Here are some of my poems. Some of them are inspired by Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, the philosophy and romanticism of which I hope I preserve in my work. I hope you like them. Any feedback is appreciated. Updated 05/06/98.
What is Love?
Morning After
Kiss My Heart
Daydreams
For Noggin
Absence
Dawn
Boredom
Alone
End
Rain
Thief
Akasha and Enkil
The Reign
The Savage Garden
The Savage Garden II
God
Grey
Savage Humility
To Survive
Without You
Lover
DesireWhat is Love? I asked the sky and the sky remained mute
I asked the clouds and the clouds passed me by
I asked the past, but I had no experience
I asked the future, but my vision was blurred
I asked the wise man and he sent me home
I asked the priest and he showed me his God
I asked my mother and she showed me my father
I looked at you, and I knew.
Morning After. Covers strewn in disarray
slowly recovering the senses that apply to the waking world
blearily accepting reality
and your absence
the sweat on my skin and the thoughts in my mind
the only testament to our love.
Kiss My Heart. Kiss my heart with your love
grace me with your presence
pleasure me with your attentions
let me grow in love and hope
and kiss my heart again
to bring me to rest.
Daydreams The fire in my dreams
the heat between us
the soulful look in your eyes
and I love youOur bodies meet in embrace
and sweet music
takes the night
by surpriseEmerging from a waking dream
a smile remains upon my lips
as I think of you
For Noggin In my core you exist
as a thought, a wish, a dream
a reminder of my love
an idea that lights my way
through the night.
Absence Such a short absence
but it felt like an eternity
a lifetime of waiting
an endless wash of meaningless timeSuch a short absence
but the miles never felt more significant
time never passed so slowly
a frown on my face
where once there was a smileSuch a short absence
healed by two words
a rift no more
until the next time, love
I will wait for you.
Dawn
chasing after an elusive wisp of thought
a vague recollection
of a memory lost
a need for cohesion
in disordered chaos
a void aching to be filled
and as time spins slowly forward
inspiration is lost
driven away with the cobwebs
of morning.
drilling into my head
smashing my skull
mindless functionality
in this sea of being
no benefit is reaped
from this toil
When will I be done?
What point serves this place?
This boredom?
Discard forced thoughts
Let your mind wander free
And think to inspire
Peel off the paint
Shake clear of reason
And float off in a new direction
Shape and challenge existence with verve
Drift through ideas
Mull your secrets
Accept your failings
Alight on reality
you dwell
forever
lost
and grief
or what once was
and what is
and what will never be
easy
running down the window pane
rivulets joining in a race
falling in silence
yet calming my mind with its tones
encouraging the aroma of grass and earth
restoring the vitality of nature
life anew.
You rob me of reason
Lay siege to my desires
And assault my soul with your love
Subtract my sense
And drive my passion
Overboard
In your world
Your substance
And ran with it
Into the heat
Of our love
Akasha and Enkil
ever watchful, ever waiting,
ever attentive
they stare out.
out and into space
as if they see the ultimate answer
in the fabric of us
one who would love them
and yet destroy them
in sullen silence
and silent rage
Akash seeks her king's destruction
and her prince
in a whirlwind of romantic reason
Akasha and her prince
wreak the Queen's will
upon the bodies
of weak and mortal men
unsuspecting and unafraid
little knowing the power they possessed
red haired and green eyed twins
born from greatness, destined to greatness,
acting in greatness
embers glowing in the night,
the death feast began.
the organs of their Queen
to complete the cycle, and preserve their people.
In death, gods,
In sleep, watchers,
And in the end, free.
the reign of Queen Akasha and King Enkil.
many lives lost, many lands gained,
traditions and sacred rituals laid waste,
never to be perform'd again.
beautiful she was. and cold she was
filled with misunderstanding of the unfamiliar -
this her downfall.
but weak in mind and in resolution.
possessive he was. and in awe he was
this his downfall.
pushed to unholy sin
Two twins there were,
beautiful and powerful witches
hated by the Queen and King
mistresses of the spirits
defiled before a court
changing them, shaping them
making them anew.
geatly improved they were
replenished in physical and mental ways
new powers they gained
powers of the mind and the flesh
though enamoured of the sun and day
that heavenly body could no longer
bear witness to their faces
under curses
under oaths
as gods they became
driven by a terrible thirst
as strong as any desire
worshipped by their subjects
sacrificing the living that they may remain
existing. indefinitely.
forever guarded
always loved
eternally loathed
Unnatural harmony between flesh and spirit.
Death without meaning.
shut in and yet free
big eating small
survival of the fittest
another day in the world
as life goes on around
struck by the brutality of life
the futility of life
in the Garden
a thousand stars floating by
revelling in the complexity of the clouds
startled by the gravity of
falling
into the Savage Garden
riding on the wind
always knowing, always sensing
the heart that beats
for this world
and I hope I never leave
this Wonderful Savage Garden
chained and manacled
in the alleys and the streets
shameful remembrance
another day in the world
violence all around
accepting the brutality of life
the futility of life
in the Garden
burning in the fire
my soul stripped bare
the fallen angel raping my mind
that scours the plains of my existence
when will I be permitted to leave
this Tragic Savage Garden?
void.
atoms.
light.
salad dressing, tomatos, cans of half-eaten soup.
the world.
a microbe.
a dot on a microbe.
me.
zoom out.
a sandwich.
a half-eaten sandwich.
A mouldy half-eaten sandwich.
In a fridge.
In my fridge.
I am god.
contemplating deep thought,
skimming through the stratosphere
of a thousand blue-green planets.
Just another day in my hectic showbiz life
tapping in to communications satellites
watching interviews of those who've seen me
and pictures of 'grey'.
in my subterranean starship in the sky
wondering what they think
of the cleverness of me.
just a matter of a few buttons
what would these creatures do
if they knew the freedom I do?
count me out
because they don't see
the whole universe laid out on show
and as such
they'll never understand
their positon in infinity.
subservience in your voice
quietly cursing
silently hoping
wishing
praying
Savage Humility
in their death a brutal attacker
in their memory humble
in your mind turmoil
Savage Humility
half wanting revenge
not entirely with us
yet always on the ball
Savage Humility
to horror and suffering
and the suppression of her voices
to find a greater good
Savage Humility
kicking up dust
whipped by the wind
poorly sandaled feet blistered and bleeding
Walking for mile after torturous mile
one thought constant
food, water, survival
his gnarled hand clutching an old wooden staff
wrinkles and lines of age score his bearing
stretched in inner anguish
Still the thought remains
food, water, survival
ragged and soaked with blood and sweat
raising his sun blackened face to the sky
it was never this hard before
food, water, survival
tripping over his battered sandals
knees, old and worn,
encased in earth and painful pricks of gravel
he levers himself upright
food, water, survival
on what he percieves to be his third day of travel
an old man ends the journey of his life
a labour of love
life
an impulse
to survive
I stumble through the wilderness
of life
without you
The lights are too bright
and the way is too hard
in my life
without you
fallen by the wayside
crying out for help
without you
cast by hostile rocks
screaming my pain
without you
delusions pass before my eyes
images of you
dying in the burning sun
without you
and I melt inside
tingles my spine
makes my world seem right
brings a shiver to mine
tickles my being
takes me to heaven
burning in a million fires
consuming
terrible
all conquering
lust
desire
(c)1998 Mad_Brit's Nuthouse. Nick this and it's called plagiarism.