THE CROWGlistening feathers,
Blacker than the darkest night
A specter weaving through the clouds
Majestic is his flight
Piercing eyes reach into my soul
From the netherworld he will come
When I am no longer whole
Spawned from the magick of old
In a lingering mist he waits
Cast in velvet shadows so cold
Roses fall upon my grave
Talons clasp my fading spirit
A fallen love will he save
Shrieks echo across a leaden sky
Life descends to the arms of death
Scarlet tears begin to fly
Memories my heart cannot sever
Broken dreams whisper —
real love is forever
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
Forever the RavenousBeyond the veil hallowed, I am Witches blood & wine;Forever the Ravenous in Free Verse More Like This
flame of throne, soothsayer & death, magick seething
Come hither; drink me dark'n divine
Whispers of Night's harvest, ravenous in twilight eerie;
— tongues of Crows in gothic serenade
Poised in wilderness shadowed, I beseech thee:
"O' darkest Love, seek me in decay, dripping from thy lips"
Incantations of the Moon glisten from mine eyes ...
Seraphic-winds undress Demons in the trees;
— dreaming streams o'er Nature's breast
Black-feathered-Priests covet my nocuous splendor
— For I am Winter's nocturne —
a dark-mantra, salivating on the edge of the world
And so she peered into the embers of my soul —
cloaked in a dream, falling, where savage wings fly
Thou art the evening tide... the mystique I shall love;
Evermore, unto a sea of black roses, from grave to sky
— Arthur Crow © 2012
Sanctum of Wine and ShadowSanctum of Wine and Shadow in Free Verse More Like This
Upon one Night's tempest, my hunger did beckon ever darkly:
"In nomine dei Nostri Satanas Luciferi Excelsi!"
And in the perfume of immortality, I bathed deep and long ....
Within the labyrinth of melancholy, I am the black flame gleaming;
befallen in the mist when closed thine eyes
Harken thee, River's blush weeping scarlet in nocturnal ballad
In orphaned prophecy, I am the lust of sacrament —
dark enchantment wanton — Hade's syrup undressing in your soul
I have crossed oceans of time, haunted by thy gaze and lips,
lost in whispers of passion dripping like song into folding horizons
Eons spent, yet thy figure dark, I crave solemn upon Raven's call
For thou art the breath of a rose entombed in velvet-nightfall ...
'Our lives are but confessions of beasts and things forsaken;
— woven into a bloody tapestry of a Lover's fable
My wound is the requiem of the sky, the exodus of daylight
Across sanguine fields I hath sojourned, coveting winds sable
Seek you me, for
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon in Free Verse More Like This
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides —
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla in Free Verse More Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
Upon A kiss of Wild ThingsLike the frosts spread across valleys silent and drearyUpon A kiss of Wild Things in Free Verse More Like This
Ever my longing lost in shimmers of shadow & wind
And days bled into years.. the tides became deserts
Thru seasons untamed, I hunted and found her gaze,
peering in a song deep and hallowed
Horizons quivered like ghosts cast in Winter’s dream
— where hearts once bloomed a fabled sky
Lest the Moon would bestow solace upon my dread:
I am but madness, haunted by her solemn breath
My soul shall yield to this mythic abyss —
wandering forests bereft of Autumn’s decree
We are warriors in a ballet of snow darkly falling;
betwixt worlds forgotten, and lives entombed ...
‘Whispers in the mist — two spirits — forever calling
— Arthur Crow © 2013
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;Witching Hour in Free Verse More Like This
passion of the Witch broods in forests dark'n wanton
Raven hair black as coal, bathes in winds hallowed
Arcane Moon beckons thirst of tongue
Flamed breath her blood song feasts stars & sky
Magick befalls in shadowy mists of spectral rain
Serpents rise like waves of liquid ivy,
as her soul wallows in the rapture of Winter's pain
O'er Earth and stone, ravenous streams bequest
twilight of dreams and sweet flesh
Enchanted in nocturnal fields, I lust evermore
Like velvet wine, the river ebbs and flows,
unto dark magick of her soul, shall be the lore
Arthur Crow © 2012
The River Acheron(a movement of blood - destiny)The River Acheron in Free Verse More Like This
It is a place where life ends and love begins..
It is the river where lovers meet
~ A river forged in deepest scarlet.
Lost in the silence of blackened candles,
clad in silhouettes of poison I seek love
In the song of a ravaged dawn I hath drowned
Deep in the flesh of the underworld I bathe in
the nectar of requiem
O' father, caress my untamed wounds with
your dread, lest I wander among angels
Dark'n dreary the river's sorrow, as shadows
spill from mine eyes unto gardens of ebony
where my ache forever sails in portraits
of scarlet & decayed dreams
Under a blood-filled sky, I shall undress you
in the abyss of my dead soul
The wilderness of your lips I will ordain in
temples of melancholy as you lust and wither
Ash and sanguine bespeaks in the mists of
my sable carriage as haste I night's garnish
Surrender thee to eudemon horizons for
thou hath become the audience of
my eternal darkness
Bequeath your soul t
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
Pauper's DreamsPauper's Dreams:Pauper's Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
The dry autumn leaves
Are like the dreams of the poor
Crunching beneath feet...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th April 2012
As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:As The Skies Parted in Free Verse More Like This
As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.
The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.
Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars of rage and anger
Thousands more fell to the plagues unleashed upon the people;
For famine and sickness claimed far more than the flame and stone...
All this, was contained within a magical snowglobe
A special artifact presented to the crew-member named Reaper
On a special day known as his birthday...
It was a gift from the Captain, forged with the m
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
A Shattered IllusionA Shattered Illusion:A Shattered Illusion in Free Verse More Like This
A day that was born of the brightest light
Has now shattered like crystals in the sinking dark
Where once the spirit was unfettered and free
Now it weeps painfully in a cage of thorns
Blood is drawn from its tender flesh
And drips slowly down to mark the skin
A tattoo of pain forever remembered
By a ghost that lives within
There is emptiness in this void
A cold and lonely song of existence
A solemn note born from the sheer magnitude of the silence
That it deafens both the heart and mind
In the quiet serenity of utter despair
What is born from the lack of a sense of hope?
A cold determination to steal the future
From the wanton wheel of fate...
"Such is the nature of desperation, when caught in an endless cycle of hate..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th July 2012
Immortal ButterflyImmortal Butterfly:Immortal Butterfly in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the Immortal Butterfly
Translucent wings that drank from the sky
Glittering dust would fall with every flap
Like warm tears dripped upon my tiny back
I would always chase this butterfly
as it makes its way across the sky
When I look I feel as though I can forget
The painful needles that twist into my back
I would always dream of this butterfly
and I wonder if I could ride it and fly in the sky
When I dream about it, I don't regret
Not being able to leave this tiny bed
Sometimes I can't see the butterfly
My vision turns grey like a stormy sky
I get scared during those times, because it makes me think
Of how everything could fade, before my eyes can blink
I remember when you first brought me this butterfly
You said you plucked it right out of the sky
Did you know it was the first thing that made me smile?
I'll tell you that story, so let me rest awhile...
I love...this little butterfly
It gave me dreams...of a beautiful sky
Although it was somethi
Blood CrusadeBlood Crusade:Blood Crusade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They rode upon the backs of thundering horses
for faith had unleashed a terrible beast
These men would offer their souls in service
to the dark unholy priests...
"To what end do we serve our Lord and Master
is justice not the ultimate form of faith?
Should we not stand and fight in his name
to cleanse the Earth of this heathen waste!"
It was these orators, chaplains of faith;
men of the cloth who bore a fire
They lit their brothers with impassioned speeches
fueled by their own desire...
They taught their followers that blood was faith
and devotion was found at the edge of a blade
"Blessed is the mind too small for doubt
for the faithful shall never be swayed..."
The men who accepted them, though pure at heart
would soon be eaten by Lust and Greed
For Wrath had become a norm of existence
and death became a Templar's creed...
But woe betide the man who slaughters
for his soul shall be forever stained
And no penance may ever remove this grief;
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:Where Angels Play in Free Verse More Like This
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...
The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012
Breaking FreeBreaking Free:Breaking Free in Free Verse More Like This
I sit here waiting, in the coldest of cells
Outside I hear them screaming for blood
I know that they mean to kill me soon
Yet somehow my spirit remains resolved and calm
As they march me to the gallows, wrapped in chains
I grin knowingly as they force me to kneel
Each and every man in the audience, waits for this moment
They know that something is about to change!
An eldritch wind ripples through the air
And I can feel it wrapping around my beating heart
It makes me feel like breaking the conventions:
The ones that I've torn apart...
And as they make me bow before the guillotine
I can feel a sense of unrivaled excitement
This is the moment where things will change!
I can sense it in the way that the air is moving
As one I see the masses rise, they become tall-
Like giants made of flesh and anger!
They break like the tide upon the guards holding me
Setting me free once more...
And as I redeem my hat from the clutches of the self-righteous
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,The Possession in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he stops to maul my soul.
He just laughs at me with his salacious snare,
But I cannot breach his reason breaking risk's rule.
The Solemn VersesI spend my days awake in the darkness,The Solemn Verses in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where going forward in life is but a guess.
Alone I muse on the memories I regret,
Images that floods me in cruel embarrassment,
But I fear not the experiences I won't forget.
So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.
I spend my nights dead to the nightmare,
Too cold to the rhythmic heartbeats that care.
Alone I ponder on the possessions I bide,
Items that curses me in flawed attainment,
But I hate not the actions I won't hide.
So you think you know everything about me?
You understand what makes me truly tick,
And how you can cause my conscience to click.
You really believe everything you hear and see,
To a point where my death is all you'll hold dear.
I spend my time lost in the torment,
If veracity is hard thoughts for which I vent.
Alone I remember on the rage
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
If This Be My LastIf this be my last,If This Be My Last in Free Verse More Like This
I'd better scar the sordid skin,
With a blade cut flourishing fast.
I might not know where to begin,
But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.
If this be my last,
I'd better bruise the bloody bone,
With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.
I never believed this could happen,
But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.
If this be my last,
I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,
With a scythe flash punishing past.
I could suffer so much internal pain,
But I'll always have these umbra urges again.
In A Forest DarkGliding in sable forests I stalk,In A Forest Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Upon cracking sticks and velvet soil,
I sail onwards under my fearless walk.
Never knowing how lost I have become,
Grasping arms entrap me in their horrendous home.
Wandering in dark woods I muse,
Along rushing streams and chaotic moss,
I'll be given a simple choice but I will refuse.
To continue onwards to the lair of death,
Weeping stares will consume my beastly breath.
Stumbling in black trees I trek,
Across waiting stones and fragile twigs,
I journey further until I reach a ghostly wreck.
In an oasis of green flourishing in a placid scene,
Studying acutely it's image of an object obscene.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
I feel so numb...I'm lost between worlds of paradise and beyond,I feel so numb... in Free Verse More Like This
Striving for eternity to find and bath in life's pond.
I hesitated and I lost myself
Desperate, doomed, eidolon of thyself.
I feel so numb in the inside,
My pain and wounds bring out this tide
Of blood, of hate,
Rains of the dead
(This Armageddon of the sad)
You heal me in my deepest despair,
You feel my aura with the freshest air.
You hold me tight, give me your kiss,
Enchanting my presence with your golden bliss.
I feel so numb in the inside,
Open up your wings so wide
For tomorrow, to the end,
As time shall for forever stand
(This hourglass of blood and sand)
My heart is the contraption of tormented souls
Like a banshee empowered by the deathly howls.
I got numb in the inside,
I've lost so much, I've lost my mind.
I feel so numb in the inside,
Yelling out this line with pride.
Run away, stay away!
There's nothing left that you should say.
I will decay time
I will take what's mine
I shall set the bones afire,
Burning bodies on the pyre.
The Rain of TearsStanding in the rainThe Rain of Tears in Free Verse More Like This
Feeling deathly pain
She turned her head to me
A sight I couldn't bear to see.
Lost in a maze of eyes
I tried to catch time as it flies
I stood still, frozen in deep
As the girl started to weep.
And she wept, she wept alone
Frightening me to the bone
I couldn't see now what to do
I felt like her; we felt so blue.
Standing in the rain, it rained
Wildest feelings to be tamed
The girl stopped. She looked at me
Purest marble, young and free.
We stood still, embraced the warmth
It kept pouring very hard
We danced dances (unreal glee)
It all seemed like a dream to me.
Out of the blue then I could feel
The girl's smile turned on life's wheel
I closed my eyes; I sighed; I blinked
Lost in love memories shirked
"Take my hand, look in my eyes
Tell me truth, forsake all lies"
She whispers in the shaking breeze
As my face, my paw, all freeze.
"What do you want me to be?
Is it the man you see in me?"
I recalled memories of love
Sweet dreams lived under this cove.
Empty, lost, lo
Bleeding HeartAfter you left, I bathed in nonsenseBleeding Heart in Free Verse More Like This
The lies, the suffering,
The murmur, the awakening
My heart was overrun by pestilence.
You sit still in your room
Gazing the stars
Dreaming of wars
My heart is bleeding and shall die soon.
Lost in the gold
Bestowed upon by your eyes.
As when I see them I start to shake
My limbs freeze
My thawing heart,
A place like no other,
The cage of souls, of loves, of deadly gases
This toxic kiss,
These poisoned lips
I never touched
Are stirring the same acid in me
The last thing I saw
The last thing I wrote in this poem without ending
Is of me, the poet, dwelling in anguish, laying in hiding
Nonsense, just words
Words upon a paper, black on white
This line refers to her,
And this one to my heart;
A story without an end
Dead PassionI am the oneDead Passion in Free Verse More Like This
I hate everything when it comes to this
It rains with blood and hatred.
Crimson thoughts from the same head
Warning you all: run away
Angel on a death bed
I hate you
More than ever.
Sell your soul to the devil
And ally with me.
I will break rules and bones
And eat the night!
I hate you all.
Fear me when you hear me!
Flee me when you see me!
I am dread incarnate!
My passion for lust it is.
My passion for the dead it is
But I love life as it is
I want redemption for hope there is
I long for it.
But I'm still not turned to light to full
Pull the plug, end the pain.
You are here in vain.
I really hate it all.
53. Keeping a SecretWhat does it take to keep a secret,53. Keeping a Secret in Free Verse More Like This
To protect the contents of a Pandora's Box?
The world is cruel, words are so harsh
Do you believe in Ghosts of the Past?
Keep the Secret, do not despair
Do not let doom poison the air
Keeping a secret is lore
Of those with a pure heart
And an even purer core.
Cancerous LoveMy emotion's like a tumor laughing in your faceCancerous Love in Free Verse More Like This
Cancerous love, gangrenous pain, I feel lost in its pace.
Deadly love that spits out hell; all is coming from below
I've lost my grasp on what was love; I've lost it all, I was too slow
So there's cancer everywhere, heart is broken, jaws will rest
No more nights to savage, kill, take a trip into death's nest.
Cancerous love's a great mirage; all is fading now to black
You've returned; you're here right now; you've lost my mind along your track.
Storm is rising from within; all I know is trapped beneath
Now I succumb to old pain wondering why I can't breathe
Oh my God, I feel so reaped, I'm thereby marked by my own sin!
Thoughts from this severed head, lies of the unholy and unclean
Your tumorous love steals away my life, yet I still live
And your cancerous lies steal away my youth, they cleave
And your chance is all you've taken against me, I bleed,
All until the next red dawn, next tomorrow's cancerous seed&
Don't Stop"Every moment of light and dark in Life is a miracle." Tuomas HolopainenDon't Stop in Free Verse More Like This
I run and run and run and run
Through Hell as I'm seeking Heaven
I run and run towards the infinite
From nothing I rebuild,
Castles of sand and granite.
Never give in;
Eaten by daemons within.
Never give up;
There's always a new start.
Never look back;
The world will never react.
Never dare cry;
Without letting them try.
This world would surely lie.
Rot in pain, cursed hand.
Your words hurt me so
You've build castles of sand
In there to hide your woe.
The last power chord
The last line
The last symbol
We all whine.
"Don't stop believing!"
Psychosis-necrosis-Psychosis in Free Verse More Like This
Tempest shadows from the past
Idioms, words to spill this blast.
Morning dawn to shed it fast
Retreat and lick my wounds I must
Broken mind and stolen reason
I feel like caged in my own prison
Broken lies and stolen words
Intoxicated by my chords.
Drowning myself in deep psychosis
I cannot move through neurosis
Cataclysmic fall from grace
Silenced by time's dark lace.
Abused and mocked beyond it all
Now the curtains start to fall
I cannot see the twilight dawn
Whispering to night's dark spawn
"I see crystal-clear decay
Coming for you all the way"
I turn my head. In fear I run
Lost to all, the lonely son
I drink waters of black mists
I breathe air of poison wisps
Like the demons who will kill
I chose to follow my own will
And spirits flew away from time
As the planets came in line
One by one they shared psychosis
Blistered into deep necrosis
I stood and watched the show in pain
Crying to the world in vain
In deep pain then I succumbed
Hanging by the void's
Me...Admist the purple waterfalls, there can be no peace of mind; there is only struggle.Me... in Emotional More Like This
A struggle bound to cease when the last songmaker's cry is heard by the world. Until then, I might choose to follow an idol and become an escapist, or to be myself and lose this "self" throughout this world.
Whatever my final choice would be, I will always love the world: from Earth to Reticuli and beyond, to the never-ending crescent Universe, an infinite infinity seeded deep into the souls of mortal poets, lost and found; lost and never-found. Love until the end of this plane!
The Universe laughs at us and sears us with the force of the Macrocosm.
SelficideThere's something gathering insideSelficide in Free Verse More Like This
I've said too much but I haven't said enough
More like a suicide, smelling of a selficide
One cannot endure life as tough
But when one sees lights through particles of soul-ice
Then he knows truths that are masked by time
He gets to know poisoned lips that spell lies
and black thoughts emanating the end of the line.
I smell this selficide there's something gathering inside.
It's all in my veins; it's all in me deep.
I cannot foresee the future of my dying pride.
I cannot remember; memories dead, memories sleep
All I know is that there is no light at the end of this tunnel.
No curtain to be lifted for to show a rainbow.
There is no gold left in me to pay taxes to the sentinel
to keep my mind and spirit clean and in pure flow
Why is this the deadliest sin? To love
Why am I brought before memories so thin? As you
Sorrows within, dark storms will form above
Believe in my words, the selficide is true
Broken GlassesThe tale began with my trudge down the road.Broken Glasses in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hidden faces piercing me; were I some sort of a show?
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late,
but even before I could have realized, my glasses broke.
If I were to wear them,
would appear the people,
who imitated my friends.
But sculptures too erode; they're nothing anymore,
through my broken glasses.
I once sensed the feel,
were I lost in lost spaces;
for them I wasn't even real.
Nothing more I'll be, they still jeer at me,
while I wear broken glasses.
She did love me once,
such long time ago,
when times were not tense.
But breaking a pledge? That I shall never forget
while I wear broken glasses.
But still rose those whispers "It was you who never knew them"
Then I realized that all I see, I realized all I feel
is not reality; for hidden was the truth within.
Within the faces piercing,
for I saw these faces after my glasses broke.
In truth were they true friends,
merry tunes in silence of grief,
but late it is
A better motherA better mother in Emotional More Like This
Time unravels it's a fact of life. The words kept resonating in her mind as her stare traced the edges of the expensive NARS blush on marking her cheeks and the Sephora eyeliner that had been applied so precisely
"Why do you go out with those boys? They are a bad lot! You-!"
"What the hell do you know you hag-"
"Watch your tongue, I am your mother! What if the gang takes you in an empty parking lot-"
"And what? Rape me?"
"With those vulgar things you wear, yes!"
"This is called brand, woman! You are an old ignorant lady, sewing mufflers for her daughter that she hates to wear; it's pathetic!"
"Is trying to protect you pathetic-"
"Yes it is! I just wish I had a better mother than you"
"A better mother? Better than one who prays for yo-"
"Yea, yea not listening!"
"You think you can do a better job than me the way you are?"
"Much better thank you, but I hope you are not alive to see!"
Charlotte's mother went silent. She broke into tears at the final statement, openl
I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.I was sorrowful oh rain in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?
Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill
I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands
But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue
Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by
A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade
My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slow paced violin, the tears start to drop.
I smile through sky's tears; the hum fills my ears;
the raindrops from heaven descend dissolving my fears
Be no mans grace open, my companion's the sky.
It shares my own sorrows; it too weeps and cries.
My hands rise up high as I thank gain n again,
"Blessed be you for coming for I was sorrowful oh rain!"
I laugh out alou
I lived a lieI lived a lie in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A stagnant moment it took to rise
for conflicts within, abstained my eyes
to divert from those slabs of stone.
A crime repeated, condemned, atoned.
Although such crimes are ripples of past,
such ripples, oh why you travel so fast?
Reminders of a crime repeated,
same words, same etches again mistreated.
Long ago intertwined with me;
was an essence of truth and serenity.
But Glad was I? No feelings did stir.
I cruelly stomped the love in her.
I ended a smile, I shattered a heart;
shred the web of love apart;
I swelled a tear in her forlorn eyes,
she closed those eyes, a sniff did rise.
A smile again, though very weak it was.
She bowed, and thanked, oh she hid the claws!
That tore at that poor soul, her soul did wear.
Stoned was I? Why did I not care?
To nurse and tend a flailing soul;
my judgment infected with pestilence deplore.
Repelled now by such sordid thoughts,
Will crying help? No! It will not!
I felt too, an ache of care, so now I
thrash through the ripples and scream out why!
I wanted to make friendsI wanted to make friends in Short Stories More Like This
The psychiatrist held the door as a hesitant child of age eight walked in and sat on the small stool. The psychiatrist sat opposite to him.
"Hello George, I am Dr. Majid. How are you doing?"
"I am sad Doctor No one plays with me and I am always alone at school."
"I am sure it will be fine after some days. So George, do you know why I have called you here?"
"No I don't know"
"Well then George you know about Shelly? You know what happened to her?"
"Yes Doctor I know. Why?"
"I want to know what happened when you last saw Shelly. Everything okay George? This is very important"
"Okay Dr "
"Can you please tell me what happened?"
"Well Shelly never talked to me Doctor No boy or girl talked to me."
"I am sorry to hear that George. It is very tough to go to school like that. Now what happened at school?"
"A few days after school started again, I took some thing from Shelly. I took Shelly's Barbie pencil case."
"Did you ask her first?"
"No I didn't"
"That is stealing George; whe
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.
Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.
Theirs tales shriek through nights
their talks ignite fights
reminding of lost fame
of love, passion proclaimed.
Of days full of glory
such sad, mournful stories,
of children's laughs set ablaze
what cruel sadistic games.
Play on, it's your forte
laugh, sneer and gloat,
but Mother Nature, fools were they
hearts meant to go astray.
True, your love they betrayed
alas humans were they
Promise off a million stars"A million..."Promise off a million stars in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yes a million stars... perhaps there are more. You know what they remind me of?"
"What of it...?"
"You know, I shall give you a million present-"
"Oh stop it!" She giggled "There is no way-"
"What if... I do?"
"Hmm... well I won't like that"
"Huh? Why not?"
"You see, if you give me a million presents together, there won't be anything to give on my next birthday. So give them slowly..."
"Hmm... just one big present every birthday?"
She giggled again and traced the ground with her little fingers while
A loved ones DemiseA loved ones Demise in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Even for the most sturdy souls,
a tear or sniff is meant to rise
When they witness a loved one's demise.
The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tearsThe Man without a Face in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced his name
he beamed when spat at; he felt no shame
He would pose a victim, he would express pain
he then shall betray that companion, again and again
Yet if one ponders with reason, the fault is not his;
not knowing purpose of life created what he is
so he adapts like the crops that adapt to the rain
all he does is adapt to what shall bring him gain
A corpse no
Nothing you could do"There is nothing you could do about it". That was something that always made me cry when I recalled it for the last few years.Nothing you could do in Emotional More Like This
I had heard it since I was a little boy wearing shorts running around in school. One day during our dodge ball practice my friends accidentally hit a girl sitting alone on a bench. It bruised her arm.While the other boys continued playing with no concern, I approached her, sitting nervously at the other end of the bench.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
She rubbed her arm a few times where the ball had hit her and then withholding tears she gave a weak smile "Its ok, the pain cannot be lessened. There is nothing you can do about it"
I handed her my lunch.
Since then we sat together and ate our lunch. She was a sweet girl, always optimistic and had a keen interest in the philosophy of reasoning. Being a small child I noticed this, years later.
Years later when it was raining and we both ran, covering our heads with the heavy medical books our college had
EmpathyTake deep breaths.Empathy in Free Verse More Like This
Try to relax.
You aren't hurt,
But you can feel
Your protective shell
Closing up around you.
You still sense
Everything around you,
But it's starting to dull,
As you grow more reclusive.
Empathy certainly has
Your heart keeps racing
Like the car that
Turn in front of him,
But everyone is fine.
It will be alright.
You'll get over it.
Please, stop crying.
BeingBeing a girlBeing in Free Verse More Like This
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
Colors of the LakeOften, words only needed to be written.Colors of the Lake in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, words are meant to entertain--
Collections of words
That want to be discovered.
But when you start to see them,
You don't see the letters;
You don't read the language anymore.
You fall gracefully,
And you are submerged
By liquid words
As they rush to slip over your eyes.
You breathe in,
And meaning fills you
Like air should.
When the bottom finds you,
It catapults you to the surface.
You cough and really breathe again,
Only to realize,
You never left the ground.
You know you were in the water,
At least in your dream.
And though that memory never leaves you,
The experience will leave you changed.
You see, you find the words have meaning,
Even if they weren't meant to.
Spoken words tend to puddle
From the ones that fall like rain,
But when sitting there too long,
They mostly vanish all away.
But others, written down,
Become a body very deep
That reflect some people looking
With the colors of the lake.
InvisiblePeople feel sorry for thoseInvisible in Free Verse More Like This
Whose maladies are obvious,
Like broken bones,
Or cancer cells,
But there is a kind of illness
That few people even care about.
When you suffer chronic pain,
Or psychological avalanche,
How could you expect concern?
How dare you?
Sea of GreenWe waded through a sea of green,Sea of Green in Free Verse More Like This
Broken up by only pale white, painted lines.
We stared up at the cotton clouds,
With our backs in the grass against the ground,
And wished there were stars in the air.
The sun, low in the skies,
Painted us golden-topaz.
And smiles lit up our eyes
As we passed laughter all around.
We watched as the glowing moon woke up,
And the stars traded shifts with the day;
As the lights came on when the darkness fell,
And the beauty of it stole all our words away.
Cold HandsYou are amiable; inviting.Cold Hands in Free Verse More Like This
Your smile is electric.
Your arms are compelling,
And your hands are always warm.
My hands are always cold.
Your voice is alluring,
And the way you laugh
Can always make me smile.
When you're with me,
I can't bear for you to leave.
Your eyes are so tempting,
But my hands are far too cold.
The words that you whisper
Almost make me feel human.
And they make me feel
Safe for a while,
But the moment you're gone,
All the warmth leaves with you,
For my hands are far too cold.
I am reclusive; damaged.
My body is fragile.
My heart is so calloused,
And my eyes are growing dull.
My hands are always cold.
GoneHow many timesGone in Free Verse More Like This
Did you tell me that
You were sick of this place?
Well, you won't
Have to tell me anymore,
Because you ran away.
At least we know
That you're alive,
Because you didn't leave
Mud Loves the UngracefulWe were walking throughMud Loves the Ungraceful in Free Verse More Like This
The out-of-season soccer fields
Overgrown with weeds,
But there were still patches
Where the naked earth
Rain drizzled down,
Misting our eyelashes and hair.
When we came to the bare spots,
They were growing moist.
Our shoes complained,
So we took them off,
And let the mud
Squish between our toes.
Mud loves the ungraceful,
So it drew me in for a hug.
I knew you would laugh,
So I brought you with me.
You rubbed mud on my cheek,
And I drew mud on your nose.
Then you ran your dirty fingers
Through my soaking hair,
And kissed me.
The Starting PointYou and IThe Starting Point in Free Verse More Like This
Keep running in circles,
Fighting to not say
Those words first.
We don't just dodge
We dodge asking them.
It's not like
The two of us
Don't have enough
To talk about,
But rather, too much.
When you're crazy
Where do you start?
Evolution of a DressIt started with the fabric,Evolution of a Dress in Free Verse More Like This
While I still had no design,
And I let the fabric sing to me;
Toyed with its graceful lines.
I could finally draw the basics,
But the details weren't sure.
No matter- I'll start sewing;
Cross bridges when I'm there.
I'd stand there, draped in satin,
While Experience would fly
To cut out pieces at my whimsy,
Work with my changing mind.
While straight-pins line her smile,
With a french curve in her hands,
She refines the sloping edges
That drop from princess seams.
Who what when where why or how.You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,Who what when where why or how. in Free Verse More Like This
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.
The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.
You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.
You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
Real problems - Not killing people.Bullied every day, in and out, my apathy is my best friend.Real problems - Not killing people. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I never cared, the cuts would heal, broken bones would mend.
But every time it happened, there was a voice, whispering.
Kill them, you know you can, unleash your anger, give in.
That's the worst thing for me, about being bullied.
Not the pain, not the humiliation, but being restrained.
If I could unleash it all, I'd feel so much better...
Go on, unleash yourself, make yourself feel better!
No! I can't, and I honestly don't want to.
It's too much hassle after, being hated for what I do.
So yeah, call me a freak, call me a liar.
Come on, give in, they're just feeding the fire...
To quote my favourite song, I will not bow, I will not break.
"Hey, what you listening to? Oh, you're such an emo freak!"
I roll my eyes, apathetic, as they steal my iPod and smash it.
You're letting them?! Smash them l
We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.We are out there. in Spirit Day More Like This
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.
An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.
They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen with black wings, protecting you from all these things.
He is sad that you do not believe him, for his purpose is protecting.
This Reaper, protecting you, walking through the world.
He goes unnoticed, and his pleas always go unheard.
You will have no parley with liars, never to talk to them.
But what they don't realise is, he tells lies to protect them.
I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,I'm going to cry. in Free Verse More Like This
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.
I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.
I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.
I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.
Watching eyes and open arms.You think I didn't see the signs?Watching eyes and open arms. in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, I was watching, from afar.
You think I didn't notice them?
Wrong, I know exactly who you are.
I notice when you act out of habit.
And I will be there to help with it.
I notice what you try to cover up.
When you fall I will be there to help you up.
Did I ever wonder why you stayed so late?
No, I knew why, you have a lot on your plate.
You think I don't hear your silent screams?
Oh my dear, I'm here, all is not what it seems.
Do not worry, your mask is not breaking.
I just saw that you were faking.
I am the only one who noticed the signs.
I never spoke a word of all those times.
I watch you, and see all these signs.
I will take you into these arms of mine.
I will shield you from all these things.
That made you give out those silent screams.
So now I will take you into my arms.
And shield you with my wings.
I will protect you from all the harm.
I promise you these things.
The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,The Ghost Of Words. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.
That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.
One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.
Judges.Why does everyone judge me?Judges. in Free Verse More Like This
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?
Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?
I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.
Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?
The Option."Why do you want that option?"The Option. in Free Verse More Like This
"Because I want to die, if you must know."
He wants it, so he can take it, tick the box for the final option.
He means it, he does, he doesn't care how much you scream "No!"
He wants the option, for when he is discarded like a broken toy,
That he can end his life, and stop all the hurt, stop living.
He no longer wants to be an emotionless decoy-
I no longer want to be tortured, in the land of the living.
See? He and I, finally agree, that it's what's best for us, for me,
Yes, we agree that I should die, although it is a bitter choice.
A bitter choice? But the prospect of leaving it all? Being free?
And that, is the appeal, it is what makes me agree with the voice.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and we're left to rot,
That we shall take the final option, it's what's best for us, for me.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and w
We are one...We are many, We are Legion... But we are still, only one.We are one... in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Was the reply to the begging, to stop all the horrors that had begun.
Atheists say you pray to nothing, or that your God does not hear.
Your God does hear, which is what theists both hope, and fear.
Be it a God among angels, or a God among devils, or a God among men.
They are still only one God, even with the strength of ten men.
They would not be able to stop these horrors, keep them at bay.
Because every God falls trying, and most die where they lay.
One man alone, One God alone, Or Legion, alone.
They would still be helpless, for they are on their own.
I know this, yet I stand tall, a hero for you all.
I am on my own, yet I am proud, and I stand tall.
I am a hero, and I will spread my wings far and wide.
I will look after you all, I will help you, and be your guide.
Everyone fails, when they are on their own.
But I am the one who will do
I won't cross these streets.I said I wouldn't cross these streets without you.I won't cross these streets. in Free Verse More Like This
And to my word, I stayed true.
But it hurt a lot, to not be able to walk to you.
It hurt even more, to see you walk off, just you.
I couldn't cross the street, because you didn't hold my hand.
I don't know why I couldn't, or why you left without your man.
You were walking with me, and then you disappeared.
You were on the other side, when you reappeared.
I tried to cross the street, as you beckoned me.
I couldn't without you, it just wouldn't let me.
And then you just walked off, without a glance back.
And I suppose it just proved what everyone says behind my back.
You never really liked me.
It would never work, we could never be.
But thank God, I woke up from that dreadful, horrible, dream.
Now I just fear, next time I won't and it won't be a dream...
The First Thunder of JuneI could tell from the wayThe First Thunder of June in Free Verse More Like This
the truck barreled down the road,
how its motor revved and caught on the air,
that a storm was coming.
The dog shook,
his twelve-year hips aching with the effort
of tucking his tail between his legs
in the hope that such displays of submission
would appease the weather.
They did not.
The sky turned feral and spat on the house.
While my old-hound panted
with his panic-wide eyes,
mine filled with awe and lightning.
LingeringPale and cold like cobweb wisps,Lingering in Free Verse More Like This
His fingers shook as he reached for me.
The hospice room was sterile white, too clean for life, it seemed.
My voice wavered with his fragile heart. "Papa, please, can you hold on?"
His sunken eyes bored into mine, hand barely brushing my skin.
"I'm sorry, love, but I'm just too tired."
ShiverYou take twelve steps;Shiver in Free Verse More Like This
the thirteenth becomes a spiderweb.
Its voice cracks out through the winter,
A death rattle.
If you pivot towards the shore,
it'd witness nothing more than
the hopeless groan that leaves your throat
when you recognize futility.
Remember what your father said--
about laying down on ice
like you were a sheet.
He neglected to mention
how frigid the bed.
A beat--you start to move,
trembling like the skeleton trees.
How evil the water leers.
Each moment a torment
as you slowly kneel,
the fire in your knees giving way
like your footing.
Your breath comes short
in smoke-signal gasps
and for all the warmth inside your coat,
its heat is worthless when wet.
How curious the light
when filtered thus--
through water and ice
like cathedral casements.
The blue is like your sister's eyes
and you wonder
if they'll be as wet as you
when you are pulled back out.
Drowning seems slower
when the water's cold.
Then again, you've never died before
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smokeUnlit Candles in Free Verse More Like This
towards the ceiling of the funeral home.
This image brought me closure,
and relief that your soul could escape
from the open casket.
When you turned ashes to ashes,
I imagine the release was the same
as when our voices caught
on the hymn's last note
and we all blew out our candles.
FacelessI have photographed this trail,Faceless in Free Verse More Like This
from its matchbox beginning
to the church it burned down
and when faced with the unholy trinity
in the center of my chest...
I am overwhelmed.
I want to leave tear stains on his shirt
but when I look to his face for comfort,
it has changed.
I am disillusioned...
for years love had a visage,
and now it's blank
My father once told me
the heart's a bandit.
He never mentioned
it wore different masks.
The RunawayMy muse left a noteThe Runaway in Free Verse More Like This
in the frost on my window,
"Call me when your ink runs out."
I imagined her vaulting from the sill
into the freshly falling snow
cocking her hat just so
as she stepped into the East
before it iced over.
She leaves no prints for me to follow,
no re-imagined trail for me to trod,
and I could spend years
tumbling after her shadow,
only to find her
Re-KindlingShe held the moment in her lungs.Re-Kindling in Free Verse More Like This
It lingered in the air
like a spiderweb strand;
she could feel its presence
more than see it.
She meditated on the human condition,
one hand on her chest like a prayer.
Hopeless was her heart two minutes ago,
now faithful in its hummingbird thrum.
"Ah," it whispered in her ear,
"you do remember love."
DaydreamerIn a perpendicular universe,Daydreamer in Free Verse More Like This
I own a bakery.
I sing in Spanish
while I waltz with croissants,
pie-crusts spinning out like
skirts made for twirling.
And in the next little world
one reality to the right,
I own a vineyard.
Such sultry red wines,
from my dark Tuscan soil
are happily grown.
In the future is my orchard,
where my peaches are sweeter
than the Georgian summer,
while the trees sprawl over
the foothills of Vermont.
In the present moments
between blinking slow,
I find the blueprints for such things
and store them for tomorrow.
MusingI'm too young to spend my lifeMusing in Free Verse More Like This
running from the thunder,
staring at the kitchen walls wondering
how life would be different
if they weren't the same color.
Mad ManI think I lost usMad Man in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass of scotch -
going down like
every mad man
I ever envied.
Why did I believe
your lips tasted
sweet and heathen
like the heather
I laid you in
that last night
I came home?
I had a thing
for damaged women,
and you could drink
your mother's last words
Grandmother's HouseHe hated his grandmother's houseGrandmother's House in Free Verse More Like This
with its heavy curtains
of the postman's tardy shoes,
and how the maid
rescued the newspaper
and poured the thin sherry
into tiny glasses
every night at six.
He loathed the claw foot sofas
with their cushions
shrinking from his trousers,
each plush thread recoiling
how unkempt he looked
and why his brother left.
He despised the birchwood beds
carved into sarcophagi
that flanked the radiators,
their pencil posts
poking the bodies of the willing
and how the bookcases groaned knowingly,
waiting for ominous words
to echo from the hallway
and beat down the keyholes.
But most of all
he hated the dining table
with its sallow wood
gleaming his reflection,
the china left
to fend for itself
and the cutlery
swallowing up the family
like a feast lost at noon.
WarningThat dark twinge of stormWarning in Free Verse More Like This
unbalancing my left eye -
lover, take warning.
I came through the back door,
unhinged and savoring
all your little pieces.
You said you loved my twisted english,
the way I broke words apart,
just like daddy's enemies.
So slide me under your doormat -
I miss those dirty feet
and the disconnect
of your tongue.
You know I love how you
waste my evenings
and bring me the dangerous bits
only a lover could swallow.
CalypsoHer smile risesCalypso in Free Verse More Like This
with the tide's rapid breath
against the shore
for she knows
the sea will claim its own -
tall ships and turrets
spun out of sand
and the pearl twist of moon
caught upon a basslet's back
when conch's dulcet tune
lulls manna from the waves.
And what sirens claim for treasure,
men can only dream of....
BlinkBlinkBlink in Free Verse More Like This
said the boy with the camera
and this moment
will never know our names.
It will take your best parts -
the smile you saved for Sundays
with your good dress
knees pressed tight
against the resurrection,
hoping mother never guessed
what prayers were left
upon the altar;
the kisses gathered for your lover -
passion's flagrant promises,
not the chaste monsters
school girls dream of
while sweaty palms
pin wilting corsages to tulle.
delivered to the front door
at Christmas and graduations,
circuses disguised in boxes
and envelopes stuffed like dates,
all wrapped in heady silk;
and the tears
you thought everyone knew -
since gloves were small,
secrets that swore to leave
at pillow fights and seances
but never let you breathe.
like flash in an iris,
and the grain of paper
yellowing gently in the attic
like your heart's montage.
AuschwitzI saw you in the ghetto -Auschwitz in Free Verse More Like This
with your yellow star,
and collecting shoes.
And then on the last train
(or maybe it was Belsen),
hunched in a boxcar
like cows to market,
our shadows old
as the wheels
broke us down to the floor.
We drank our urine
and told the children
the train was an adventure
that did not need
Survival is a funny thing-
not always for the fittest,
and conscience can be
a silent sniper.
Room 313His head felt likeRoom 313 in Free Verse More Like This
the floor of a Greyhound bus
and he couldn't remember
the name of the breasts
poking into his back -
two idle threats
poised to wreak havoc
on his morning.
He could feel
her broad hips
and wondered if her name
and if the smell of her perfume
was too early for him
and why the carpet
made so much noise.
Girl Through a Windowshe is finely wiredGirl Through a Window in Free Verse More Like This
she likes opposites
in her life
but too much of a good thing
and she cannot read in the dark
she was somewhere else
and that her parents
had never met
or that autumn
would not keep her waiting.
men cannot speak
when they first see her
pass a window
and they adore
how she refuses
to ride on trains
or eat oranges
without having her best shoes on.
she likes their compliments
and how the morning
smells like brown paper
after it rains
and the steam
that crinkles out of paper cups
full of coffee.
but she doesn't smile,
because she is afraid
that once she starts
she will not be able to stop
and her mother once told her
the shape of frown
is better suited
to her complexion
and makes her
in the evening
where you forget to
put her away.
PirateHe wanted to be a pirate -Pirate in Free Verse More Like This
a rogue of waves and plankton
and teakwood decks
that smarted under the sharp rap
of stars streaming off the bow.
He longed to feel rum
cut the back of his throat
and hoist the skull and crossbones
over a ship so far gone
the horizon would never find it.
He wanted to chart winds
that warmed the equator
and let the anchor
carry off the ballast
in the boatswain's burly arms;
to watch gold
cover his hands to the elbows
and sink his lash
into the belly of the storm.
And know the beauty of his enemy
come calling late at night.
BluesMorning comes in widow's weedsBlues in Free Verse More Like This
settles to the bottom of my cup,
begging to be stirred,
wondering why my chin
has fallen over the rim
and how come my feet
take forever to shuffle
over floorboards and dust.
I am vacant, worn down -
just this mud-bare rug,
heels bleeding gray,
and so tired
I forgot how to say your name
or the color of the walls
when I turn out the lights.
It is just the pain of you
settling in again
with leftover Sunday evening.
The Nature of ThingsHere, with my hands in the dirt.The Nature of Things in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never imagined myself
as much of a gardener.
I never imagined I'd be much of a cook either,
let alone a poet.
knuckles so broken,
I can barely hold a pencil.
Every time I take a breath,
I feel the ribs that have not yet healed.
Though they should've,
So I guess I've changed.
So much so
there are times when I don't recognize myself
in the mirror.
who is this person standing before me?
Where did he come from?
When did he get here?
But I have no answers.
I guess this is the nature of things.
Though part of me longs to reach out.
To tell the `me that was,
there is a better way.
But there is no `me that was anymore,
only the `me
A Poets DreamSomeday I will steal a poetA Poets Dream in Free Verse More Like This
and make her yearn for me.
Her eyes will be as beautiful
as the words she speaks.
In the night
I will make her sing.
When morning comes
to shine its light,
those eyes will hold no resentment
She will place no blame upon my skin,
She will see me for who I am.
She will see me for me.
At that moment
I will light her way
will smile for me.
Those EyesI saw his last breath escapeThose Eyes in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
into the cold night air.
His eyes empty,
blind to the suffering he had felt.
Yet still it seemed as though he could see me,
as if looking through me.
All my pain and secrets revealed,
for he had finally escaped this life
and I was left to bleed.
It's strange how the mind remembers
for I can no longer see his face,
but those eyes.
Those eyes are as clear as the lies men tell,
no longer wish to dream.
Sixteen Plus ChangeSometimes, we just have too much on our plates.Sixteen Plus Change in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Like bricks falling from the sky;
we can't possibly catch them all,
nor can we dodge them either.
I tell myself, everything will work out
because no matter how bad things seems to get
they always do.
Only this time is different,
because things will not work out for everyone
and it seems, there isn't a damn thing
I can do about it.
This is particularly hard on me,
you see I have always been a doer, a fixer
not because I choose to be, just because I am.
Maybe it's because I've had to fight for everything,
to earn every scrap. Or maybe,
it's because I know what it's like
to go without.
It's sad when you know how to be poor;
believe it or not, there is a skill to it.
The other night
my kid had a homework assignment:
three square meals
with twenty-five dollars to spend.
I did it
with sixteen plus change
I can't fix this.
That Magic RecipeWish I could make bank on hindsight,That Magic Recipe in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
so many things I would change,
but we can never go back.
It's that age old cliché.
I guess everyone reaches a point in their lives;
trying to figure out what went wrong, right,
or otherwise indifferent -that magic recipe.
Trying to figure out,
was it a left turn or a right?
Do I turn around or go forward?
They say when you're down
there's nowhere to go but up.
Hope is a funny thing sometimes,
especially when it comes to maintaining it.
I know this much Life's a trip.
One FateShe steps softly in the spring time,One Fate in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trying to avoid landmines till fall.
She tells me she's afraid of dying,
but I know clocks scare her more.
That tick tock sound feels like a countdown,
to major cardiovascular event.
She calls herself a time bomb.
Her tears fall to my skin.
When all I can do is try and comfort,
maybe push her to walk
another mile or two.
I remind her to take the medicine,
determined to see it through.
Never have I put much faith in god
and even less in Man.
I have no faith in her willingness to fight.
I know the answers don’t lie within.
So I turn to her with much optimism,
reminding her, this is not the end.
For we will know only one fate in this life
and this is simply not it.
What A Boring RideThe door slams shutWhat A Boring Ride in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to the sound of clashing metal.
And the pull of a chain,
as gears turn
to seal the way.
Time passes slowly
with no sky over head.
Inside, night and day
are the same.
What a boring ride,
yet I bide my time.
is a virtue
Still I hate that smell
like a hospital,
The tank grows cold
as the bodies fade.
The slippers they give
won't stay on my feet
and this jump suit rides
it shouldn't be.
So I tie it off
at the waist
and tell the rest
to fuck off.
All I want
is a pod and a cot
about the time detox
Now I laugh
at drunks stumbling about
till one pukes
from the toilet.
I'm pissed now
and I want to go home,
but the door won't open
till they let you out.
So here I sit
with arms folded across,
hoping to see a judge
in the morning.
When I Dream of ParadiseLive OaksWhen I Dream of Paradise in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
dot the landscape,
towering over the world.
carved into the country side,
as if God himself
manned the chisel.
Rock bottom lakes
with water so clear
it makes ten feet
seem like two.
Rivers and streams
cascading over falls
that put even the most restless spirits
God how I love
the Texas hill country,
since I was a child.
So it isn't a wonder
when I dream of paradise,
this is the place
Wish It Would Stop RainingIf you could erase meWish It Would Stop Raining in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I think I'd hand you the pencil.
That forty mile hike
from Montgomery county jail
really put things
and nearly killed me,
along the way.
It seems these days
all I do is fight:
this morning it was the car,
tomorrow the mortgage company,
and the next day
it will be
Like the saying goes,
when it rains it pours.
Well it's been pouring
since I came screaming
out of my mother's womb.
She hated me too,
so why should you be any different.
I just wish
it would stop raining.
Misguided and DepravityOne look and now I knowMisguided and Depravity in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
where dreams go to die:
a youth wrecker in the lower sector
on the northwestern edge of hell.
Misguided and Depravity,
this is where broken poets
Where no hope shines its light
and society turns a blind eye,
politicians fly over head
looking for pot holes through night skies.
No one is looking out for us,
instead they tell only lies.
We will learn to fight for ourselves,
lest we lay down and die.
This is life on the edge of hell,
the lower northwest side.
Stay tuned while we choose
the fate of our own lives,
or else you'll miss
in those of us who rise.