Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower
defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door.
Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer......
Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare...
and my dads uncle. Ever since I was young I was rhyming words together making poems. Every occasion like Mother's Day Father's Day, Christmas I was writing poems for my parents and grandparents. Over time I got really freaking good. I could write a good rhyming poem in...
Death is the line between shadow and light,
The flicker of a candle flame ready to go out.
Death is the sweet sick sensation, going upstairs,
When you get to the last step but the last step's not there.
Yes, here too
Is the ugliness of human decay.
The stench, the rot, the cold...
years from now, you'll never be the same you that you were before? The same you that would never doubt anyone's loyalty
Judge anyone's character
The same you who always stayed with the mindset that nobody was up to anything, there were no secret motives no back roads.
Which way's up and what lies down,
With no one to blame?
Who's the lowest of the low,
Who can justly define the way,
In which others should proudly sway?
You see, "love" is patient.
"Love" is kind.
But their "love...
The angel dog
High up in the courts of heaven today
a little dog angel waits,
with the other angels he will not play,
but he sits alone at the gates.
"For I know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels...
like he's playing the violin .
The strings are his skin and his bow is his razor.
The beautiful sounds coming from the violin are the crys of the lonely boy.
He watches the music notes fall down in the color red "splat, splat, splat"
He is plays quicker and as he stops he sees...
through hell and gone,
full many a live hard mile.
left dead and love unsaid,
left many a rootless child.
got unknown sons
got soldiered into life.
got taught to do our sums
in dust and blood and strife.
we don’t believe in any
kingdom that can come...
Cradling your heart,
Hoping to feel that fading pulse
Before I fall in love with dying.
But decay is seeping through the cracks,
So persistent that resisting
Becomes a love of destruction.
So I'm left to fall and sink into the pavement,
Wondering which one will cave in...
My life is a lie
My heart is on fire
My body is weak
When it come to desire
Say what you will
I believe it all
Every lie you tell
no matter big or small.
I hear what I want
And it's never the truth
That's one fault
I didn't lose with my youth.
fallen, autumn leafs with the muddy water in the tracks of the chorus. I feel the icy breath of the hunt and hear dogs moaning, this is the destiny of those who can’t and don’t want to wallow in the mud.
father murdered in prison
I am alive today
Because of the man who put him there
I met him as a boy
When I was just a small time thief stealing to survive
He knew my name
And I didn't know why he knew
He gave me a sandwich
And then just smiled
He'd do that from time to time...
Thinking of better time it remembers:
It still doesn't know its course,
What pushes it on in life?
It's light dims as it thinks of all its been through,
It can't help wondering why it burns despite the downpour of disasters.
For what reason do these fellow...
To shallow be thy breath,
To many sorry spilled in thee name.
Call no longer,
A demon of Fear devours thy soul,
Whilst victorious evil chase the angels away.
Give thee silence,
Give thee death,
Morrow with the dawn,
Sing thy funeral song.
Some name me poet, I do not so myself. Many thinks I am so and call me a fallen demon with poetic soul.
Perhaps they are right, and perhaps they are not... what I do know though is that a poet is one that is full of feelings and ways to describe this world. How the cresent moon...
Drip splash drip splash
Out goes the water lash.
Splash gurgle splash gurgle,
Spits the water lurgle.
Gurgle glap gurgle glap
The nut goes blap.
Glap sween glap sween
The pipes sing
Creeky crack creaky crack
It all comes crashing down.
Rusting from the rain,
The gears frozen a timeless pain.
Soft tears collect,
A vast sea to reflect.
The dimly lit candle,
A shivering blur in the darkness still.
The hollow, empty, fearful fall,
Over the cliff into the fog.
A pull from the earth says it all.
But time passes...
A speaker blare.
"Code blue! We have a could blue!"
The sneaker squeak and squawk upon the white shinny floor,
The thundering locks click on each door.
That damnable tick and fearless click,
This grinding gears winding to stick.
"Oh how they shout!"
"Oh how they scream! While...
hope you all like it
I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay
I believe in a second chance
I believe in a...
I must confess,
Stares at me from under the table so bleak.
Oh how i hate to think...
"No i shall not touch!"
I would never dare.
Even though the leather is worn and bare,
An ever luring sight,
With the laces strung up tight.
A criss cross pattern with a brand.
The owner i will...
I’m like the gray or white or baby blue,
Or one of those other crayons
You never take out of the box.
You’d rather leave the page alone,
Where it needs a color, than take me out of there.
So I get dry and waxy and break
Again and again,
But even then, if someone...
Baby maker, home maker
Is all that you could be.
Voting was a tradition for me only.
Riviter, baseball player
Is what you could be,
But all of the men were away fighting.
A forbidden transition spoke a dark yet happy truth.
It always has been just you and me. maybe i'm putting a smile in my face, maybe i'm laughing so loud as possible, maybe it seems that i'm happy, but there's just you who knows that it's not. who knows me right, who understands me. sometimes i see things reminding of you and there...
thanks for writing.
I got busy,
it got crazy,
fell in love
then we got lazy,
lost your email,
missed your message,
filter bumped you,
needs an edit,
I feel guilty,
fell so far
I'm scared to face you,
****** my phone up...
Heart laid to the realm of pain.
Seeking not for sorrow,
Never, yet, to remember thee in the 'morrow.
Silver words hang on thy tongue,
A retched breath fill thy lung.
An unfaithful mask,
Doth hide thy terrible task.
Thy words fall on deaf ears,
For truth never speaks of such...
living angel on this EarthShe's a caring,compassionate femaleShe's a hard working incredible nurseMy life has been lonely and emptyMy life has been filled with much painMy life has been hard to live throughMy life has been covered by rainThan from out of the south came the...
Your yellowish words,Like puke on my shoes.You have refusedTo let the birdsPeck out the headlinesOn our newspapers.Their appearanceIs like dirty diaper piles'.Do not return.Stick a cactusDown your throat.Let whiskey burnAnd erect usTo sail the Styx boat.
from the firmament.
Once, I was a mountain.
An ancient edifice standing tall and proud.
Immovable, immutable and unchanging.
Upon high, my song soared through the clouds
and rained softly upon the fields at my feet.
My roots stretched far, one with all of the Earth.
you and me.
After years of ceasing the fights,
I seek your lost company.
Burning bright, your a mantle of hope, shining far out of reach...
A mobile of security, hung above my cradle of dreams...
Slowly the spinning drifts me to sleep.
Greeted by a face familiar to me,
I found a white spider,
spinning a web from my
chest to my belly.
It hung like it was a jewel,
pierced into my navel.
I thought I’d scream,
and tear away the gossamer
threads from my breasts and,
Spiders make me awfully squeamish,
but I picked her up,
and gazed at...
although it is crazy to think I might be in those ranks!
She said "You are a traditional, lyric, poet in the style of Chaucer and Shakespeare!" Which is way beyond flattering! I just write what I'm feeling, what I've experienced and what I know...
Hi, everyone. My poetry never has titles, unless it's published, and I have to invent one for it.Anyway. This is my most recent work, and I'd like to receive some feedback, please.Thank you.At noon I am no one,The decline of life,The fifth circle of hell,The filth in the sky.I...
I sneaked under the rhythm of the night, in a mixture of the dark and a candle light; in warmth and silence of desire...All my senses came to life to perform for you. Naked.
I came to you for one purpose only. To touch me.
my language with whichI connect to the world,Life inspired,brushed on canvasfrom a palette of colorsa rainbow, a mixture, a blendof countless combinations, variationsfrom a pen stroke.You,crafter of words whichI createfrom collective awareness,my perceptive observations...
I dreamed you in the summer field,
a spoke in some eternal wheel.
October's path is swallowed
in a darkness I can't follow.
These evenings when I sit and try
to make some sense of our goodbyes,
the memory that moves me still
allows my love to lose my will,
and all I ever dreamed...
Rot with sorrow and bitter despair,
A tasteless tart, left on they tongue.
Thy breath be stilled in this living nightmare.
Evil tendrils be thy shackle and chain,
Terry not on this soul so vain.
Leave thee to die,
For this mortal shall death's shroud lie.
Be thy mind so weak...