Copywright 2/15/2013
I feel sick.
Everything that I thought he was and
everything I thought I was are nothing.
I love him.
Unconditionally and want to be with him
in a relationship but he does not want me.
He’s a runner.
Running scared and has abandoned me
I fear he’s left me forever.
I feel so sick.
Why did this happen?
Why does he not want me?
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, February 15, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Whispers Of The City
Whispers of the City
Copyright: 2/20/96
Willows wisp in the unknown breeze
Soft chirps of crickets vibrate the midnight air
Uncommon nocturnal creatures scathe the swelling trees
While the city below gently weeps without care.
Bending forward and backward
Willows weep slowly and slyly
City lights flicker the chord
A morning robin smiles wryly.
The city never sleeps moving constantly on the wind
Morning dew and smog fills my nostrils and lungs
First light, dawn becomes morning city on the mend
Whispers alight from distances reaching the brass rung.
The leaves whisper silently
Willows sway in the storm
The wind blows only for me
Watch the eagles soar.
Fire ignites the forest as small creatures run left and right
Rain falls, but still no end to the chaotic death
Fire spreads and the animals run for their lives
Speak now or animals and people alike take the last breath.
The forest goes without a sound
Nature crumbles near and far
Animals stay close and hug the ground
Flickering lunacy become the stars.
The earth shakes and rumbles like some sort of dream
Dropping down what seems like miles into a roll
People flee for cover and doorways suppressing their screams
Aftershock shaking, pins attacking a ball bowled.
The big one has finally hit
Wreckage and ruins
Slime of the city grit
Nature's own reality doing.
Rain is unheard of in the vast wasteland city
A year will go by in fear of a total drought
Maybe once a year God takes pity
Los Angeles is the city plagued and brought.
Animals and people alike rejoice
Together in the midst they feel free
Time to make the choice
Rains leave quickly passing the city's key.
Gangs and disorder rule the tourist trapped streets
Vehemence rages the only sons of the young blood
Killing and wasting all the innocent people they meet
Living in sin and wallowing in the superficial crud.
Murdering rights on the blameless
City under siege from gang lords
What happens to the shameless?
Will they all die by the sword?
Copyright: 2/20/96
Willows wisp in the unknown breeze
Soft chirps of crickets vibrate the midnight air
Uncommon nocturnal creatures scathe the swelling trees
While the city below gently weeps without care.
Bending forward and backward
Willows weep slowly and slyly
City lights flicker the chord
A morning robin smiles wryly.
The city never sleeps moving constantly on the wind
Morning dew and smog fills my nostrils and lungs
First light, dawn becomes morning city on the mend
Whispers alight from distances reaching the brass rung.
The leaves whisper silently
Willows sway in the storm
The wind blows only for me
Watch the eagles soar.
Fire ignites the forest as small creatures run left and right
Rain falls, but still no end to the chaotic death
Fire spreads and the animals run for their lives
Speak now or animals and people alike take the last breath.
The forest goes without a sound
Nature crumbles near and far
Animals stay close and hug the ground
Flickering lunacy become the stars.
The earth shakes and rumbles like some sort of dream
Dropping down what seems like miles into a roll
People flee for cover and doorways suppressing their screams
Aftershock shaking, pins attacking a ball bowled.
The big one has finally hit
Wreckage and ruins
Slime of the city grit
Nature's own reality doing.
Rain is unheard of in the vast wasteland city
A year will go by in fear of a total drought
Maybe once a year God takes pity
Los Angeles is the city plagued and brought.
Animals and people alike rejoice
Together in the midst they feel free
Time to make the choice
Rains leave quickly passing the city's key.
Gangs and disorder rule the tourist trapped streets
Vehemence rages the only sons of the young blood
Killing and wasting all the innocent people they meet
Living in sin and wallowing in the superficial crud.
Murdering rights on the blameless
City under siege from gang lords
What happens to the shameless?
Will they all die by the sword?
Where Ever I May Roam
Copyright: 2/19/96
Wherever I Roam
The wind in your face
A Harley in place
No more disgrace
Join the race.
Wild and free together
Racing in a blur
Looking for a cure
No more are you sure.
A feeling like nothing else
Prepared for self
Nothing on the shelf
Cool wind facing help.
Riding for the pleasure
Keeping the measure
No pain to endure
Spelling the cure.
Life's only freedom
One with my kingdom
Riding is my home
Wherever I roam.
Wherever I Roam
The wind in your face
A Harley in place
No more disgrace
Join the race.
Wild and free together
Racing in a blur
Looking for a cure
No more are you sure.
A feeling like nothing else
Prepared for self
Nothing on the shelf
Cool wind facing help.
Riding for the pleasure
Keeping the measure
No pain to endure
Spelling the cure.
Life's only freedom
One with my kingdom
Riding is my home
Wherever I roam.
Volatile
Volatile
Copyright - 2/3/96
When prejudice, racism and disorder rules the streets
People running, screaming and the city becomes ablaze
Beatings and shootings, gangsters favorite hideaway
One man with a brick put another in a daze
Rioting and vehemence graveling for days
Gangs take over, they think they've got us beat.
Street violence, city comes apart at the seams
Over one man's stupidity no one can see
Killing, raping and pillaging stores a disgrace
Punish the guilty that's certainly the key
Perpetrating violence because of race
In every way necessary or what's deemed.
Stealing and looting all because of a verdict
Disagreeable and disgruntled people run wild
Men, women and children impressed with danger
Vandalism overtakes, so much for the mild
Ball up their fists haul off on a stranger
Crime is a habit the should be kicked.
A man was tried and should be convicted
Now riots break out all over the states
People don't understand cops did their job
Video tape not allowed up for debate
Racism blamed for crime, time they've robbed
Brutal slayings outstanding words said.
Man goes free, now cops sit rotting in jail
The man breaks the law again and runs
Crime pays and the intruder went free
The cops will die after everything is said and done
This is not right or fair, can't they see?
Sentenced to time in prison private hell.
Copyright - 2/3/96
When prejudice, racism and disorder rules the streets
People running, screaming and the city becomes ablaze
Beatings and shootings, gangsters favorite hideaway
One man with a brick put another in a daze
Rioting and vehemence graveling for days
Gangs take over, they think they've got us beat.
Street violence, city comes apart at the seams
Over one man's stupidity no one can see
Killing, raping and pillaging stores a disgrace
Punish the guilty that's certainly the key
Perpetrating violence because of race
In every way necessary or what's deemed.
Stealing and looting all because of a verdict
Disagreeable and disgruntled people run wild
Men, women and children impressed with danger
Vandalism overtakes, so much for the mild
Ball up their fists haul off on a stranger
Crime is a habit the should be kicked.
A man was tried and should be convicted
Now riots break out all over the states
People don't understand cops did their job
Video tape not allowed up for debate
Racism blamed for crime, time they've robbed
Brutal slayings outstanding words said.
Man goes free, now cops sit rotting in jail
The man breaks the law again and runs
Crime pays and the intruder went free
The cops will die after everything is said and done
This is not right or fair, can't they see?
Sentenced to time in prison private hell.
Ungodly Misfortune
Copyright: 01/20/01
Ungodly Misfortune
‘Tis the night and the beast from here dwells
Within the midst of the gray lightened fog
Though the blackened bark infects his plea
The saint and the sinner bring nothing to me.
The caves and kind of utmost he stares
Into the darkness of light from which yearning
Gives into feat uplifting the face of might
And the spirit from which he is so trite.
The beast with all his evil clamor
Rears his ugly head into the darkness
And seeks those who dispel
The anger from within their own hell.
This demon of the night travels free
Of spirit, body and un-managed mind
Spawning his death upon the crimson shores
Beguiling those with his chores.
As the sky casts darkened gray and lights
Fade into the abyss of his night
Bring forth your dead and retrieve
The outcast of souls you will believe.
Ungodly misfortune has spun upon the day
When creatures unbeknownst settle rituals
For when the beast is near, he is powerful
Unwinding his death from the spool.
The night becomes dismal and still
The beast in all his power proclaims
That this day should be a day of death
To all who should perish a souls breath.
Ungodly Misfortune
‘Tis the night and the beast from here dwells
Within the midst of the gray lightened fog
Though the blackened bark infects his plea
The saint and the sinner bring nothing to me.
The caves and kind of utmost he stares
Into the darkness of light from which yearning
Gives into feat uplifting the face of might
And the spirit from which he is so trite.
The beast with all his evil clamor
Rears his ugly head into the darkness
And seeks those who dispel
The anger from within their own hell.
This demon of the night travels free
Of spirit, body and un-managed mind
Spawning his death upon the crimson shores
Beguiling those with his chores.
As the sky casts darkened gray and lights
Fade into the abyss of his night
Bring forth your dead and retrieve
The outcast of souls you will believe.
Ungodly misfortune has spun upon the day
When creatures unbeknownst settle rituals
For when the beast is near, he is powerful
Unwinding his death from the spool.
The night becomes dismal and still
The beast in all his power proclaims
That this day should be a day of death
To all who should perish a souls breath.
Uncontrollable Urges
Uncontrollable Urges
When the full moon strikes the first blood of night
He laps his soul in delight and howls deeply
As the forest calls to him to come and feast
He sees the dawning of realization focusing
To his credit and others the werewolf cannot help
This sordid shape he takes when evil calls
So, if I happen upon one tonight I shall weep
For I know my time would be through
And the animal in him guides his lonely sight.
When the full moon strikes the first blood of night
He laps his soul in delight and howls deeply
As the forest calls to him to come and feast
He sees the dawning of realization focusing
To his credit and others the werewolf cannot help
This sordid shape he takes when evil calls
So, if I happen upon one tonight I shall weep
For I know my time would be through
And the animal in him guides his lonely sight.
Transparent
Transparent
Written - 09/04/00
As he unknowingly walks
Through the clouded days
Of life, love and unhappiness
He knows only the beast within
But knows not what it will do
The man is gone far into animalistic
Tendencies, and he sees transparent.
As he butchers and hunts
Through the winding trees
Of death, willows in despair
He thinks only with beast mode
Apparent immortal breathe
Of life and meaningless unfaithful
Misgivings, and he knows with daring.
As the beast becomes man
Again he seeks what it is
To know true freedom when
Time is an enemy and blood
Becomes the death of living
He serves his deadly sentence
Without, and finds love uncaring.
When the man travels on
Into the fullest prime moonlit night
He sees his shortcomings forgotten
And believes he is forever
But knows the edge of a silver bullet
Would dare to end his triumph
For infinity, only hateful spite it brings.
As the man blazes red eyes and
Gazes upon only the death of his
Adversaries and the like gone
From his worldly vision inside
But he cannot stop the madness
And he cannot stop the pain
Whenever, and gropes for the sharing.
The man searches for light and patience
But instead finds his own brutal
Impatience breeds his killer atmosphere
Into a state of knowing and dreaming
Of a time when coupling and loving
Could ease his unreal sureness
Forever, and bring him the least bit of caring.
Written - 09/04/00
As he unknowingly walks
Through the clouded days
Of life, love and unhappiness
He knows only the beast within
But knows not what it will do
The man is gone far into animalistic
Tendencies, and he sees transparent.
As he butchers and hunts
Through the winding trees
Of death, willows in despair
He thinks only with beast mode
Apparent immortal breathe
Of life and meaningless unfaithful
Misgivings, and he knows with daring.
As the beast becomes man
Again he seeks what it is
To know true freedom when
Time is an enemy and blood
Becomes the death of living
He serves his deadly sentence
Without, and finds love uncaring.
When the man travels on
Into the fullest prime moonlit night
He sees his shortcomings forgotten
And believes he is forever
But knows the edge of a silver bullet
Would dare to end his triumph
For infinity, only hateful spite it brings.
As the man blazes red eyes and
Gazes upon only the death of his
Adversaries and the like gone
From his worldly vision inside
But he cannot stop the madness
And he cannot stop the pain
Whenever, and gropes for the sharing.
The man searches for light and patience
But instead finds his own brutal
Impatience breeds his killer atmosphere
Into a state of knowing and dreaming
Of a time when coupling and loving
Could ease his unreal sureness
Forever, and bring him the least bit of caring.
Transformations
Transformations
Written - 08/25/00
Lift this curse of the bright yellow moon
And quell my hunger into my doom
Give me life on a petal with happier fences
And be gone from my internal senses.
As I wake in a sweat and soaked
I know the time for killing is close
And I bide my time as I begin completing
The beast to be will not deplete.
My snout which once held a human nose
Gives way into teeth and a mouth unclosed
My eyes burn with the fear of knowing
Transformation''s taking place, beginning to grow.
Thunderous sounds yield from my heart
As I fall to the floor before it really starts
My pulse quickens and I feel invigorated
Giving my human shell maximum grating.
Fingernails turn temporarily to claws
As I fight to stay a conscious human doll
And hair bleeds in terminally and quick
Letting my grooming appearance change thick.
Bones creak and crack as my legs stiffen
And my arms swell as the rest quickens
I howl in absolute pain for it is almost done
Those who come near take heed and run.
Written - 08/25/00
Lift this curse of the bright yellow moon
And quell my hunger into my doom
Give me life on a petal with happier fences
And be gone from my internal senses.
As I wake in a sweat and soaked
I know the time for killing is close
And I bide my time as I begin completing
The beast to be will not deplete.
My snout which once held a human nose
Gives way into teeth and a mouth unclosed
My eyes burn with the fear of knowing
Transformation''s taking place, beginning to grow.
Thunderous sounds yield from my heart
As I fall to the floor before it really starts
My pulse quickens and I feel invigorated
Giving my human shell maximum grating.
Fingernails turn temporarily to claws
As I fight to stay a conscious human doll
And hair bleeds in terminally and quick
Letting my grooming appearance change thick.
Bones creak and crack as my legs stiffen
And my arms swell as the rest quickens
I howl in absolute pain for it is almost done
Those who come near take heed and run.
Toxic Air
Toxic Air
Copyright - 1/25/96
In the air we breathe
The greenhouse is in effect
Smoke and smog swirls
Choking, gagging and sick
People hole themselves inside
The air and trees struggle to survive.
Factories, pollution, ecosystem madness
Children and pets no longer play
Stagnant water, shelters in ruins
People dying by the thousands
Dying land and water no one cares
Melting from the sun's menacing glare.
Global warming, starting a new trend
Atmosphere wrecked a cross to bare
We live day to day
In a horrible co-existence
Our planet around us dies
Politicians have all lied.
Animals die in our waterways
Trash and garbage unite the innocent
Acid rain chews the coastlines
Pollution on the rise
Carelessly dumping waste into ponds and rivers
Our lives go out without shiver.
Our shorelines erode beyond all control
Oil spills and uncharted ships sink
Making life impossible for air
We understand nothing about life
Call of the wind absolute and gone
Help right all the wrongs.
Fish and mammals live and die to breathe
Air constitutes no purity
We lose all authority around us
Trees and birds quickly perish
Can we see the horrid end?
Into extinction we send.
Copyright - 1/25/96
In the air we breathe
The greenhouse is in effect
Smoke and smog swirls
Choking, gagging and sick
People hole themselves inside
The air and trees struggle to survive.
Factories, pollution, ecosystem madness
Children and pets no longer play
Stagnant water, shelters in ruins
People dying by the thousands
Dying land and water no one cares
Melting from the sun's menacing glare.
Global warming, starting a new trend
Atmosphere wrecked a cross to bare
We live day to day
In a horrible co-existence
Our planet around us dies
Politicians have all lied.
Animals die in our waterways
Trash and garbage unite the innocent
Acid rain chews the coastlines
Pollution on the rise
Carelessly dumping waste into ponds and rivers
Our lives go out without shiver.
Our shorelines erode beyond all control
Oil spills and uncharted ships sink
Making life impossible for air
We understand nothing about life
Call of the wind absolute and gone
Help right all the wrongs.
Fish and mammals live and die to breathe
Air constitutes no purity
We lose all authority around us
Trees and birds quickly perish
Can we see the horrid end?
Into extinction we send.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Time
Time
Time waits for beast nor man
In his time he will be forced to see
That his soul wanders the thin line
Of The moonlight's utter reality.
In time's nakedness the moon's glare
Filters the menacing gaze through space
And the werewolf evolves complete
And the man dissolves in its place.
Blood soaked nights filled with glory
Mud drained mornings from a demon''s hunt
He is the monster all seek at the full
But beware of his bite and his grunt.
A spell has ripped this creature into stalking
And he smells human feasts on the rise
But all he cannot do becomes his folly
For it is the werewolf in him, he will despise.
The tree cinder with letters of full light
And the beast from within contorts
But the man fights and he cannot stop it
Because his after bite life has been at sorts.
Distinguishing right from wrong never gives him way
But he tries to find his humanity within
As the demon seed and hunter of need
He is carefree but he knows not where he''s been.
Now as this changeling of the moon ignites
His fury and pain becomes his battle
But the man once was a sparkle in the eye
That now holds him to this hellish rattle.
The man tries but cannot escape his fear
Of one day running into a deadly snag
As he roams the night air and whispers
The names of his victims his memory lags.
To this, oh beast of the night come forth
And bring upon your troubled heart as grounds
For the beginning of your mystic voyage
Seeking the knowledge and truth renowned.
Time waits for beast nor man
In his time he will be forced to see
That his soul wanders the thin line
Of The moonlight's utter reality.
In time's nakedness the moon's glare
Filters the menacing gaze through space
And the werewolf evolves complete
And the man dissolves in its place.
Blood soaked nights filled with glory
Mud drained mornings from a demon''s hunt
He is the monster all seek at the full
But beware of his bite and his grunt.
A spell has ripped this creature into stalking
And he smells human feasts on the rise
But all he cannot do becomes his folly
For it is the werewolf in him, he will despise.
The tree cinder with letters of full light
And the beast from within contorts
But the man fights and he cannot stop it
Because his after bite life has been at sorts.
Distinguishing right from wrong never gives him way
But he tries to find his humanity within
As the demon seed and hunter of need
He is carefree but he knows not where he''s been.
Now as this changeling of the moon ignites
His fury and pain becomes his battle
But the man once was a sparkle in the eye
That now holds him to this hellish rattle.
The man tries but cannot escape his fear
Of one day running into a deadly snag
As he roams the night air and whispers
The names of his victims his memory lags.
To this, oh beast of the night come forth
And bring upon your troubled heart as grounds
For the beginning of your mystic voyage
Seeking the knowledge and truth renowned.
The Stranger
The Stranger
As he stalks his next of prey the beast
Licks his chops and dreams of the taste,
The feel, the rations, of human blood.
He seeks with his killer intent the victim
Of his agnostic decent picking on the perfect,
The pretty, the futile, of his perfect vision.
Monstrous he prowls through the night
With a sense of passion taking his prey to the end,
The realm, and the beginning of a sated breathe.
His eyes shine brilliant green and his native body
Ripples with effect throughout the blackness,
The Darkened life, the undergrowth of humanity.
Fur threatens his skin as it has many nights before
And the werewolf becomes almost to the point,
The transportation, the finishing of a well-made product.
Muscles flex with desires beyond any other being
And this creature begins his night as the fiend,
The monster, the blessed beast of the full moon.
A slave to this nonsense and he cannot make it out
For the man has dissipated through the travels,
The time, and the killing of other souls lonely as he.
Transformation coming along slow and exceptionally sure
Werewolf, where are you and will you be coming for me,
For my mother, for my father or are you satisfied with recent kills?
No longer a man, Now nothing but unstoppable beast
Oh, wolf will you creep along so silently waiting,
Preying, and hoping to begin your quest tonight?
Now he must search for what he does not know
But when he finds his answers he will take the time,
The kill, the life of the next mortal man he falls upon.
So, let this be a warning,lock your doors and beware
Be very ware of things that go bump in the night,
The cold, the dark for he could be waiting for you.
As he stalks his next of prey the beast
Licks his chops and dreams of the taste,
The feel, the rations, of human blood.
He seeks with his killer intent the victim
Of his agnostic decent picking on the perfect,
The pretty, the futile, of his perfect vision.
Monstrous he prowls through the night
With a sense of passion taking his prey to the end,
The realm, and the beginning of a sated breathe.
His eyes shine brilliant green and his native body
Ripples with effect throughout the blackness,
The Darkened life, the undergrowth of humanity.
Fur threatens his skin as it has many nights before
And the werewolf becomes almost to the point,
The transportation, the finishing of a well-made product.
Muscles flex with desires beyond any other being
And this creature begins his night as the fiend,
The monster, the blessed beast of the full moon.
A slave to this nonsense and he cannot make it out
For the man has dissipated through the travels,
The time, and the killing of other souls lonely as he.
Transformation coming along slow and exceptionally sure
Werewolf, where are you and will you be coming for me,
For my mother, for my father or are you satisfied with recent kills?
No longer a man, Now nothing but unstoppable beast
Oh, wolf will you creep along so silently waiting,
Preying, and hoping to begin your quest tonight?
Now he must search for what he does not know
But when he finds his answers he will take the time,
The kill, the life of the next mortal man he falls upon.
So, let this be a warning,lock your doors and beware
Be very ware of things that go bump in the night,
The cold, the dark for he could be waiting for you.
The Stalking
Copyright: 2/14/96
The Stalking
Muscles ripple and the coarse hair smooths
As the tiger fluently, breathlessly moves
Stalking his prey, ready to pounce
Undomesticated, every single ounce
Leisurely he saunters with every bit of grace
His prey unknowing, frozen into place
Green eyes slit and penetrate
Every uncanny motion, jaws agape
Stalking is just part of the cat's game
Prey flips and feels no pain.
Quiet and the undertaking too soon
The prey falls silently, cry of the loon
Teeth slash and gnarl his victim
Lashing and its life's blood turns dim
Boiling and pulsating it's surreal
The tiger comes in for the kill
Struggling stops and the unfortunate prey dies
The tiger drags it home, there it lies
The stalking begins and promptly ends
The tiger, king of the jungle, is knowing and never bends.
The Stalking
Muscles ripple and the coarse hair smooths
As the tiger fluently, breathlessly moves
Stalking his prey, ready to pounce
Undomesticated, every single ounce
Leisurely he saunters with every bit of grace
His prey unknowing, frozen into place
Green eyes slit and penetrate
Every uncanny motion, jaws agape
Stalking is just part of the cat's game
Prey flips and feels no pain.
Quiet and the undertaking too soon
The prey falls silently, cry of the loon
Teeth slash and gnarl his victim
Lashing and its life's blood turns dim
Boiling and pulsating it's surreal
The tiger comes in for the kill
Struggling stops and the unfortunate prey dies
The tiger drags it home, there it lies
The stalking begins and promptly ends
The tiger, king of the jungle, is knowing and never bends.
The Soldier
Copyright: 2/18/96
The Soldier
Soldier of fortune, hired killer
Realizing certain demise beyond hope
Stalks his prey in the dark moonlight
Unhappy fortune with the nerves of steel.
A hit-man for the undisputed military
Gets his man no matter what happens
Encompassing wrong doing makes it right
Unloading all the weapons he can carry.
He's a loner, no family to speak of
Get's his kicks out of mass murder
Does anyone really understand him?
Does he come from hell or above?
In a time again, in a city before
Life goes on as the city slumbers
Dregs of humanity roaming the streets
The pumping heart beats blood to the core.
Men, women and children running scared
Scraping together ends meeting
Chaos and cunning rape the young
Fight the warrior if you dare.
The soldier is the watcher of men
Innocent and feeling lie face down
Redemption claims them and he wins
Living the life forever in doubtful sin.
Life as we know it comes to a halt
The soldier takes revenge quickly
The world, a ball of fire, burns bright
To the soldier hero we exalt.
His fortune seeks no one man
He thrives on life blood and meat
If he rules hand and foot past
For now he runs worldly doing what he can.
The soldier breaks for no known plea
The soldier destroys the land's evil
The soldier fights for our own rights
The soldier enters and locks the key.
Soldier fortune contempt's the young
Soldier fortune takes the only spirit
Soldier fortune breaks all the laws
Soldier fortune rules and he's done.
The Soldier
Soldier of fortune, hired killer
Realizing certain demise beyond hope
Stalks his prey in the dark moonlight
Unhappy fortune with the nerves of steel.
A hit-man for the undisputed military
Gets his man no matter what happens
Encompassing wrong doing makes it right
Unloading all the weapons he can carry.
He's a loner, no family to speak of
Get's his kicks out of mass murder
Does anyone really understand him?
Does he come from hell or above?
In a time again, in a city before
Life goes on as the city slumbers
Dregs of humanity roaming the streets
The pumping heart beats blood to the core.
Men, women and children running scared
Scraping together ends meeting
Chaos and cunning rape the young
Fight the warrior if you dare.
The soldier is the watcher of men
Innocent and feeling lie face down
Redemption claims them and he wins
Living the life forever in doubtful sin.
Life as we know it comes to a halt
The soldier takes revenge quickly
The world, a ball of fire, burns bright
To the soldier hero we exalt.
His fortune seeks no one man
He thrives on life blood and meat
If he rules hand and foot past
For now he runs worldly doing what he can.
The soldier breaks for no known plea
The soldier destroys the land's evil
The soldier fights for our own rights
The soldier enters and locks the key.
Soldier fortune contempt's the young
Soldier fortune takes the only spirit
Soldier fortune breaks all the laws
Soldier fortune rules and he's done.
The Serpent
Copyright:2/19/98
The Serpent
All knowing
All seeing
All is forgiven.
So negative
So wrong
So much for freedom.
Made a slave in His likeness
Forced out of my home
The garden blooms insanity
Fruit bearing, all is just.
Made to lie down on my belly
Slithering from place to place
Sand is rough and yet smooth
Life could be better, life in hell.
Taken my arms and legs away
Rolling down heaven's fallen hillside
Rocks are thrown as I'm cast out
Living life's edge in the agonizing gray.
Cast out and down
To the very depths
Hell's my domain
Watch the sinners drown.
Cast aside and asunder
Religious stranglehold
The inferno burns here
Watch the sinners plunder.
An angel of hell - All knowing
Blind angel of hate - All seeing
Treacherous angel of fate - All is forgiven.
A man in sheep's clothes - So negative
A man preaching God - So wrong
Deciphel man gives a nod - So much for freedom.
The Serpent
All knowing
All seeing
All is forgiven.
So negative
So wrong
So much for freedom.
Made a slave in His likeness
Forced out of my home
The garden blooms insanity
Fruit bearing, all is just.
Made to lie down on my belly
Slithering from place to place
Sand is rough and yet smooth
Life could be better, life in hell.
Taken my arms and legs away
Rolling down heaven's fallen hillside
Rocks are thrown as I'm cast out
Living life's edge in the agonizing gray.
Cast out and down
To the very depths
Hell's my domain
Watch the sinners drown.
Cast aside and asunder
Religious stranglehold
The inferno burns here
Watch the sinners plunder.
An angel of hell - All knowing
Blind angel of hate - All seeing
Treacherous angel of fate - All is forgiven.
A man in sheep's clothes - So negative
A man preaching God - So wrong
Deciphel man gives a nod - So much for freedom.
The Pond
The Pond
Copyright - 02/12/98
A frog springs from the lily pad
A steady breeze blows from the north
The frog leaps again making tiny waves
As they sweetly caresses the white lilies
A frog eyes a fly closely
Perceiving its every stuttered move
A fly buzzes nonchalantly into a frog's view
The frog slaps the fly with its leathery tongue
A fly is ingested
A fly knows no more.
A frog bounces to a weather-beaten rock
A toad appears at the pond's far end
The pond ripples signifying the toad's presence
The frog feels un-alone and sanctified
A toad smiles and releases a deep sigh
Nerves wreck the frog's very fiber
As the toad moves gracefully forward
The frog looks left then right
A frog meets demise quickly
A toad keeps score.
A toad prides himself on his cunning ability
A fish swims silently beneath
The toad leaps happily back and forth
The fish awaits patiently with bated breath
A toad senses things amiss in his great pond
A toad sweats and fastidiously peers about unsure
The fish swirls to the pond's surface
The toad becomes uneasy and jittery
In one fatal bite the fish takes the toad
A toad knows no more.
A fish relaxes as cool water flows over its gills
Swimming without care, he is now king
A man sits on a log skipping stones into the pond
The fish pays no attention
A man drops a fishing line into the quaint little pond
And even though the fish is sated
The fish is tempted by his fresh new find
The fish paddles groggily in obvious debate
A fish takes the bait
Man evens the score.
A man sits on the edge of the famed pond
Beaming about his new catch of the day
The man sits unafraid and un-alert
The man realizes not his fate
A lion surveys the scene from a close distance
A lion licks his lips watching
The man cooks his own kill
A lion begins his quiet climb
The lion attacks, the man feels no pain
A man knows no more.
A lion suns himself on a large rock at the end of the pond
A poisonous snake drifts silently through the water
The lion licks himself satisfied
The poisonous snake slithers in closer
A lion closes his eyes for a long awaited nap
A lion lightly dozes in the sunlight
The snake moves to the same rock sharing the sun
A lion turns his head looking for the intruder
The snake lashes out his deadly poison
A poisonous snake settles the score.
A poisonous snake's tongue whips back and forth
The lion has stopped twitching for some time
A poisonous snake coils beside the lion
A man walks evenly through the underbrush
The snake bides his time
The man approaches carefully seeing the snake
The poisonous snake moves slightly for a better sunspot
A man wields his hunting knife in the air
A snake strikes too late
Man betters the score.
Copyright - 02/12/98
A frog springs from the lily pad
A steady breeze blows from the north
The frog leaps again making tiny waves
As they sweetly caresses the white lilies
A frog eyes a fly closely
Perceiving its every stuttered move
A fly buzzes nonchalantly into a frog's view
The frog slaps the fly with its leathery tongue
A fly is ingested
A fly knows no more.
A frog bounces to a weather-beaten rock
A toad appears at the pond's far end
The pond ripples signifying the toad's presence
The frog feels un-alone and sanctified
A toad smiles and releases a deep sigh
Nerves wreck the frog's very fiber
As the toad moves gracefully forward
The frog looks left then right
A frog meets demise quickly
A toad keeps score.
A toad prides himself on his cunning ability
A fish swims silently beneath
The toad leaps happily back and forth
The fish awaits patiently with bated breath
A toad senses things amiss in his great pond
A toad sweats and fastidiously peers about unsure
The fish swirls to the pond's surface
The toad becomes uneasy and jittery
In one fatal bite the fish takes the toad
A toad knows no more.
A fish relaxes as cool water flows over its gills
Swimming without care, he is now king
A man sits on a log skipping stones into the pond
The fish pays no attention
A man drops a fishing line into the quaint little pond
And even though the fish is sated
The fish is tempted by his fresh new find
The fish paddles groggily in obvious debate
A fish takes the bait
Man evens the score.
A man sits on the edge of the famed pond
Beaming about his new catch of the day
The man sits unafraid and un-alert
The man realizes not his fate
A lion surveys the scene from a close distance
A lion licks his lips watching
The man cooks his own kill
A lion begins his quiet climb
The lion attacks, the man feels no pain
A man knows no more.
A lion suns himself on a large rock at the end of the pond
A poisonous snake drifts silently through the water
The lion licks himself satisfied
The poisonous snake slithers in closer
A lion closes his eyes for a long awaited nap
A lion lightly dozes in the sunlight
The snake moves to the same rock sharing the sun
A lion turns his head looking for the intruder
The snake lashes out his deadly poison
A poisonous snake settles the score.
A poisonous snake's tongue whips back and forth
The lion has stopped twitching for some time
A poisonous snake coils beside the lion
A man walks evenly through the underbrush
The snake bides his time
The man approaches carefully seeing the snake
The poisonous snake moves slightly for a better sunspot
A man wields his hunting knife in the air
A snake strikes too late
Man betters the score.
The Moon Of Doom
The Moon of Doom
Written - 01/23/00
On this dreary night he roams through the empty streets
And he knows not his impending doom for he only believes
That he can live forever, but he is sure to see his fate
From his hiding place in the shadows near and far
Of this night he can say that love and time has faded away.
The beast within knows the untimely bounds of death
And life is just a stones throw away from his past
As he is now the hunted one lurking in the alleys
But does he know his life is at stake this moonlit night
And why does he hide when he is the aggressor and full with pride.
For he knows his time is short and he cannot make humans forget
His deeds of the past, for they do not understand his yearning
They do not understand his triumph, his pain, his agony
And they will strike him down in his hour or complete need
For the humans only see what they want and know where he should be.
This beast of night, oh how does he run when humans know the secrets?
Yet he stands true and fights when cornered and remembers very little
But this beast of the night will die before dawn from the relentless
And reckless misunderstanding of human ideas and thoughts
This beast deserves the finality of death, but can he yet preserve.
Alas, the wolf tracks his prey and cannot help himself as he feeds
On the weakness of death and the clueless importance’s of life
Oh, woe to you, the human who dares trap him and cross him
Woe to those who have kept him and how he flexes and pounces
Will the beast take human captives or will he himself live?
Written - 01/23/00
On this dreary night he roams through the empty streets
And he knows not his impending doom for he only believes
That he can live forever, but he is sure to see his fate
From his hiding place in the shadows near and far
Of this night he can say that love and time has faded away.
The beast within knows the untimely bounds of death
And life is just a stones throw away from his past
As he is now the hunted one lurking in the alleys
But does he know his life is at stake this moonlit night
And why does he hide when he is the aggressor and full with pride.
For he knows his time is short and he cannot make humans forget
His deeds of the past, for they do not understand his yearning
They do not understand his triumph, his pain, his agony
And they will strike him down in his hour or complete need
For the humans only see what they want and know where he should be.
This beast of night, oh how does he run when humans know the secrets?
Yet he stands true and fights when cornered and remembers very little
But this beast of the night will die before dawn from the relentless
And reckless misunderstanding of human ideas and thoughts
This beast deserves the finality of death, but can he yet preserve.
Alas, the wolf tracks his prey and cannot help himself as he feeds
On the weakness of death and the clueless importance’s of life
Oh, woe to you, the human who dares trap him and cross him
Woe to those who have kept him and how he flexes and pounces
Will the beast take human captives or will he himself live?
The Lovers Dance
Copyright - 3/8/00
The Lover’s Dance
He leaps into a shroud of darkness
As he defies his abysmal counterpart
No light, no fear shall comfort him
Bonded by the blood that beats in him still
The pure blood of evil
The dismal blood of afterlife.
This overbearing Lord and black
Shroud suffocate his immortal thirst
No happiness, no love becomes him
Yet the thoughts and patterns concern him
The thoughts of intimacy
The forgotten thoughts of killing.
He runs through tomb after tomb
Searching for his longingly lost love
No life, no forgetfulness shall obey
He longs to suffer for his mate in battle
He suffers for her
He rudely suffers for life itself.
The intoxicating glow of his vibrant
Violet eyes seizing her captive glance
No sounds, no pity as he sweeps her
A lover’s dance of truth and honesty beguiles him
A dance of insight
A brutal dance of new life.
A lumbering 500 years past into
Darkened evil now made whole and bright
No beginnings, no ends to this dreadful mean
Her grasps turn to polite sighs and his heart swells still
Her gasps broken and unfounded
Her sighs grip his heart.
The potent but faint beating of
Her tiny heart quells his hunger
No outside world abated, no importance of glandular
She succumbs to his power and becomes the thirst
The thirst of love
The new thirst of life.
This overbearing Lord once so
Shrouded in utter insightful darkness
No emptiness, no time for love
Has now forgiven life and stepped forth into light
Into the light of love
Into the bleak light of a lover’s dance.
The Lover’s Dance
He leaps into a shroud of darkness
As he defies his abysmal counterpart
No light, no fear shall comfort him
Bonded by the blood that beats in him still
The pure blood of evil
The dismal blood of afterlife.
This overbearing Lord and black
Shroud suffocate his immortal thirst
No happiness, no love becomes him
Yet the thoughts and patterns concern him
The thoughts of intimacy
The forgotten thoughts of killing.
He runs through tomb after tomb
Searching for his longingly lost love
No life, no forgetfulness shall obey
He longs to suffer for his mate in battle
He suffers for her
He rudely suffers for life itself.
The intoxicating glow of his vibrant
Violet eyes seizing her captive glance
No sounds, no pity as he sweeps her
A lover’s dance of truth and honesty beguiles him
A dance of insight
A brutal dance of new life.
A lumbering 500 years past into
Darkened evil now made whole and bright
No beginnings, no ends to this dreadful mean
Her grasps turn to polite sighs and his heart swells still
Her gasps broken and unfounded
Her sighs grip his heart.
The potent but faint beating of
Her tiny heart quells his hunger
No outside world abated, no importance of glandular
She succumbs to his power and becomes the thirst
The thirst of love
The new thirst of life.
This overbearing Lord once so
Shrouded in utter insightful darkness
No emptiness, no time for love
Has now forgiven life and stepped forth into light
Into the light of love
Into the bleak light of a lover’s dance.
The Knave
Copyright: 3/10/98
The Knave
I'll see you in hell
Where we all reside
Give your soul to the spell
And let it ride.
Don't be afraid
Don't be stupid
You may be spared
For what you did.
Vengeance will take you
To your grave
You'll play the fool
The joker, the knave.
Don't look ahead
Don't look for answers
You'll be dead
For your cancer.
If you think you've beat me and I'm down
Think again, because I'm still around
If you think ignoring me will make me go away
Check yourself, I'm stronger today.
The Knave
I'll see you in hell
Where we all reside
Give your soul to the spell
And let it ride.
Don't be afraid
Don't be stupid
You may be spared
For what you did.
Vengeance will take you
To your grave
You'll play the fool
The joker, the knave.
Don't look ahead
Don't look for answers
You'll be dead
For your cancer.
If you think you've beat me and I'm down
Think again, because I'm still around
If you think ignoring me will make me go away
Check yourself, I'm stronger today.
The Hunger
Copyright: 2/19/98
The Hunger
In the darkness, the flight is refreshing
A first kill for a man with will
Wings glide over cities slums
A first time for a man seeking crime.
Cannot be stopped
Blood drives him
Whisper of the moon
On the brink, the rim.
Blood surges through his veins, enticing
A second victim he claims future grim
Exhilarating and pulsating so alive
A second one he takes it's done.
Cannot be stopped
Thirst gives into hunger
Blood is gold and dug
He fly's out in a blur.
Insatiable, but rare
The hunger you find it at night
Feeding leaving us bare
Never give in without a fight.
Blood lust, but clean
The hunger unifies him as time
Feeding leaving unseen
Robbed the casket, an undead crime.
The Hunger
In the darkness, the flight is refreshing
A first kill for a man with will
Wings glide over cities slums
A first time for a man seeking crime.
Cannot be stopped
Blood drives him
Whisper of the moon
On the brink, the rim.
Blood surges through his veins, enticing
A second victim he claims future grim
Exhilarating and pulsating so alive
A second one he takes it's done.
Cannot be stopped
Thirst gives into hunger
Blood is gold and dug
He fly's out in a blur.
Insatiable, but rare
The hunger you find it at night
Feeding leaving us bare
Never give in without a fight.
Blood lust, but clean
The hunger unifies him as time
Feeding leaving unseen
Robbed the casket, an undead crime.
The Crow's Nest
Copyright: 3/10/2000
The Crows Nest
A black bird of great potential flies through the midnight air
Wandering and scoping for the demon's lair
As he happens upon the roost of life lost in dusk
He nears the fatal atrocities and stills the hush.
Large and unbridled he flies unwavering into the sky
And rests upon a man about to die
The crow who sees all and lives in heart and mind
Begins his survey of life and death behind.
Spirits engage in treason and rust from the grave
And men draw fear from the people he once saved
This bird of prey with definitive ways
Brings us our most cherished days.
A messenger of light and the blackest dark
Tails the lovers, friends, and family making a mark
The crow who foes endure in moments of agony
Will succumb to none in the vision of his tragedy.
Deepest souls renown with honor and glory
As the crow sheepishly perches upon me
The crows nest is lively and full
Pouring the outcast out from this pool.
As midnight falls and the demons strike from their graves
The crow begins with a whooping bray
He descends upon the fearful with blackened eyes
And for now the apparitions will say their goodbyes.
The cemetery settles and all is calm but not lost
It's the crow’s nest captured in the middle of the toss
The emancipated his followers again on this night
To be free of the doom and death's cold bite.
The Crows Nest
A black bird of great potential flies through the midnight air
Wandering and scoping for the demon's lair
As he happens upon the roost of life lost in dusk
He nears the fatal atrocities and stills the hush.
Large and unbridled he flies unwavering into the sky
And rests upon a man about to die
The crow who sees all and lives in heart and mind
Begins his survey of life and death behind.
Spirits engage in treason and rust from the grave
And men draw fear from the people he once saved
This bird of prey with definitive ways
Brings us our most cherished days.
A messenger of light and the blackest dark
Tails the lovers, friends, and family making a mark
The crow who foes endure in moments of agony
Will succumb to none in the vision of his tragedy.
Deepest souls renown with honor and glory
As the crow sheepishly perches upon me
The crows nest is lively and full
Pouring the outcast out from this pool.
As midnight falls and the demons strike from their graves
The crow begins with a whooping bray
He descends upon the fearful with blackened eyes
And for now the apparitions will say their goodbyes.
The cemetery settles and all is calm but not lost
It's the crow’s nest captured in the middle of the toss
The emancipated his followers again on this night
To be free of the doom and death's cold bite.
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