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To my lost soulmate
You are my guiding light, a star, a child.!!
Your spirit in me, you were to be my destiny.!!
You showed me strength, no weakness, just understanding.!!
In my thoughts always, never leaving.!!
Though torn apart, always in my heart.!!
Until my end, then re-united.!!
For my lost angel
Your spirit in me, you were to be my destiny.!!
You showed me strength, no weakness, just understanding.!!
In my thoughts always, never leaving.!!
Though torn apart, always in my heart.!!
Until my end, then re-united.!!
For my lost angel
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I am a writer, this was penned one night as i thought about the only girl i truly loved, we were devoted. After finally getting together, we spent one magical day together, the next day i lost her for always and it nearly killed me. 16 years on i still love her as if yesterday. But this poem hides deep dark emotions.
"A FALSE REALITY" 12/10/1998
I'M LIVING WITH THIS WEIGHT UPON MY SHOULDERS
HEAVY IS THE BURDEN PLACED WITHIN MY SOUL
AND AS I GAZE INTO THE MIRROR UPON MY WALL
IT'S DARK REFLECTIONS REFLECT ALL OF MY WOE...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
MY LIFE'S BLOOD IS FLOWING INTERNALLY
AS THE NIGHTMARE CLOSES ON IN
THIS MUST BE THE NEW BEGINNING
AS THE AGONY INTRUDES TO TAKE MY HAND...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN LIVE WITH THIS RAGE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN BEAR ALL THIS ENDLESS PAIN
I TREMBLE WITHIN THE BLACKNESS FLOWING IN THE NIGHT
I TREMBLE BENEATH THIS FEAR, IN THE SHADOWS I HOLD THE KNIFE...
I'M APPROACHING AN UNHOLY SHRINE
AN ALTER OF ANCIENT SACRIFICE
DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MIND
ARE THE ILLUSIONS THAT SURELY UNWIND...
THEY AWAIT TO BE RELEASED
FROM THE DARK DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
FOR, THE FINAL HOURS ARE AT HAND
AS THE BLOODY DEMONS TAKE CONTROL...
"WE WANT YOUR SOUL, YOU'RE BOUND TO US
THAT'S OUR GOAL, YOUR BLOOD WE LUST
THROUGH THE DARKNESS YOU WILL SEE
HELL'S DOMAIN, OUR BURNING REALITY..."
HELL IS THE BURNING PLACE
AND I HAD OPENED UP IT'S DOORS
DEMONS THEN PROCEED ON THROUGH
NOW TRUE EVIL BECOMES FOREVERMORE...
I'M BURNING FREE WITH FLOWING HATE
TO BE ONE OF THEM
JOINING THEM TO BURN WITHIN
DWELLING IN AN UNHOLY LAND...
A PATHWAY TO ALL MADNESS
A GATEWAY THROUGH ALL SADNESS
MY LIFE AWAITS TO DIE IN VAIN
NOW, THE CHAOS ALL BEGINS...
I STAB MYSELF, I FALL TO DIE
BLOOD FLOWS FREE, MY SUICIDE
I GAZE THROUGH THE ENDLESS WOE
AS I SEE THEM THERE TO CATCH MY SOUL...
AS I STARE INTO THE NOTHINGNESS
THROUGH A BLACKNESS BATHING ME IN BLOOD
I LAY DOWN IN A STILL, CRIMSON POOL
FEELING THE BREADTH OF THOSE WHO COME...
HEAVY IS THE BURDEN PLACED WITHIN MY SOUL
AND AS I GAZE INTO THE MIRROR UPON MY WALL
IT'S DARK REFLECTIONS REFLECT ALL OF MY WOE...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
MY LIFE'S BLOOD IS FLOWING INTERNALLY
AS THE NIGHTMARE CLOSES ON IN
THIS MUST BE THE NEW BEGINNING
AS THE AGONY INTRUDES TO TAKE MY HAND...
THIS NIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER
DESPAIR IS LINGERING ON
IT'S GROWING REALLY COLDER
WIND CHILLS CARESS MY SPINE...
AND, AS I GAZE DEEP IN THE MIRROR
A FEAR IS FLOWING THROUGH MY MIND
DWELLING WITHIN MY CONCIOUSNESS
TO SEE THE PAST VISIONS OF MY LIFE...
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN LIVE WITH THIS RAGE
I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I CAN BEAR ALL THIS ENDLESS PAIN
I TREMBLE WITHIN THE BLACKNESS FLOWING IN THE NIGHT
I TREMBLE BENEATH THIS FEAR, IN THE SHADOWS I HOLD THE KNIFE...
I'M APPROACHING AN UNHOLY SHRINE
AN ALTER OF ANCIENT SACRIFICE
DEEP WITHIN THE BOWELS OF THE MIND
ARE THE ILLUSIONS THAT SURELY UNWIND...
THEY AWAIT TO BE RELEASED
FROM THE DARK DEPTHS OF MY SOUL
FOR, THE FINAL HOURS ARE AT HAND
AS THE BLOODY DEMONS TAKE CONTROL...
"WE WANT YOUR SOUL, YOU'RE BOUND TO US
THAT'S OUR GOAL, YOUR BLOOD WE LUST
THROUGH THE DARKNESS YOU WILL SEE
HELL'S DOMAIN, OUR BURNING REALITY..."
HELL IS THE BURNING PLACE
AND I HAD OPENED UP IT'S DOORS
DEMONS THEN PROCEED ON THROUGH
NOW TRUE EVIL BECOMES FOREVERMORE...
I'M BURNING FREE WITH FLOWING HATE
TO BE ONE OF THEM
JOINING THEM TO BURN WITHIN
DWELLING IN AN UNHOLY LAND...
A PATHWAY TO ALL MADNESS
A GATEWAY THROUGH ALL SADNESS
MY LIFE AWAITS TO DIE IN VAIN
NOW, THE CHAOS ALL BEGINS...
I STAB MYSELF, I FALL TO DIE
BLOOD FLOWS FREE, MY SUICIDE
I GAZE THROUGH THE ENDLESS WOE
AS I SEE THEM THERE TO CATCH MY SOUL...
AS I STARE INTO THE NOTHINGNESS
THROUGH A BLACKNESS BATHING ME IN BLOOD
I LAY DOWN IN A STILL, CRIMSON POOL
FEELING THE BREADTH OF THOSE WHO COME...
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Posted: Dec 2014
About this poem:
I wrote this when i was feeling down, I'm feeling down now. so i thought id type it here...this one is the 4th song on an album i started in 1996 & finshed it in 2001
The album title is called DARK REFLECTIONS........
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine
Insofern möchte Ich versuchen
Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir
Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen
All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte
Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine Angst
Nachzulassen - und in dem Moment, Ich wusste,
Es gab wirklich nichts mehr für mich zu bereuen
Da Gott oben war es so verordnet
Der Ort, wo die Toten zu tun gehen
Vor allem auf der Erde, dass wir vergleichen können
Paradies in der Tat ist so schön und fair
Obwohl von den Ich liebe, Ich bin auseinander
Sie sind nicht in meinem Herzen vergessen.
I look to heaven above and I cry
Inasmuch as I would like to try
My loved ones will not return to me
That is the verdict of this life I see
All my grief was more than I could bear
And it took a long time for my fear
To subside - and in the moment I knew
There was truly nothing left for me to rue
Since God above had decreed it so
The place where the dead do go
Is above all on earth that we can compare
Paradise indeed is so beautiful and fair
Even though from those I love I am apart
They are not forgotten in my heart.
Insofern möchte Ich versuchen
Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir
Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen
All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte
Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine Angst
Nachzulassen - und in dem Moment, Ich wusste,
Es gab wirklich nichts mehr für mich zu bereuen
Da Gott oben war es so verordnet
Der Ort, wo die Toten zu tun gehen
Vor allem auf der Erde, dass wir vergleichen können
Paradies in der Tat ist so schön und fair
Obwohl von den Ich liebe, Ich bin auseinander
Sie sind nicht in meinem Herzen vergessen.
I look to heaven above and I cry
Inasmuch as I would like to try
My loved ones will not return to me
That is the verdict of this life I see
All my grief was more than I could bear
And it took a long time for my fear
To subside - and in the moment I knew
There was truly nothing left for me to rue
Since God above had decreed it so
The place where the dead do go
Is above all on earth that we can compare
Paradise indeed is so beautiful and fair
Even though from those I love I am apart
They are not forgotten in my heart.
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Posted: Dec 2014
Post Comment
A love so tragic
It was summertime in the city james was sick of the innuendos
he was lying in his soft bed
soft light crept through the window
thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head
he thought of the love they shared
he remembers the joy that once overwhelmed him in ecstasy
now showered him in despair
the thoughts that where once friends where now hideous enemys
he thought about that horrid moment when she took up that gun
he still screams in nightmares of that wretched day
her dad was beating her, james didn't know, her brother died Cassandra was done
she took her dads glock and blew her head away
he wished he could have changed things
he was too late it tortured his soul
he wished for a way to repent for his sins
but nothing worked torn in his heart was a hole
that could never be mended never be fixed never be truly filled
he ruminated on the pain and hatred of himself
yet somehow he kept trying to rebuild
his sorrow was eventually replaced by his amassed wealth
he found resolve in money and material items
he drowned himself in superficial pleasures
it was his way. how he repents
financial success in drastic measures
was his way out
then the war came
he died fighting the next day bullet to the mouth
what a shame
he died empty
the message of this poem is not intended to be negative.
the message is that no matter what happens you can move on and suicide is not the answer to anything.you can make it through any pain with determination.while it is true some scars never fully heal they still can heal somewhat and that is all you need to move forward.keep moving forward.thank you.god bless you and keep rocking on
he was lying in his soft bed
soft light crept through the window
thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head
he thought of the love they shared
he remembers the joy that once overwhelmed him in ecstasy
now showered him in despair
the thoughts that where once friends where now hideous enemys
he thought about that horrid moment when she took up that gun
he still screams in nightmares of that wretched day
her dad was beating her, james didn't know, her brother died Cassandra was done
she took her dads glock and blew her head away
he wished he could have changed things
he was too late it tortured his soul
he wished for a way to repent for his sins
but nothing worked torn in his heart was a hole
that could never be mended never be fixed never be truly filled
he ruminated on the pain and hatred of himself
yet somehow he kept trying to rebuild
his sorrow was eventually replaced by his amassed wealth
he found resolve in money and material items
he drowned himself in superficial pleasures
it was his way. how he repents
financial success in drastic measures
was his way out
then the war came
he died fighting the next day bullet to the mouth
what a shame
he died empty
the message of this poem is not intended to be negative.
the message is that no matter what happens you can move on and suicide is not the answer to anything.you can make it through any pain with determination.while it is true some scars never fully heal they still can heal somewhat and that is all you need to move forward.keep moving forward.thank you.god bless you and keep rocking on
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Posted: Mar 2015
Post Comment
Sonnet3
Be you a letter, Oh Kite! For her from me
For you are able to visit the world,
Lies unseen far away, where does live she.
Tell her what stories me she had once told.
Tell her how shy was I in those green days.
Tell her how at present I have been sold.
In this world of money -- so everyone says --
No place to live in; no way to tread on,
Where power and penny matter always.
She lives in the heaven and like the sun
Dazzles with her radiance so brightly.
So tell her over me her grace to rain.
Her blessings if I can receive slightly,
I trust I can manage my way rightly.
For you are able to visit the world,
Lies unseen far away, where does live she.
Tell her what stories me she had once told.
Tell her how shy was I in those green days.
Tell her how at present I have been sold.
In this world of money -- so everyone says --
No place to live in; no way to tread on,
Where power and penny matter always.
She lives in the heaven and like the sun
Dazzles with her radiance so brightly.
So tell her over me her grace to rain.
Her blessings if I can receive slightly,
I trust I can manage my way rightly.
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
Written in memory of my grandmother in 1993.
I return, I think!
Return to me, I say that a lot now
For people I love drop away as though
swallowed by the quaking of the Earth.
Even the crack of thunder peals rhe air
As each gave up an agizing, last breath.
A son, a husband and a first boy
hoiend who was a friend for 55years.
A woman of deep faith for years, I
still ask periodically, Where di they go?
Where are they? and I wonder, will they ever return as I have?
For people I love drop away as though
swallowed by the quaking of the Earth.
Even the crack of thunder peals rhe air
As each gave up an agizing, last breath.
A son, a husband and a first boy
hoiend who was a friend for 55years.
A woman of deep faith for years, I
still ask periodically, Where di they go?
Where are they? and I wonder, will they ever return as I have?
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
2013-2014-2015 lost 3 people closest to me. stopped writing fo a time am back now but wise.
The Rose
Many vivid colours and odorous mementos of days gone by as I stumbled upon a patch of wildflowers one evening. And in this patch was one flower in particular which seemed like it was beaming.
A single rose stood out in all it's glory above the rest, it was as if the flowers grew around her to form a nest. It struck me so odd a single rose could compete with such ravenous flora, but I looked a little closer and saw that the flowers bathed in this rose's aura.
Nestled within the rose at closer glance, many forms of life were within every nook and cranny, I couldn't help myself, from changing stance, of what made it so uncanny.
Just when I thought I had the slightest clue, another person approached from out of the blue. This person thought the same thing as me but his intention was not clear, as he picked the rose out from the roots it held so dear.
I returned a week later to find that the flowers were dwindling, these flowers are missing the rose's roots mingling. Their ecosystem shot, their neighbour has been lost, a strong companion reduced to memories of twinkling.
Then it came to me, the sudden shock of loss; empathy I began to feel. Who would have thought a man would shed tears for a flower it seems surreal. But the truth of the matter is that someone took you for granted, and it is too late to acquire a seed to be planted.
The only hope that is left is blind faith which can never be gone, that you can return to your former glory as the rose that shone.
A single rose stood out in all it's glory above the rest, it was as if the flowers grew around her to form a nest. It struck me so odd a single rose could compete with such ravenous flora, but I looked a little closer and saw that the flowers bathed in this rose's aura.
Nestled within the rose at closer glance, many forms of life were within every nook and cranny, I couldn't help myself, from changing stance, of what made it so uncanny.
Just when I thought I had the slightest clue, another person approached from out of the blue. This person thought the same thing as me but his intention was not clear, as he picked the rose out from the roots it held so dear.
I returned a week later to find that the flowers were dwindling, these flowers are missing the rose's roots mingling. Their ecosystem shot, their neighbour has been lost, a strong companion reduced to memories of twinkling.
Then it came to me, the sudden shock of loss; empathy I began to feel. Who would have thought a man would shed tears for a flower it seems surreal. But the truth of the matter is that someone took you for granted, and it is too late to acquire a seed to be planted.
The only hope that is left is blind faith which can never be gone, that you can return to your former glory as the rose that shone.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem on the anniversary of the death of a friend lost to a murderous husband. The poem itself is an abridgement of an analogy of her life as I saw it and how she affected everyone around her. RIP Sam.
Enough said...
Many Questions can be asked,
as time pushed by process moves trepidly to the past,
Each tragic day sorrowful tears are shed,
media pounce on pain like flees to a warm bed.
Vultures to be fed
false empathy in fashioned jeopardy
Enough said...enough said
as time pushed by process moves trepidly to the past,
Each tragic day sorrowful tears are shed,
media pounce on pain like flees to a warm bed.
Vultures to be fed
false empathy in fashioned jeopardy
Enough said...enough said
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
These few lines were written a few days ago while listening to the news and the way sorrow and misery is portrayed. Each station has it's own agenda and way of expressing the pain that the victims are feeling but with a cold and de-saturated position regardless of how they try to be sincere.
Haiku-3
on forgotten graves
candles do not burn
by forgotten graves
lost souls wander
on my forgotten grave
I sit remembering
candles do not burn
by forgotten graves
lost souls wander
on my forgotten grave
I sit remembering
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Posted: Dec 2015
Post CommentWaiting for the end
It is not with wisdom
nor captured spirit
but with cold abandonment
that I am walking here
It is not with courage
nor hopes of winning
but with hate that I come here
It is not with chance
nor reason understood
but with loss
that I wait here
It is not for me to decide
what end I will meet
only to decide what end
I will greet.
nor captured spirit
but with cold abandonment
that I am walking here
It is not with courage
nor hopes of winning
but with hate that I come here
It is not with chance
nor reason understood
but with loss
that I wait here
It is not for me to decide
what end I will meet
only to decide what end
I will greet.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 2016
About this poem:
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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