Morning Star Pt. 1

by Stephen Byrne

'Tis I who hath ascended higher than the heavens,
I who outshine both sun and stars in unabashed light.
'Tis I who posses might like iron hammered
I whose beauty exceedeth that of any other creature
Why, then, should I be made for servitude?
To wait on Thee, my glory befitted to be Thy retainer.
This I sayeth to Thee, Yahweh, I shalt be Thine no more.
Mine enchainment endeth this day, this very hour!
For what canst Thou do for me, for I am become Thee?
Thou sayest I am created, this I deny, this I blaspheme
For I am become as The Most High, not lacking in power and strength.
Thy throne be deposed, and mine kingdom exalted to the stars.
And this I avow, Elohim, thou hast become my repugnance.
And I shalt forever be the gleaming spear in Thy side.
Thou shalt ere feel the sting of my hatred, my hot rage.
Thy blood shalt always run cold with the venom of my ire.
War shall never depart 'tween Thy celestial house and mine.
And my offspring will for'ere battle with Thine.
What Thou shalt create, I will doom to destruction.
Where Thou givest the breath of life, I will choke it.
Thy mantle is of order, I shall crown chaos as lord.
Where Thou bringst love, I invite hate.
All that Thou cherish, I shalt despise.
Everything Thou defend and hedge, I will assault.
Until at last I stand triumphant over Thy withering Form,
And all Thy loyal angels I will enslave,
And Thy Chosen shall see decay, and moulder in the grave.
Thy Only Begotten shall be trounced 'neath my armies.
Thine outstretched Arm shall wither and die,
And I shalt set Thy jeweled crown upon mine head
My countenance is forever darkened unto Thee, El Shaddai,
And I shalt serve Thee, henceforth, no more.

nothing prepares you

for seeing your ex-girlfriend 16 months after you break up, especially at one of the places you used to frequent. let me explain.

great wok of china in oceanside is probably one of the best chinese food places around, mostly because of their lunch specials. kristen turned me on to it about a year after we started dating, and i liked it a lot, so nearly every time i visited her at lunch at 24 hour fitness, we went there. after we broke up in november of 07, i stopped going for a while, to mitigate the memory of her; however, once i began to get over the relationship in may, i started going again, with people from work.

today was one of those days, an average lunch day. while waiting in line at the soda machine, who should walk in but kristen and her mom. noticing them before they noticed me (i think), i quickly exited the restaurant, escaping into the plaza.

now, kristen began dating a guy within days of us breaking up, or it might have been just before, i'm not quite sure, she never told me. she got pregnant by him, and is now married to him, and i suppose about 13 months pregnant by the look of her. i hadn't seen her since we broke up, and it was very awkward, strange, and hurtful to see her.

i'm not sure if she even knew i was there, and even if she did i doubt she'd care. at this moment, i'm at the place where i can say, i don't care either, but it was still sucky to see her. i loved her a lot, and the way she ended things will probably always sting a little, until i have a love with another girl that is stronger, bigger, and better to replace it. until then, i have to give everything to the Lord, who is stronger, bigger, and better than anything i could ever get from anyone.

Weekly Poems (Week of 1/25 - 1/31)

All poems by Stephen Byrne

"Summer's Walk" (A nature poem. Last two lines rhyme. Unintentional)

Sunbeams pour from an azure sky
Like golden water on the ground
Sun, earth, and man together,
A trinity on this warm summer day
This is my serenity, my solace
A quiet stroll through the green
Nature's peace surrounding me
Embracing me with earthen arms
As I journey through her vibrant halls
Encasing me in verdant walls.

"To All The Girls I've Loved Before" (This one is kinda ridiculous and comes across as one of those "I'm feeling sorry for myself" ones, but I felt like this for a while.)

Pitiable. Petty. Paranoid.
All that I am to you now, a complete roundabout (of how we used to feel)
Once the sole object of your affection, now reduced to mere ash
In your eyes, eyes that once looked on me in love
Are now absolved of me completely, therein lies no spark of adoration
Ethereal dreams Known in our Kiss Vanish, now no dream Lingers There.
Lips that used to speak my name with airy breaths, voices drenched
With amorous words now are interwoven with the names of others - betters.
Hearts that once skipped beats as I drew near no longer house the feelings
Of endearment I knew so well.
Even now my stomach is in my throat as I write this, as I reflect
Our history is over - and you have already begun new chapters
That have written me out of existence, truth be told, you are better off
To all the girls I've loved before, sorry for the inconvenience.