Depression
Just a brief feeling of being alone for a couple of days..
World of hurt
To be continued...
Dialogue with the death angel
Just contemplating..An existential write..Thank you..
black dragon
Enter the eye within its breath As the dragon sleeps Crawling under the skin razor blades of flaming scars cuts in pain In the darkest shadows Wings curtains falling Iron casting cold steel Melting Lies within the soul
No Use For A Name
Does anything I write ever make sense?
System Malfunction
Can't choose who u love... Thank u 4 your visit poet friend, peace and joy! J
To a million Black Stars.
This was written after my stay in South Africa in 1961, the European doctrine of Apartheid was incomprehensible and not one iota of humanity attached to it, yet deemed the God given right of those who wheeled power. If there are uncomfortable lines, then the lines are not in vain.
Picky and Lonely
A little bedtime story kiddies...
Cowardly Dog / Feige Hund
Not written with anyone particular in mind...just trying something totally different. There are many people in this world who hide behind big words trying to make themselves feel better by putting someone else down. Just recently worked with a person like that who threw his big words around but could not even use a can opener to open a can and yet he tried to make everyone around him feel inferior. So I suppose that this is with all those type of people in mind. Translation is as follows You are a coward who hides Behind your so called knowledge But I know the truth you see You are really far inferior
Enigma
An intruiging puzzle I cannot solve An obscure memory from out of the past Luring me , challenging me to some unknown quest Whispering promises of felicity at last Moonlight casts shadows on a seldom travelled path A sense of foreboding as
The Origin of Candykid
Dark story-tell style.
The reason for stars
Something different..
steve the rooster
Drawing from the spirit of Steve Crowing each morning singing to the light Six million dollar rooster In bionic terms I would lift him up all proud Aged about nine at the time He was the champion Lifting stones Feeding him worms
opened my eyes
a wind blowing underneath rafters enchanting like gale, thousands of souls begins moaning whistling eerily within the noise the mind cannot sleep, a storm gathering brewing within pain soulfully cries inside voices responds screechi
Disengage
I whispered into the emptiness afraid of what I'm might hear But even more afraid that there would be nothing there My shadow casted fear and gave a reason for my pain
Combat
Just digging through old poetry searching for something and found this, I think it was a significant part of my life because Ive been a basketcase ever since LOL .Some have read this some haven't ...Cheers
last poem smiling (cafe challenge )
lying back in deep thought twisted hurt inside screwing with the thoughts in a toxic world just popping into a lunar moon space in my mind floating around sweetly smiling i am a passionate lover yet i hide myself away from the
Ascension
Whats coming through the mirror is still alive As I stand before me on the other side I see that what I am is not who I should be And
The Fool
A dark place, some have been, I am no longer there! Thank God. If u r here there is hope, a new day and a different path awaits...
burning love
dedicated to someone who holds the key with a smile who brings light into darkness happiness will rain in laughter to hold an angel with love took every ones advice the pain inside burns hope it subsides
When Nothing Remains
There is a chance for change that begins first within ourself, but is chance the same as hope
Sobering
The easiest way to disappear is to pretend I don't have much to say But then words get trapped inside my head li
rear fang
Crawling lies like a snake in ambushing You bite me on the back Nesting asleep On the chest The circle of life Searching the warmth within, upon the heat Crocodile tears Wiped away my smile Coldness in what you done Si
Black
When my darkness felt light it was never again satisfied Until it swallowed the sun leaving my hope endless nights My eyes affixed upon the brilliant silver light of
The Beginning (Part 1)
Words flowing as sweet wine to crystal flute Lips caressing sweetest fruit from the vine All sense of conversation seems so moot Grapes turning into raisins before eyes Is it the destination where dreams die A place where clouds form to hold mi
Phantoms
Following a new direction letting these pages lead the way From the beginning of my existence to where I find my final resting place Swallowing a shade of colo
A WARNING
sometimes I see clearly man's destruction of self.
wish i wasnt me
just because...
Between the Lines
the intangibles..
unwilling king !
jealousy chokes any relationship
Hatred
sorry, had to get it off my chest
Belly
I've been crawling through my insides Trying to figure out where it all begins Than I feel the ground beneath me tremble Is there some
Sob of the Soul
Pain enters in silent stream Mocks the ghost of future dream Mind numbed from seeking why Into the bleak the seagulls cry Moon creeps beyond the night Hurting clenches, hard and tight Shadow tiptoes in steps of sorrow Mourns defeat of joy tomo
Tears of an Alcoholic
This poem was written from the thoughts of an alcoholic. I wrote this poem to verbalies the fears associated with drinking and driving.
Within my Soul
Just a flow of words that came out one evening...No nothing really dark or morbid...just words
A HANGING AT CRAGGAN MOOR
Bet that had you going, you ghoulish lot...LOL....Andrew...xxx
I been played (blues)
I got played...
F.E.A.R
A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
The me inside
Something strange I found in meditation...
Sick and tired...
Guess I just need a nap or something...
death of the soul
this poem is of my own anger tword the way people have treated me. It how ever is not ment to imply all are that way.
Tremble my heart.
Tremble my heart, follow my lead this way. Listen to the violins, before they begin to play. As the doves cry, in sorrow & the hogs, grunt at the moon. They will be waiting for you In a ditch meant for your tomb Listen to the mockingbir