Transcendance
Ash and steel, the color of the sky. The world weeps, for all graves overflow. But I possess a burning b rand, a divine Disruption. A Holy Light. Even so, my legs and broken, my wings torn From their sockets, my divinity disrupted. I see where
whisper
The coma of night When the city twinkles And all are sleeping, I walk the streets in silence. There is a rare sound Of tires on macadam and then It is gone. Only street cleaners, 7/11 clerks and nurses And others like me, Only they whisp
World of Whispers
Deep forests
Thirst
arizona home
Bend
Addiction
Yearn
I have been alone for far too long.
Torn
loneliness
Visions of Paradise
Four brown geese flying low, Autumn chill and wing tip flow. Visions of freedom Ring through my head, So close to walking Away from the dead. Yearning for love And a breath of fresh air. Away from the steel With nary a care. With
Symphony
I feel the Earth Is the violin. The sea is the bow. With the pulling of the Waves is the pulling of The bow. One last pull Of my waves like my Life before the strings Break and the wood Of the violin is burned To ashes.
The Bending of A Stone
The Stone. It is not the stone that breaks down But myself…and my mind…that wraps…around…the stone. My perceptions of the real. And the unreal. Dorothy dances on the ceiling, And my mind is numb. My mind. A rock? Mayhaps. A Mishap It sits to
soulless
Your death in my arms arrives on swift wings. Light leaves your eyes like the dying embers of A holy flame. You are cold and lifeless, soul-less. The funhouse mirrors shatter from a shockwave Of Death and Fury. Hellfire licks my skin, My eyes
Hansel and Gretel Retold
I heard this story told on Mama's Family Season 4. The one where Mama has to babysit a mean kid. It is a funny episode as this kid ties mama up, fills the bathroom with shaving lather, draws on her table clothe, and many other pranks.
a blind reflection
to the girl destined to be i write u this from me who ever that girl may be
River
Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. Made me a slave to the secrets of your silence. But you told me to stay. And you told me you're mine. And our bodies float on the river to the oceans of demise
Faith In Others
The grave of our youth is up ahead. And life has become a burden. We move in circles of suppressed despair. Waiting for the sun. And turning stones to find evidence. But it hides in the recesses of our hearts. A written decree of our loss. And we car
Going Mad
Walking straight, going mad rebelling fate, looking glad feeling hate, being sad carrying weight, hurting bad alone a man with no men manned owner of nothing, but dirt and sand a scar a bruise, he will stand for a choice he had made, t
A guys thoughts
When you text me on your phone I wonder if your scared or just alone You say your kind of shy thats probably a lie your most likely with some other guy You say you love me but I know you don't your just saying that because you hope that I
Failure
a quick rough draft to be made better later
blaspheme
the worlds a melancholy song we are playing to the beat the worlds a melancholy song we are dancing with our feet just filth pretending we earned our meal garbage acting like we deserve our fill spineless cowards, despicable creatures low
the phone
In my house the day was going great the phone had perfect timing, because I just ate I normally wouldn't answer but, today was different I wanted to hear a voice even, a pointless sentiment Now I woke up pretty early my head was still I
the dark was made for the sun
I've seen the good and the bad i've been pretty happy and pretty sad i've hurt and i've cried i've sinned and i've lied the dark was made for the sun to shun there ain't no such thing as a chosen one the strong ignore, criticise and mock
Hessian Peel
Will their children cry, when their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives, will they feel the same? "I see you my sweet Satan. Come back tonight, out of the courtyard." Her longing for me, coming down like hail. Why did you leave me? Come her
Voice Of Treason
The mist is sleeping on the water. And winter is hiding in my heart. Thorns in my eyes are slowing me down. I can't pass through to the other side. She knows I'm the one who sought her. But when we fall, we'll fall so hard. She holds a secret and won
Cusp Of Eternity
A child of autumn was born into a world of deceit and death and a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away and install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow. She walks across the country, she holds her head up high in the rain. A mother is scre
The Night And The Silent Water
And so you left us. Jaded and gaunt, some September. Wilted with the seasons. But hidden inside the delusion I saw you eyes, somewhere. Devoid of death. The aura poises amidst (the storm). In solid tears I linger, a parlor glade, moonlit sorrow. Lon
I would still be here
I love my mother Although I'll try not to bother But sometimes I can't breath I wish she would see I pull out my inhaler As she pulls out another She lives it upher lips touch the butt My eyes begin to turn red I wish I would be dead My lung
Tears Denied
My teenage years were dark and morbid. I wrote a lot of dark simple poems. I think most of my poems are self explanatory.
Automatic Peril
Lost in a land - all alone - far from home. Nowhere to go - no place to hide. So little truth and too many lies. Violence and greed and religious beliefs. Murder and crime and circumcision - the babies bleed. War and hunger - lust in love.
My True Name
As long as it gets you to where you want to go and back, there should be no need to complain. Unless your a stupid little spoiled brat and you want it no other way. In that case, perhaps it's not your fault and your parents are to blame. Giving y
Alone and Lonely
A short poem I wrote after I got dumped by a past GF.
ANESTHESIA
One day soon there will be a feeling. Of partial loss and constant stealing. One day late it will have no reason. To be its self without even being. Even after the constant laughter. The humiliation grows even louder. Total loss of the sense of
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 1)
would you shed a tear for that 3 legged puppy? or maybe a tear for that rich diseased infested yuppy? how about a would be mother's dead baby? or the poor little girl's pet that has rabies? would you shed a tear? would you shed a tear for a wi
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 2)
would you shed a tear for our global pollution? or maybe a tear for that mad man in an institution? how about a victim's pig brutality? or the world's obsessive desire to chop trees? would you shed a tear? would you shed a tear for homophobe's
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 3)
would you shed a tear for the hole in our atmosphere? or maybe a tear for that minimum wage job no career? how about a stain in your carpet from the wine? or a seeing eye dog's shit below the foot of the blind? would you shed a tear? would you
Anorexic Anxiety
it's you who needs a clue. to be able to eat and chew. able to swallow and grow. create an appetite to blow. able to be concerned. of what you know and what you learned. it's not a question of why? this problem is all in the mind. it's me w
Negative Everything
the world it suffers as it turns to face the sun. light and heat warms up the death and the living ones. dark filled hearts want to kill as they turn from cops to run. cross fire everywhere they're hit now falls their guns. die because you will
Hate Us
fighting the world and all its glory. wishing for the living to tell a true story. hoping for the dead to live once again. living for the dying is nothing but a sin. what is the reason for them all to live? are they able to vouch in what they wa
Duffer Dudgeon
destroy the living for the dying. the happy people are still crying. hearing forgiving fibbers lying. watching forgotten people dying. helpless as we are, we're still trying. secret happenings they're still hiding. darkness through blackness, i
Credence
Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning escapes from my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness. And they all turned awa
Shot at Dawn.
Many of the atrocities of the first world war have faded into history, this typical of the many extremely young men shot at dawn, who in general had suffered the effects of many a horrific battle, were, sick, cold, hungry tired and terrified, seeing their comrades bombed, gassed and cut to ribbons, many lied about their age to fight for King and country, found themselves frozen by fatigue and fear and were charged with cowardice, and within a day without legal representation found guilt and hastily shot at dawn by their comrades. Since I wrote this so many years ago, these brave young men have received a pardon and a memorial erected in their name.
Remmember November
I will probably go to the next union meeting. I might say something like.Let the implemented collective agreement go ahead. You would look like fools if we... "We the member could collectively use our right to get close to fired and let them fight it out or Class action :Lawsuit both of you.LOL We got nothing to loose. I am dreaming of the truth. Yeah
unkown soldier
On cold wet sullen sky The roar of guns fill the air Echos of guns explode In the air Smell of death fire and smoke Decimaties The soul to hide in trenches deep Body laden stenched decay Flows rivers of blood Here lies one unkown