Words
I would always manipulate, everything to which I would relate, this made those around feel unheard, now I just do this with words. Words are truly unique creations, that hold with you no expectations, as they allow you to have your say, it n
Rafters
Lucifer open the bidding upon my soul opening starts at thirty silver coins my shepards forgotten my holy parole upon this earth, no heaven, no hell but where they both join Why must a cry be strangled in the dark? a rope of twisted tears,
Postcard from my heart
Sitting on a park bench. Nowhere to be, nobody to see. No one to share, no one to care. All alone in this world. All I have to do to pass the time is write another postcard from my heart. Send it to nobody in particular, and hope it neve
So BE
love is so dark it is real
“In my fires”
Make you hate that you love it. Poisoned by one so infectiously toxic. Become drunken by an aphrodisiac so exotic. Birth in the darkest of places I’m hell spawn. Take pleasure in breaking you till dawn. On your every page i will have drawn. I’l
King Kong
I get awful angry sometimes...
Scarey Stuff
Careful what you read at night.
Seek
This is a short poem of a heart hoping even in fear.It is incomplete,words pouring out of me in a few seconds. Commanding me to bring these feelings to life and I did because words too need to breathe.
gt, f
hu and g went to a forgotten shore placed many flowers and set a lure twenty wishes were counted and several gave who undo the seaman and harness the grave no two had answered and too many rhyming lines gave to all a wondrous spectacle that afte
Tweety Birds.
This is to all who just can't keep their mouths shut or their own noses in their own business. To all of those no good low life snitch's! To all of those who speak before they think! To anyone who talks smacks behind backs. We all know some Tweety Birds!!! Chirpin' & chirpin' & chirpin'! Trippin' & trippin' & trippin'!
Whispers of death
Whispers of death have me aghast, hope defiled on the steps of the brave, symbols of emotionalism right to the last, footprints of sorrow to the grave. Demons guard the gates of hell, chains of disgust seemingly hollow, souls of the
Beneath A Wounded Sky
Beneath the wounded sky sails she In a crystal boat of long lost memories Sails of gossamer wings spread out Pushed by winds of regret and sorrow Beneath the waves souls doth float Misshapen, bent and twisted Crying out for eternity long “Ha
In A Dream
I dared to dream once,of the magic of stars and dancing shadows in the moon lit night.The infamous regale steed carrying the man of my dreams, only to awaken and all take flight.The joy of my miss spent youth is but a fading memory now. It leaves me
done with the hurt and the crying
loneliness and heart break my hour of darkness down at the lonely hearts club
So What
Frustrated at this Point
Unbowed
This poem is in memory of a very dear and close friend who I lost in Vietnam.
World of Whispers
Deep forests
DON'T
Thoughts....
Spirits of the Pharaohs
Trumps and turnips Turned earth turning the meek Have you found the happiness you seek? Did you see the chaos wrought? Great distance or a narrows, Life and love, spirits of the pharaohs, Lover’s lane, or faraway plain, The irony, its all a g
the player
true story. experimenting with style. big Charles Bukowski fan!
Why?
Wife of mine where did we go wrong it seems just yesterday our love was so strong you always believed I just settled for you I don't know what to say I don't know what to do I always felt we should be together side by side through any weath
To have...To have not..
A few general observations about the rich/poor divide in todays materialistic societies....
dragon
Eyes black open wide Smokin nostrils Hot breath Scales of iron Talons sharp Claws to tear flesh from flesh Fiery btearh Flames ignite Hot dragons Wings ready Into the sky Away the dragon Flys thruogh the night
Guilt
Inspired from working in the mental health field...
Bedbugs
Bedbugs when they are engorged on your blood can get to as big as the head on a Lincoln penny. They usually feed at night when you are asleep and crawl back to their hiding spots the rest of the day.
for a better world!
Sometimes feelings are the only thing you have
*HomeGrownAnger*
Bwlah bwlah bwlah! Its how i felt & it speaks its self!
"Crashing the Gate"
Stampeded into the cave my running steps became softly footed breathing hard scared Trample and destroy Was I Upon their back? Riding with the wind swimming with the Sea OH how the haunted hooves of life so gravely stared at me
Hallucinations.
I saw my daughters mother numerous times. Getting out of the car. The kitchen. In the bathroom. I could hear her voice. She has been miles & miles away from me for a long while now. It was kinda crazy & very tormenting. I loved that girl very much!
Mephistophilus
This is somebody I used to know and after many years of rehabilitation has successfully embraced a positive life.
In The Shadows
It follows, from shadow to shadow So close I can almost smell it It’s putrefying rank presence Fear has a terrifying hold on me Will I survive this terrible night?
the identity
Sometimes we are not the same person
Flower
Dont remember when i wrote it and why.There was date on it :)
No Mans Land
No mans land is here and now, I've found it easy,, I know not how,,but here I am on wasted ground,, cant get out,,, just circling round, I feel unsure,,, what's it about,, life's a mess ...more or less.... I hear a sound, lay in the mire,,cover
hey doc, your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock
this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
A MAN MADE A MAD MASTER
i don't have the energy anymore to click my heels so i weep for the innocents dead instead
Mission to Mars
What's on....
The night
One more to hopefully ponder over..!
wordless conversion.
they who say it the most, show it the least. Charity from all around, but out of a jar. given back in the hands of the poor. there's a man in the dark. playing the tones of fear. though his harm are the birds whispering dawn near. the rebirth a
The scared air
The breeze rushed past madly in all directions, Seeking only to evade the onslaught and constant barrage of the winged demon attacking it, Howling and Screaming as it took its beating from such a beautiful thing, Wicked carnage , wreckage and af
The only thing I don't carry is the scythe
A poem about the cold deathly wind of Winter