like quicksilver slip from my thoughts
Playfully dancing in pools of words
It dares to reflect, my painful game
So to learn that which brings
A bit of cohesion
Memory of me
It melds this mirror of my mind
What is it that I own that is mine
That which was
That which is
That which will
None shall be
Nor shall I recall
Most when they think before they are
They smile or cry at the glimmer of past
Mine is none to find
Vague hints of a life

Splintered glass of mind
Forever mine
It gives no fear
It gives no tear
It gives no recourse
This is not mine
I am not your seer
I have someone else’s mind
Even as I speak
Of this I lie
But feel it all the same
Thus what was
Empty of
This splintered glass of mind
That of mine

Soul Fairy

Judah Mahay — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 13:26:05 +0000

You wish to feel
You wish to be
You wish for everything
Then pay the fee
Broke you say
Not a penny or a dime
You have a soul
Then rich you are to me

You wish to feel
You wish to be
You wish for everything
Then pay the fee
A little soul for me
Tickles the lips
Sweet sweet soul from you to me
You will have everything

You wish to feel
You wish to be
You wish for everything
Then pay the fee
What you give unto me
I give unto you
Tasty and sweet
Your soul to me

You wish to feel
You wish to be
You wish for everything
Then pay the fee
Do you not know of me
Funny is the fee
You never see
But always need
The bit of soul in me

The Sacrosanct

Judah Mahay — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 12:28:35 +0000

Cardinal sins of the divine
Cannot force the benign
Even with teardrops dry
Echoes of vain remorse
Celestine words chiseled with despair
Calamity of the soul unveiled
Plagues the sanctity of the sacrosanct
The shrine inspires no hope
The water pure no more
The pulpit shakes and cracks
The pews laden with dust
The chorus forgotten
The pipes frozen
The children defiled
The church reviled
Calamity of the soul unveiled
Celestine words chiseled with despair
Echoes of vain remorse
Even with teardrops dry
Cannot force the benign
Cardinal sins of the divine

Willow

Judah Mahay — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:47:18 +0000

Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009.

Willow, of a specter’s dream, breathe
You fell lightly down the dew covered well
Like a broken feather your bones whistle
Caught up in the wind of your end
You forget why
What irony
It dispels all that is you
Crack against the dry bottom
It becomes useless
You don’t even remember who pushed

The Eyes May See Differently

Judah Mahay — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 13:14:30 +0000

Salt scraped from eyes
Where, oh where are you
Born with brittle sight
I think no less
Pitted spirit
Left to mourn
Broken nye
Cast the mold of myself
To make anew without you
But spark no more, glazed the mind
Meek no more, the shadow of my mold
Always lined with vile self
Oh, tender self wake
What I made masters over me
But dawn burns no more
Grinning despair
The smile kills the truth
Animal to myself
I know not where to go
Always it ends in revenge
To what
To ourselves, foolish child
This convoluted shell
Breathe no more
And dancing free, kissing lips, joyful tears
Prized as yours
But now another’s
The mirror of your past lied
You are no more

Respite

Judah Mahay — Sat, 21 Feb 2009 03:55:51 +0000

Though we all carry a hope for respite
I wishful plight
Remembered night
Anon the sight
We look yonder
Away whence we came
To houses new and glades green
Forgotten childish play, childish toys
The magic dies
With a sigh
Our skin crinkles
Our eyes narrow
Our souls crumble
The magic dies
Then child we see once more
And in the sparkle of their eyes
We either cringe
Or know whence we came
And laugh the glee of respite anon no more
Or die once more

Gone

Judah Mahay — Fri, 14 Nov 2008 06:02:37 +0000

And therefore I walk down this road of broken glass
It dulls my mind with the discord of this reddened symphony
Lost is the string of the grey stained path
The pavement is cracked
The land is lost in the mirror of the glazed eye
What have we song our lives to become
How can we scrape ourselves from this abyss
Our nails can not bite deep enough
Our screams can not pierce wide enough
Our sickness cannot motivate enough
We break
Gone

Reality’s Dream

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:48:24 +0000

Lavish sensations
Air devoured
Your eyes drip expectation
The aroma permeates
Stealing every corner of your house
It clings to the walls
Teasing you with thoughts of mischief
So you plead the like
Please bruschetta, your favorite
Or stuffed mushrooms, maybe chicken parmesan
Can we say vegetables and herbs of the freshest sort
Are all the invitation one may need
But how the air feels, and we have yet to even see what comes
But then time halts to a close
The doors of anticipation fling open
Dinner is here
The cook, bustling about, warns us not to interfere
But I must take a peak
So quick, it won’t disturb
Wait, I recall what brought dismay upon me last
For chef held my sweet ending to his sway
I curse you, my over indulgent sight
So I stay
And my hopes do not get toyed
Then the feast takes its splendor upon the table which I sit
My eyes gain their request
I shiver with a warm glee walking down to my little toes
Then the adults take their seats
They laugh at the wine
Cry at the cheese
My eyes, my ears, my nose, my tongue
So full they all sigh
Answered my prayers be
My belly full
I skip up the long stairs to fall into bed
Closing my eyes to a kiss on the cheek
As night becomes the play of reality’s dream

What

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:48:05 +0000

What is that which devours
Or tears deep and then throws away
What is the difference between the two
To break and throw
To consume and destroy
Is not both to fade
But we come to the method
Which would you like better
For let’s say your kitten or dog
How about that pig on the farm down the street
Or your kid
It tickles your anger doesn’t it
I’m sorry about that
But how can I not say that which makes you mad
When it seems the only way to make you see
Or is it think
I would have to say it is both
How to not offend
I guess it is too late
Maybe you shouldn’t have destroyed in the first place
Wait, look at me
I’m just as hellish as the rest
Dammit now what am I supposed to do
Start with myself I guess
Goodnight

Night of Night

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:47:53 +0000

Oh night, weary night
Skip and hop my soul does wish
But teary eyed of my spirit
I lay awash with bed of dark
Held in hands glimmer dark
Such entities not to bear
But strength the same
Or power could it be
Stretching thin the I
Tender I feel
Long path we tread
A child’s step so gone
What, what will bring
Will I collapse, collapse it be to this weight
So Sorrow of Sorrow’s Gate
I think not
For I as I be am too stubborn

Where We Begin

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:47:40 +0000

Unfoldeth thou in the rend so jagged and dark
But tinged it be with lines of red
Glowing of a passage that may scorch the skin
To bear this burden I must do much
So I sling the bag over my back
Throw the goggles over my eyes
Check that all is prepared
My heart beats
Which is good, but the rhythm is a bit too fast for my liking
I lick my lips
They are chapped
The heat burns against my face
But it is the path I chose
So wish me luck
For endeavor I must
Into the pits of foulest despair
I shall surely return without a hair
But laugh naught at my dismay
For purpose is all that may
Do not forget my promise then
For I will bringest to thee
The greatest glory for all to see
And do remember my eyes, I like them so
But please, if you can discard my vanity
It really does not suit me so
Thus I am off
Farewell and best wishes

Lament of Broken Glass

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:47:29 +0000

Broken glass of heart
I cannot tear away this gaze
I am lost within myself
While loved in nature’s tears
How am I left
But to myself to rend
While my love screams my broken lament
And I whistle mindless dissent
For I sit without fear
Or pain heart or tear
Empty is the shell
Of me
How did I get to this dreaded place
Through strife and haste
Pull away I must
For exhaustion kills the lust
Where to look but within
And seek that spark of sin
Wrestle it to the ground
And scream at what I have found
For this is the path I chose
To battle my selfish foe

Alight

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:47:06 +0000

Water of night
Ever bright
Glimmering iridescent
With vague dreams
Of heavenly seas

Ever bright
Splendid lights
See into me
Without fear
I weep

Splendid lights
What a sight
Simmering hope
With eternal thoughts
Of fragrant thee

What a sight
Serene plight
Trepid heart
Without doubt
I believe

Sister

Judah Mahay — Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:46:03 +0000

Blessed be
Carefully spoken words
Met in harmony
This dialogue’s dance
Did reveal
Minds alike

How we laughed
Knowledge was exchanged
Both, we gained
Be it was
Beyond idle discourse

Now we are still
A puzzle in our hands
These fitted pieces
Of mystery’s birth
Found their home

In the beginning
I did seek
Yet, it was I found
Therefore, blessed be
Sincere me