When Dreams Are Murdered

By Mark Cisper

Just like every story there must be a beginning. The same is true with poetry. “When Dreams Are Murdered”, in essence, is the Genesis of the works of poetry by Mark Cisper. This is to say, it is not the true beginning except for the first six poems; salvaged from other sources after the original 91 pieces he wrote in 1991/92 while still in high school were lost.

The time span in which these pieces were written is from 1991 to May 1993. This you will see is true for the author has included a Chronology at the end of the book; something he believes has never been done before in literature. This Chronology will demonstrate to you he exact date in which a piece was written; and at times will show several were written in a day as well as the gaps in time between pieces. One last note on the Chronology: you will see exactly when he began keeping track of dates.

Let’s begin the journey of the life and works of the Word Art of the Poet by the name of Mark Cisper.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312337602

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When Dreams Are Murdered

When Dreams Are Murdered

By Mark Cisper

Poetry

Copyright © Mark Cisper August 2014

ISBN 978-1-312-33760-2

Black Is All I See

Darkness surrounds me,

All I see is black.

Day after day,

Everything I see turns to black.

Heart of iron,

All feeling and emotions are black.

I feel no emotion.

The sun, to me is a black hole,

Turning the sky to black darkness.

All around me turns to black.

Girls, walk down the street

In sexy summer colored clothes.

I cannot look, for through my eyes,

They turn to black.

Any bright colors turn to black.

My life is surrounded by black darkness.

No one to bring light,

Only hatred towards me.

So, black is all I see in the world of color.

Hate, my life turns to black, in evil.

My life must end, the darkness must end...

Only death will change my black darkness,

To light, in wherever I may go.

Devastated World

Once so beautiful.

Beautiful no more.

Black and charred.

Burned life.

World once a glorious place.

But the people of this world,

Hatred, didn’t trust each other.

World invented weapons of destruction.

Tensions grew immensely.

Till one day, one man

Pressed the button.

The button that ended it all.

Survivors, the few there are.

You must remember.

Have your children remember.

Never allow this destruction again.

For too many innocent people have died.

All you can do is remember what once was.

For all you see now,

Is black, charred, and destroyed civilization.

Mark: Willing to Die

Mark, in the dictionary of names,

Means warrior; war like.

Perhaps that is the reason I act and feel

The way I do.

Militant at heart,

Militant in action,

Willing to fight for

What I believe is right.

Willing to die for my country.

Willing to die for my leaders.

Willing to die,

In the honor of my family.

Admiration

The man I admire most

Is my first true friend.

Even when I mocked

Your ways, you forgave me.

Sometimes I wonder why?

You are not Jesus,

But to me you could be a saint.

You’re happier without love.

While I struggle daily

To find one to love me.

Yet, I find none,

And my soul mourns.

We don’t see each other much,

And sometimes it saddens me.

Soon I’ll be leaving

And I guess I’ll never see you again.

But before I go, I want you

To know you’re a good man.

Perhaps one day, by God’s grace

We will meet once again.

I admire you my friend

For your strong belief

In your God.

While mine is a weak one.

We are both military men.

I am a Navy man.

You are an Army man.

I believe though, it is not you.

I admire your belief,

Thou shall not kill.

While I believe,

Kill or be killed.

My admiration is strong,

But you will never

Ever really know

You’re the one I admire most.

Not Jesus or God.

Not my mother or father.

Not any of my other friends.

But you, I admire most.

Farewell

My good friend I say to you,

Good-bye my friend.

I’m leaving and I’m not coming back.

Be my friend and just let me leave.

I have lived here

For nineteen long years.

The hardest time span was 16 to now.

I just have to get on the road out of here.

You see, when my friends

Turned their backs on me

I knew I had to leave

This place forever.

You, my friend, was the only one

Not to turn away.

You stayed and remained

My only true friend. Thanks.

In order for you to remain

As my good friend

You must allow me to go

Without trying to convince me to stay.

I do not know if you understand

The feelings roaming through my mind.

All I can tell you is,

It’s telling me to leave here today.

Farewell, my good friend.

Farewell, to my former friends.

Farewell, to all the women I never loved.

And farewell to all my enemies.

For now has come the time

That I must leave.

It hurts me and it saddens me

But it will be the best for us all.

Can leaving really be so hard to do?

My mind and heart is so unsure.

Who knows what can happen to me

Out there in the world, all alone.

I may find that it is all the same

In wherever I am led.

Or maybe, with the grace of God,

I’ll finally find what I’m looking for.

I, my friend, am looking

For a woman to love

And who will love me in the same way.

Whatever happens, you will remain my friend.

Once again, farewell my friend.

Farewell...

Farewell...

Farewell...

Hall of Souls

Upon my death, I sit up

And rise out of the hospital bed.

I turn and look at my bed,

Yet my body still lies there, motionless.

Then I look around the room

And I see a wooden door,

Which I’d never seen before.

I