Hold on my Dearest

Fragrance no more,
Yet scents they do last.

Petals peeled gentley,
From ataxic gardens,
Of dying roses.

Take no love from my wishes,
Darling.

However missed you are,
I shall see you again.

When these petals will shower us,
I'll gratify their intent.

Leaving my past,
To carry on,
With you...

Portrait

I'm not conceived,
Of deadly bees,

Nor am I graced,
By heaven's sage,

I live alone,
Among the trees,

And wither,
While I age-

My meals are made,
Of wheat and cheese,

To maybe,
Live my way,

I eat in peace,
Far as I see,

I'd really,
Rather stay.

Death, My Darling -- Inspired by William Butler Yeats

Held tight,
Grip not uplifting.
A gaze as blank and pitiless as the sun.

Her hands glide...
Silk, soft, and caring.
Sweetly caressing her own arm.

Her child had been unborn before her,
Taken alone across a sea of unknown.

Her eyes empty.
Still -- like an angel.
The garnished door of majesty shut tight.

Locked forever.

Thine Enemy -- Inspired by Robert Harrick

Come readied, armed, and meant for death,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin'.

Come raise the sword which lent you breath,
Spin and set it flyin',

Come fierce and fast, mind set to kill,
Indictive of their lyin',

Come silent, red, and eyes shut still,
Tomorrow we'll be dyin',

Ode to the Wells

They, deep.
They, lost.
Those sorrows,
They cost.

They, deep.
They, found.
Those people,
They drowned.

They, deep.
They, cold.
Those secrets,
They hold.

They, deep.
They, lost.
Those sorrows,
They cost.

Still Life

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Keybox -- Inspired by William Blake

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

Is where it wanders missed by eyes?
Or rather does it simply hide?

I greatly wonder -- greatly try,
To picture what might lie inside,

I ponder, ponder, and confide,
That truly, I am mesmerized,

Oh in what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the lockbox, chained, disguised?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Does lie the answer to our lives?

Moments That Last Forever

Songs were sung and thoughts did render.
Moments that last forever.

As I gaze on twilight splendor.
Moments that last forever.

When we spent our time together.
Moments that last forever.
Moments that last forever.

Haiku

Corruption, Fire,
Clefts of deep integration,
Harbor the black soot.

Sanctuary

Lie my head,
Gently rested.
Concrete bed,
Heart infested.
Sorrow, dead,
Life in question.
Daily bread,
Still pretending.

Cult

Through the muck we pave our way,
Jaunty tunes and dance and play.
We light the sewer rot ablaze,
And raise to new enlightened days.

We laugh and scoff and haze and taunt,
The Gods above approve us not,

Our toothy grins, our lively eyes,
Our mere psychotic face disguise.
The fire wheel of holy lies,
We joke and jest at such reprise.

We see not life but deep inside,
As heaven, hell, and earth collide.

We take a sip of aged blood,
Rejoice in all that rains above.
Retake the fall until we've won,
And lift the break to be undone.

Tim

Beyond the stars is a girl in chains,

Who is enslaved by prophecy.

Ever, can she break free?

A hero will save you,

For Love goes beyond death.

Shine

A spark, like that of a star.
As such it shines down.
From high, high above.

No mortal can reach this light.
No one can grace its touch.

Yet it glimmers hopefully,
Mockingly,
And desertedly.

It stares emptily,
Despite promising wonders.

These constellations of light,
May yet grant me immortality.

So I may reach them,
And float with them forever...

Heartfelt Comparisons

In all my life I've held no flower,
To compare it to thine lips.
Nor would I climb the highest tower,
To seek a gentle kiss.

Amongst the hills and rolling plains,
Of mice and deer to race.
Or holy falls of peaceful rain,
Your beauty they outgrace.

Yet may your eyes still shine like stars,
On all my weakest days.
Lifting up my drowned scars,
And light my heart ablaze.

Although you gleam like heaven not,
Your beauty true lies not forgot.

Recognize

Hopelessly entwined.
Dreams shattered,
Hearts battered,
Fare thee well divine.
Fill my glass afull with wine.
Pitter, patter,
Thoughts been scattered,
Deadly road of mine.

Where will I head?
Fate always knows best,
But who's to say I agree?
Heart made of lead,
Fall deep into rest,
Never released to be free.

Not Entirely Untitled

The simpleness,
The sorrow,
The hope that is,
Tomarrow,

Weary eyes,
Break of day,
Sorry guise,
And shift away,

Holy dawn,
Shielded lies,
Oversee,
Misguided lives,

The happiness,
The hollow,
The will to take,
And follow.

Dialogue

The Intrigue

It Haunts

The Script lost
Lines Unsaid
No sound Resounds
And all Falls away
Into Silence

Suessishingly

In your house and mine,
It's two after nine,
And wonders await our awakening.

Pure white oases in great porcelain bowls.
And circular loops with doughnut shaped holes.

Yellow and green ones,
Crushed and obscene ones,
Deliciousness for our mouth's taking.

I quiver, and gasp, and wince as I eat.
I shiver, and rasp, with chills to my feet.

Indescribily, crunchingly, yummy.
A party inside of my tummy.
These wonders have left my bones shaking.

Sift Through the Sands

It flows,
Breathing harshly,
Forcing this cold despair,
Upon those who do not revolt,
Fight this,

Sleep,
Foggy, endless,
Dreaming, seeing, yet disbelieving,
Holding no candle to sorrow,
Forever.

Dreamed Awakening

The blade is dull.
The hilt disfair.
The shimmers of gold,
Now emptily bare.

The grass is all dead.
The muck thickly creeps.
And all is surrounded,
By lifetimes of deep.

The rotted trees loom.
Their life long since strangled.
The world that they've known,
Is deathly entangled.

The sword still slips sinking.
Its blade does not gleam.
It falls deeper down,
In an unending dream.

Interphased

To see their face,
Collective binded,
Altogether blinded,
Gone without a trace.

To see their lies,
Collectively taken,
Altogether shaken,
Gone without reprise.

To see their fate,
Collectively gathered,
Altogether mathered,
Gone without new slate.

Poke'love

Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
You give me sweet resolve.

From Bulbasaur to Celebi,
I must collect them all.

Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
The times we have are grand.

In pallet town or golden rod,
You always take my hand.

Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
I love you to this day.

We'll own those noobish trainers,
In all good fun and play.

Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
Id rather you be here,

So I can maybe grin and laugh,
And shed a loving tear.

Reap

Fear me not my precious child,
All will be well in the mist and the wild,
It's not your life I've come to take.

I stand before you tall and vile,
But no harm do I pose,
So fear me not my precious child.

I see you tremble, cry, and shake,
But I will be gone before long,
It's not your life I've come to take.

You writhe and squirm beneath my smile,
With tears bearing innocence - please,
Fear me not my precious child.

You, still pure, may make mistakes,
But you still have long to go,
It's not your life I've come to take,

Bells will toll and hills will rise,
Speechless you are, distraught your soul cries,
Fear me not my precious child,
It's not your life I've come to take.

War

This is war,
War it is,
It's filled with pain,
It's filled with sin,

It feels no fault,
It holds no doubt,
No one single man,
Will ever get out,

Ride the hope,
Fight the despair,
Lift up your hand,
And feel whats not there...

Thoughts and Revelations

Left to wander,
Sit and ponder,
Sift through thoughts,
Grow weak and somber,

Walk the road,
That all men plunder,
Tell the tale,
That shakes with thunder,

A mind at ease,
Is a mind at rest,
And a mind who pleas,
Is a mind I detest,

For all of the world,
Is not all of its glory,
It's simply the start,
Of the age old story,

Men live and laugh,
And lay to die,
They love, they learn,
They say goodbye.

Entwined in my Branches

Entwined in my branches--


Are gilded tomes of ages lost,
The price to be paid: a sickening cost.

They glide unannounced, into your stare,
That those who will read, are left unaware.


Entwined in my branches--


Lay crystalline jewels of green, gold, and blue,
That if they're disturbed, they fall back on you.

Their stories encased, in gem colored frames,
The lessons they teach, are always the same.


Entwined in my branches--


Twist several bends of bones of friends,
Who've taken their pasts to a well sought for end.

Who hope to get back, all that they gave,
Who spend their whole life, digging their grave.

Noise

I am dead in society,
Its twists and turns,
And banks and curbs,
Have all but ruined me,
An unworldly addiction,
To a sorrowful trance,
And all of hell's angels,
Sing above me.

The Black Violin

Halls of echoing agony,
And walls that have worn away with time...

A man who played the violin,
Played only on his saddest days.

His music may have caused others to grow weary with chagrin,
But this man played in solitude.

And through his lonely screeches of sorrow,
He gave pardon to the life that had forsaken him.

From deep in the eye of a storm,
This man played his penultimate score,

And the final symphony he would play,
Would be his last breath...

The house still stands, as it always had.
But a new coat of eeriness has been painted over its allure.

For always upon the fall of night could be heard,
The melancholy aria of the black violin...

Spider Poem

Spider, Spider,
Creep and crawl,
Spider trecking,
Up my wall,

See it wonder,
While you sleep,
See the spider,
Crawl and creep,

Why does the hourglass always stay full?
Enters the spider in blistering skulls...

See the spider,
Dangle down,
See it touch,
Onto your crown,

Spider, Spider,
Nix and bite,
Spider draining,
You of life...

An Ode to Ill Will

Oh Ill Will,
How it satisfies your feeble mind,

Oh Ill Will,

The tragic life you left behind,

Love was not found,

Truth had been lost,

You left your world as a child,
And still, Ill Will,

You never cease to shine those eyes,
And never left a man to die,

So see, Ill Will,
That all the hate despite your tries,
Can never match the care inside.

Creation

Blank, white, paper... drifting...
A never ending tale at a loss for words.

A story never read, and never told.
It has no purpose.
None defined anyway...

This inkspot of vague blindness,
Its true form waiting to be revealed.

Master, Creator, destroyer of worlds,
And holder of the future...

All fancy titles for a man with a pen.
But little more do his creations know than what he puts into them?

And when he writes, they act unknowingly in accordance.
They shift through their lives, nothing predetermined.

A writer is always continuing his story,
On sheet or in mind.

Perhaps leaving this blank, white, paper to keep drifting,
On the wind...

Lost

I lead myself,
Yet I am blind,
I cannot see,
This path of mine,

I fade in trance,
Release my mind,
I stay my words,
To be confined,

If only, If only,
I cry,
If only, if only,
I'd die...

An Ode to Twilight Skies

Illumination before sunrise,
The day's awakening.

A demon sleeps...
For now, it lies dreaming.



Dull, gray, lifelessness...
A sense of some dark tranquility.

A perfect world,
Nevermore.

Timeless

In mind,
In trance,
In the depths of sweet romance,

For me,
For others,
For all of the world,

For past,
For future,
For a tale never told.