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Sometimes I feel as if I need rest.
But it is just not to be.
Sometimes I feel like I am lost.
But I am not, here I am.
Sometimes I feel sad for no reason at all.
Sometimes happy.
At the most inappropriate times.
I have been called shy.
I am not.
I have been called eclectic.
Maybe.
I have been called a leader.
And almost in the same breath called a loner.
I have been told I look sexy.
And also told I look like the all American girl.
I have been called short.
I have been called tall.
No wonder I am confused.
And don't know myself at all.

The words the man had to live with,
He knew had to hold themselves silent in his heart.
They dug themselves deep into his soul,
As not to come out before their verses part.

He spoke loosely,
As to show those he loved he did not judge.
But as they comforted him on his death bed,
His last thought was they thought him dumb.

Placed upon the strength of time
a strangle hold.......
has been

Twisting itself
to morbid deep darkness

with such creeping
mists

no sunlight
not etched or burst

"My god is this a first"!

creaking upon the worn floor boards
upon my feet of history
gave rise and sense

to a wonderment of mystery


silence in the soul
would befall me
with one mighty slash

tearing ripping
cornered edges of my
being

clinging to all I knew

no whispers came upon me

of devastating trails?

He could have left me

To unwind, unravel the ivory notes

Tho cautious
I sunk unto the tune

I had to breath

The "strings" of the color "blues"
sifted through my bones

like the liquid of amber
now encased cocooned

what many a raw delicate
nakedness revealed

that I released my own grip

and from myself I was healed

My body jolts to an
Upright position, sweat
Pouring off my brow, streaming into
My eyes, burning them
As if I just left Hells fire!
Heart racing, almost to
The brink of a heart attact.
Fear so high, every nerve
In my body screams in pain!

The fear was overwhelming;
It was as if the nightmare had
Overcome me and permanently held
My mind captive.

I go the bathroom, run cold water,
Splash it on my face,
No relief.
My mind curses's itself;
How can it release demons
Upon itself?

There is no answer; I
Go out to the deck,
Hoping a smoke eases the fear.
Hands trembling so badly, I
Strike the lighter countless
Times before the tobacco
Stick glows and gives up
Its soothing but deadly aid.

No avail, it's a useless
Jesture, a water gun gun against
A raging forest fire; a
Rabbit facing a wolf.

My heart is still racing, my
T shirt wet, soaked with
Perspiration.
Inhaling deeply, still
Feeling no relief; I flip
It out into my front yard,
And return to my room.

I stand there and just stare
At my bed, which just minutes
Ago offered me tranquility.
The fear still runs deep;
Images now faded, but still
Haunt me, forbid me to
Take comfort between the sheets.

Laying back down, and pulling
The bed clothes over my still
Quaking body, I close my eyes
And await for slumber; and
For my mind to
Release the demons once more.

In darkness it exists,
In shadows in the mist,
A twisted wicked fist,
Grips an ancient evil list,
It's the devils master plan,
Armageddon is at hand,
I see the end...,
I see a time aproaching rapidly,
When all things shall cease to be,
It's a plaugue of angry rage that parades this age,
Death and devastation hanging rank in the air,
This cresting wave is caveing,
Noone's aware,
Noone's prepared,
It's like noone cares,
I see a holocaust and I'm lost,
In the horrendously awful sight,
Amid atomic flashes of white hot light,
Mushroom clouds turn day to night,
The land in ashes,
Scorched dirt,
Sorrow fills an empty earth...,
This is the path of mans own choosing,
Waging a war everyones losing,
I see man will be mans own undoing,
Here we are at the end my friends,
Here we are at Armageddon...

Your insults fly across the room, your screaming gets so loud.
Your gestures so predictable, offending me so proud.
My children having nightmares, my dignity is drained,
If i say black, you say white, your driving me insane!
My face familiar with your fist,that once you loved to touch,
It's numb from pain, locked up in chains, my spirit you have crushed,
The tears at home are endless, these walls have much to hide,
These secrets that you make us keep are buried deep inside.
Your children beg and plead with you, a daddy they both need,
A father isn't just for looks or just to make mom bleed.
Respect: A foreign word we've heard, not practiced in our house,
Replaced by shame, and your to blame, but so am I some how.
I mostly fear your silence, it signals me to hide,
You'll find me underneath our bed, got caught you heard me sigh.
Another beating once again, there's danger straight ahead,
You won't be happy till I'm gone and buried, finally dead.
The Place I find most comforting, my pain I can deposit,
Is in my temple where I dwell, with secrets in my closet!

In the corner of the room there sits a man in constant gloom,
It seemed the sun would soon appear, but lightening made it disappear
From a whimper to a cry slowly travelled down his eye,
Never travelled very far but never the less it left a scar.

Solitaire , alone in the night , thought he saw a ray of light
First a flicker then a spark but the ache is strongest in the dark
And so the ache that wouldnt go should be melted as the snow
Becuse the feeling wouldnt die he closed his eyes and said goodbye

And loneliness like a stream ever so still
Don't it seem , like a maze takes forever to reach the other side
A seemingly neverending bend..
Can you get out because if you can,
Outside awaites a revolving door,
To take you back again ...

I was in the area.. so decided to stop by
and see him at work..one day around lunchtime.
there you sat in your jeep.. so i got in,
you seemed surprised but happy to see me..
You opened your lunchbox, and my heart grew cold and weak
it was empty save for three beers and a mickey of cc ..
Seeing the look on my face.. You said please don't look
at me with that look of disappoinment..
And then offered me a drink.. it was 1145 am..
I drove home in a fog, emotions running the gamut.
dissapointment, fear and anger.. overwhelming me..
And wondering about the people who would be driving
the same highway, a few short hours later that day..
Never suspecting that the nice looking man in the black jeep
had just had a liquid lunch that day.

In flavour's no taste,carnaged influence at crack of no soul, dignified dignity still on parole as it grabs all ur life ram stuffed tight in a hole. . iron crossed body under arms ice is thin you live in the dark my light melts your thin Ice. A chance you've been given to an still you don't see, ur the reap'r of you dysfunctional a stray as your time card at end holds truth an WILL STAY~

Alone along the grisly timbers and stone filled wooded trails
The poet sat against a fence and considered all his ails

The fence of stone and iron, wrought- something like his life
Cold and gray and sharp and hard, filled with pain and strife

The moon was dim when should be bright and full it hung, but low
When pen to parchment did inscribe, the darkness, then, did grow

He wrote of love, and loss, and life, and held his shaking quill
His eyes he sharped, senses tapped, when noticed something killed

In the light that offered but few shapes he could discern
He this night would be the first of sinister deeds to learn

A body, dark, stained in blood lay there upon the path
Snow white skin, night black hair, distressed and thickly mat

He stared and sought for clues or keys to solve this sudden scene
But then the sight sent him chills through bones and spine and spleen

Her hand had moved, and towards him raised, clutching empty air
Her head turned then, her eyes locked his with cold and deadly glare

The body rose, arms extended, and shook with violent force
The sight was shocking, but understated, what came thereaft was worse

Discarding robe, dark wings burst forth and seemed then so possessed
Dark black feathers and dark black eyes, the shape him did impress

Whether this the poet saw we may consider forever more
Though unknown he wrote at length his ode to her: Lenore