Resplendent Lovelorn

Dismissible agony
the long hours spent upon ones broken knees
fingers clenched, deep contusions of endless torture.

Forever waiting
eternity disappointed
never wanes the early morn
Torture

wounds are deep
body, vessel is chilled
crimson blood soaks the infected bandages
the opiate fades away
Torture

Begging, pleading at Mercy's feet
tears staining the rustic robes of Justice
Torture

Jagged stitching torn away by the barbed wired
hands of Judgement
Bleeding , draining, this lamentable gnawing pain
deep from the stomach of Hell
Torture

All is dark, there is no light
without them here
to save me.

Neurotic Madman

Stalked....followed

Through the dimly lit streets and alley ways

A mask to hide the cunning, a sheep to hide the wolf

stalked...followed.


He remembers

The fragile spun gold embedded into thin threads
the glimmer of her ebony hallow eyes
he thin bone fingers spindly weaving her web together, her music notes flowing across the keys
the stiff broken smile, plastered forever upon her simpering lips.

Cradled forever in my embrace
I love her, even after they found me.

soaked from femur to labium in her cosmic serum
her crimson sap of life


Pace and sit....pace and sit
I am barred, forever bound or so they think.
...the bars on the window...again her white bone spindly fingers.
freeze dried polar core, tranquil and emaciated

She is not gone.

I love her, and even though they see me,
I still can smell and see the fragile spun gold
bathed in a heavenly crown
of scarlet gore.

Mirage

dents.
smears.
broken cracks in glass.

Perfect, perfection to the human eye?

not a ripple
not a tainted mirage
no false encounter or devil eye trick.

mirror, reflection of thy self

Perfect, perfection to the human eye?

To the World

He is my light
that brightly hot sun
feel his warmth
taste his sweetness and heed his word.

Track down the second footprints in the sand.

smile at an answer
cry at his undying mercy
and fall
into
that long awaited
embrace.

Super Nova

I left him there

standing there beneath the haven of stars

I left him there

I am learning how to let go
I am going to let go at last

I left him there

Breaking free to find myself
to explore identity to the last burning spark
that last flame

I left him there
pleading to become my escape

I left him fading there
to the last dying fire.

Dying, suffocating...steamy breath

I left him holding on

I left him

I left

I

Right?

Wishing of the Heart

Plastered white wash picket

Evergreen blade cut ever so fine
Puppy paws on the porch,
yellow bus at the corner.
Kiddies back from the schooling pack.
Daddy home from work
Mommy baking cookies.

Plastered white wash picket

Daddy's arms embrace Mommy's waist
Mommy is lonely with all of gone,
but Mommy has daddy, and Daddy loves Mommy.
Together they are happy.....
Eternal family, forever they stand.

Enclosed by plastered white wash picket.

Scribe

paper yellow skin
ripped and torn
battered and weather-worn
cover thread bare, dusted gravel
silent voice
bursting of knowledge
wise of old
Forgotten.
one dawn stumbled upon by a mysterious
child looking for an answer.
Discovery by choice.
Just a stupid book...no....no
key to knowledge
past, present, and future things to come
A book, a book, a book

A message.

The Tease

The icy crystals hover above the freezing ground.
No footprints plaster the untouched snow, that has
silently fallen the evening before.
Drippy ice daggers dangle from the naked branches
of the emaciated trees.
The wind is wild today though it swirls no skipping leaves through the
air.
Today wind is lonely, the dancing flakes are not company.
It is an evil trick of sister cold to tease brother wind who
shrieks in sorrow. These cold embers remain silent as stone,
as they lay to rest, with their snide smiles of gloating.
Brother wind lets his voice cry....no....howl in sorrow
at the thought of no playmate
this winter.

Fear Not?

Deep on the edge of thought

Trapped...No....contained in thought

Searching....searching but for what, only the labyrinth of my mind

except that wooded door, that oak wooden door at

the end of my subconsciousness

the one that's freshly engraved with the intricate road map,
the personal lines of my scars.

the door with the brassy silver knob, no longer shiny and perfect,
but still beautiful in in its imperfections.

Am I afraid? Very much so...

What is behind that door, the one so beautiful with the faint glow of light underneath.

So beautiful

The happiness I fear to digest.

My Eye

Robin, Robin perched so high
night has lingered, day is nigh.
why so sallow robin why?

Self pity and despise I fear.

How dare blue catch his eye.
Mellow, sweet, cunning blue jay singing high
flirting to broad eagle nigh

Blue sings a song to bid
she wants broad eagle by her side
Nothing but to break the brawn
Father Frosts' demon spawn?

Catch the hunter, break like prey
I, little robin protect eagle I may
Dive bomb, dive swoop across dim sky
catching his broad eagle eye

Blue jay loses another, boy goodbye

Blue Jay, blue jay perched so high
watching robin.....time to die

Undead Haunting

What travels through your mind when the outside you once knew

turns ice cold?

When you are forever stalked by the growing shadow

of THEIR presence?

Haunting ever haunting....

I loved you, yet you haunt me so.

Day after every long minute....forever.

I see your eyes of thunder-cloud grey..I smell your scent of sea foam and cinnamon toothpaste whispering in the breeze.

I wake restless in the night, your touch brushes against the tear stains on my cheeks,

always there, always watching.

Never part of the present reality, but always in my dreams.

Kill....kill me already

I beg! I plead!

Won't this nightmare ever end?

Won't this empty void ever disappear?

I remember those last few nights spent.

Your eyes bore sallow, hollow light, ebony light,
cheeks sunken to the bone, spindle shaking fingers,
raspy voice....the thick smell of antiseptic.

Drowning, drowning, gasping those last breaths.

No goodbye or I love you.

hand on my cheeks, slowing falling to the sweat soaked sheets.
Never again to fill with warmth.

My best friend? My lover?

no...no...much more

My everything.

....

Broken Bird

Tear by tear she awaits the night,

chained and bound with earthly sorrows.

Gagged and silenced by society's censor

bruised and beaten,

Capitol's slave of Conformity.

Burden's lips pucker at the iron bitterness,

of the weak-minded

Shaking, trembling,

The broken bird no longer chirps or spreads her wings.

Cannot find her voice or an untamed breeze to soar her over that....

uncharted.....

death......

...

Mules of the World

The burden heavy that you must carry,

up the lane and fire plains,

through the snow and thunder rains.

That one small pebble weighing down

the small confines of your pack.

Day by day, heavier and heavier.

Holding the weight of that one small pebble, one small burden

committed by the weight of the world.

Life: It happens so step back and look.

Savor the moment you don't know when it will cease to exist. simple small nothings in the roll of

life will be missed.

things like the smell of freshly baked cookies after coming home late.

the sound of the basketball swishing though the hoop on the backyard court.

the turning pages of the newspaper

finger paintings hanging on the wall

the sound of your sweethearts car stalling in the drive

the dancing till midnight the night of prom

piano keys playing an unforgotten melody

all those summers fishing with grandpa and boating on the lake, learning to water ski

Things happen all to fast, so fast sometimes you forget to say a simple goodbye or i love you.

Time is too fast when you let the world suck you in. You need to savor the moment watching the

stars, seeing a sunset, a baby's birth, ocean waves licking your toes, dancing a slow one with

homecoming royalty, making smores by the campfire with friends, true love's first kiss....Savor

the moments life happens too too fast.

I Am Divine

I looked in the mirror the other day-
"You are divine" i heard a voice say
My eyes were wide with much surprise,
"Oh no I'm no, just see my eyes.
They're much to small, i wish they were blue."
The voice came again, " You are joyful and true."

I looked at my neighbor with such a sigh,
"You're so thin!" was my weak cry.
She seemed quite stunned, then said to me
"Things aren't always what you see,
I'd give anything if i were you
For you are righteous and truthful too."

I picked a book off the shelf.
Then knew i couldn't live with myself
I promptly put it in its place,
then felt the Spirit take place.
"I knew you'd pick the one you should
you thirst for knowledge---That is good."

I told my brother. "It's not funny,
You are rich with so much money."
He said, " I'm rich that much is true
but i would rather be like you.
You're honest, good, and always kind
People like you are hard to find."

It took awhile but i caught on,
And soon my list of wishes was gone.
How blessed i am from up above
with God and friends and joy and love.
No money can buy these gifts of mine
I'm a Daughter of God and I am DIVINE!

*Again i did not write this,but it is one of my favorite poems.

Wait for the One

Wait for the one who will be your best friend,

who drops everything to be with you even when he is in the middle of something

wait for the one who makes you smile like no other, and when they smile you know they need

you,

wait for the one who wants to show you off when you are in sweats and have no makeup on, but

appreciates it when you get all dolled up for him,

Wait for the one that when making conversation takes your breath away

wait for the one cares about your opinion and views on things

wait for the one who has that daredevil smile that gives both of you a sense of adventure

wait for the one who loves you for being you and doesn't need a mask to hide behind for you.

wait for the one you will make you the center of his universe because he's of course the center of

yours.

* I did not come up with this I just liked how it sounded

The Road Last Taken

Standing at the crossroads, a fork between a road, two different paths two different endings.

Together they stand hand in hand at the crossroads.

A typical boy handsome and funny, a typical girl tall and intelligent just sixteen. Grasping fingers

at the crossroads.

Love is strong ,love is hard. But standing at each crossroad lays something different.

To the right a new hair raising adventure, to the left a forgotten dream.

Together at the crossroads.

He acts strong, but feels the past slipping farther away and she feels the same.

Drifting towards a heart felt dream. She's a strong person, his motivation is well used. Her dream

will take her far.

He's a confident young man, her presence taught him well, he will survive on this brand new

adventure.

There is no goodbye at the crossroad, at the fork. They knew this day was near. Their hands

retract at the first steps.

Passing at the crossroads. No one is there to witness this everyday change of heart for the

better.

The act is silent, the act is change.

Will the journey be happy? That's all up to them.

Before the final destination they turn back the last time and smile. The forgotten road and the

forgotten past reminds them of their shared happiness.

She cries as she follows her heart.

He laughs at the face of fear when the challenge arrives.

The crossroads know they have made the right choice.

But what of the forgotten road?

Falling

He holds your hand in a woolen mitten, his breath turns to frosty clouds.

The red of his lips and the ice blue of his eyes.

Frosty crystals drift from the sky, they settle on each eye lash.

He uncovers his hand to brush the droplets away, you're gently turning in circles.

His eyes never leave yours, just keeps staring as if into your soul.

Suddenly he begins to fall away, the ice beneath his feet is suddenly slippery.

You look down to find him in a pile on the ice. Snow freckles his spiky head of hair.

A giggle echos from your mouth, you turn and skate away spinning, spinning, spinning, around

and around. Strong arms encircle you yet you keep spinning, twirling. The snow spins with you

along with the trees.

Closing your eyes you fall into those strong arms, knowing its alright to fall this time.