untitled..... across the chasms of vision, there lies a multitude. what we want-we see what is there-who knows? deep inside, in the dark places the corners of perception lies the truth of this world. a choice it takes, to see the ugly or the beautiful, the hate the love, the criminal or the innocent...., we "are" this world. understanding life is seeing clearly. we condem ourselves by condeming eachother. or vice versa. which came first is not important. the ugliness, hate, the wars will stop when we decide to make a choice! a simple choice. leave the judgement for god or the devil. we are not built for such a heavy job! we were made by love, of love, for love!!!
(The above Poem was written by my wife Monica in her earlier years before we met I liked it and put it up on my site. Hope you enjoyed.)
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insecurities flutter about me like biting insects in the night, standing on the shore of fear, looking out towards the banks of trust, i start to soar until the chain around my heart is pulled taunt, could i navigate your sea of scars?.....
(The above poem just came to me one night. I got up out of bed and jotted it down. I like it alot.)
spring thaw.....
your eyes light the the fires deep within my soul, so much like mine, yet so much more, emotions locked up in my pain begin to thaw like arctic glaicers moving slowlyfrom the poles. you leave your mark deep in the earth of my heart. your laughter is the tons of ice destroying the scars of the past and creating the fertile valleys of my future.
(Spring Thaw poem was written for a young girl that showed me that I could feal again and that thing would be alright.)
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the multitude of one swarms over me, devouring my past with a locust hunger. picked clean to the naked bone, empty sockets faceing the sky waiting for the storm on the horizon to fill them with thier future. i carry the life i led before,deep within my bones; it's faint echo will support the body of my new life. you rain down on me with torrents of love, giving blood to my desire. you are the eight weaver who spins the silk of my body. you are the hand i hold as i walk east.
The above poem came to me on day in the late 90'sand I jotted it down in about five minutes. It just bursted out of my head. It wasn't written for anyone it just came to me and it is my favorite. It is also the last poem I have written in a while. I'm still waiting for the next one.
ROUGE MOON...
Your Soul is like a massive celestial body, effecting the space around you. I am the rouge moon entering your sphere of influence. As I near you, I see many rings like "Halos", are they the remains of sattelites that failed to achieve syncranous orbit? Upon closer insection I see many other space travelers, not unlike myself, approaching your outer limits, Hurtiling towards you I realize I can no longer stave off your planetary pull. I am captured by your radiant beauty, resistance is futile,I'm totally enthralled. I fear an uncertian fate. Will I be one of many outer orbiters happy to mearly bask in your luminosity from a distance? Will I manage to avoid the solar eddies to achieve an inner orbit; only to be crushed into millions of tiny fragments leaving yet another decorative ring? What are the chances that I could be the one to achieve syncronicity? Like Luna and Tera dependant on eachother, mated for eternity prefoming the dance of life.
Rouge Moon was written for a girl I really lusted after in Atlanta when I lived there in the mid 90's. I knew it wouldn't last long and it inspired me to write Rouge Moon.
Faith In A Lost Love...
Your beauty is a sight to sooth my loney eyes. Only too late did I realize,that you are the one that I want forever in my life, you are the one that I someday wish to call my wife. To know that for now you are with another brings me saddness and pain. But, for the situation I could never blame. Now you must be on your own, to chart a course unknown, in the end, you'll come back I truely believe. So when you do, promise me you'll never leave. Together as one our hearts will sing, and on your finger I'll place a ring.
("Rouge Moon and Faith" are two of my earlier works that I dug up while cleaning the house they were written in the early 90's I was obviously going through some heart pangs but things did finally turn out for the best.)
Souls interwoven,the fates feel us,. I want to fly,...I am lead.
Do the stars shine for you? Hypnotic mornings blind me like a gauntleted fist. Claymores in my heart, I feel your satin. Bluegray penetrations, silloets at dusk. Can you feel me? Darkness covers me Do the stars shine for You?
("Pain & Questions" is another one that I found while doing some house cleaning I guess I was still in a dark mood.)
Your mind bites me. The lashes from your tounge leave welts on my soul. I bleed etheral energy into your shallow eyes. Does my pain appease you? Slowly I drown in you.
("Psychic V." just came to me while entering the other poems I love it when that Happens.)
Pain & Questions....
Psychic Vampire....
Chioces
I walk through your mind unnoticed for years waiting to devour.
Pain,misery,stress all feed me.
I thrive in your failures.
I am the bitter memories you hang onto.
Learn from me or perish.
I am the teatcher.
I am salvation for the wise and cancer to the foolish.
I am your shadow.
Bloody footprints lead the way to enlightenment or destruction.
Choose wisely.
I care not.
I am you.
(lets just say I've been surfing alot of dark sites lately. It just came while on the net. I quickly jotted it down and here it is.)
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