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| PEBBLE |
| 03.23.05 (5:08 pm) [edit] |
I gave you a stone from the ocean
a smooth, black pebble
darkness caressed by the sea
shingled over and over
cool in the palm
a stone cold
until held close
by your heartbeat
through rise and fall of tides
deep as the depths of forever
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| PRESENCE INTHE AIR |
| 03.19.05 (8:09 pm) [edit] |
Hush, be silent, a presence,
feel it there?
Dark and evil, succubine,
awaiting to ensnare.
The darkness permeates our tryst,
helpless not - but blind.
A rushing pulse, a shiver,
our spirits intertwined.
The air coalseals , an unseen hand,
a power pure and true.
A tattered scroll, at one unfurled,
our essence born anew.
Juxtaposed the forces,
tension mounts untold.
Silence shattered, secret words,
a battle, truth unfolds.
Sacred diction, hidden meanings,
so distorted by the swine.
So many lost and broken souls,
all drunken with his wine.
The whirlwind lifts us from inside,
the calling is at hand.
Don your robes, play your part,
the finale shall be grand.
Look deep inside, the time has come,
to stand up from the chair.
The dragonis loose, his end is near,
and all of Terra is his lair.
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| I LOVE YOU BUD |
| 03.19.05 (8:07 pm) [edit] |
My skin can still feel the warmth of your caress.
O! what cruel gods that have taken you from me!
How I long to feel the passion of your kiss,
As my soul cries out in endless misery.
Laying here atop your grave,
I flood the earth with my weeping.
My own death do I crave,
To be with you in eternal sleeping.
So, I raise this goblet to you, my beloved,
And drink the nectar, which shall deliver me into your embrace.
As the Happiness begins to pulse through my blood,
I see visions of your lovely face.
My darling! You have come for me!
Never again shall our souls part!
Our love will flourish through all Eternity,
And Sorrow be banished from our hearts
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| MOTHER |
| 03.19.05 (8:05 pm) [edit] |
If there has ever been anything in my live I have loved, it was you. Not your hands, graceful doves that distract. Not your eyes, flashing wet black jewels, fringed in silk. Not your laugh, liquid brook, silver bird in flight. Not your walk, a cloud on the hills. Not the blushes that leapt too quickly to your cheeks, or the lips that spoke such innocent lies. You.
Y ou were always afraid of the dark. I would rush to your screams, and, opening the curtains to the moonlight, I would slip into your bed, and hold you, vigilantly, until the dawn. You would tremble in my arms, a fragile bird, for a while, then relax as limp as a cat, so suddenly that it never once failed to make me catch my breath, until I could make sure of yours. You heard music, all around you, in rain and wind, in water and in laughter. You leaped into dance, soaring little gazelle, rare and golden horned unicorn.
Y ou saw good in everything, a broken mandolin, a worn out shoe, and you planted them with flowers. Your father laughed, but was delighted, by your simple faith in goodness .
A servant dropped your new mirror, and you held her hand as she cried, then helped her to a stool, and swept up the shards. I know, because I watched from the shadows.
A wed and humbled by you.
W hen my father died, and the light of the sun seemed dim to me, I cried, and you put my head on your shoulder. You patted me, as I had patted you through a thousand nights of colic, and you said, "It's all right, Mother. It's all right all right all right..." And I believed you.
You were a simple truth, and a profound one. Life and all creation existed, to me, because you were in it.
I would that you had been born deformed, or of unfortunate face. Did he love you for your hands, then? The lucky shape, the slender grace? Did he love you for your hair? The shallow depths of your skin? Did he love the new budded curve of your breasts, bloomed just yesterday, not much different from a thousand other maids? Yesterday was Rosamond, for him, and tomorrow would have been Sophia. All lovely flowers. Each a beloved, but not each alone.
I loved you down where the real Juliet lived. How could you have left me, for him?
W ho will tell me now, "It's all right, Mother. It's all right all right all right."
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| CONSUMED |
| 03.16.05 (7:35 pm) [edit] |
consumed
what have you wrought?
a miasma of betrayal as memories diminish.
once we savored innocence,
untainted and virginal,
but your desire soured.
a vengeful cloud of bitterness -
emotions follow bone, follow memory,
love consumed.
in a torrent of vengeance,
i reject you.
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| just another dang vampire wannabe |
| 03.16.05 (7:20 pm) [edit] |
just another dang vampire wannabe
It is a night of blood, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The beautiful one
rises.
Mist shrouds her pale form,
a timeless desire.
Her raven hair cascades over
pale and delicate shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I remember her.
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| PHANTOM PAIN |
| 03.16.05 (6:35 pm) [edit] |
Phantom Pain
Around, all around, the dark memories gather.
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my eyes.
It smites me, and darkly my
essence drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I dance
while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes.
This is because of you
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| CHORDED |
| 03.15.05 (10:59 pm) [edit] |
With a few words, my heart is torn,
from my pain, only sorrow is born...
Finally, behind the lies, my life I can see,
dreams collapsed, there is no hope for me...
Words of love, tarnished - lie, all they burn,
once love - now gone, forever, ashes to turn...
All those lies, in front of my eye, now flashes,
what once were my love, now only remain in ashes...
Tainted ashes of love, only feed the seeds of lie,
blown in the wind, to seek a victim, a heart to die...
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| misguided trust |
| 03.15.05 (10:41 pm) [edit] |
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you my friend are worse then a festering sore...
going on and on about how she loves you
just like a fool...
you oooz stupidity like an infected wound oozes puss ...
i'm sick that i gave you my misguided trust..
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| BROKEN |
| 03.15.05 (2:24 am) [edit] |
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tainted blood flows from my lips,
with this parting kiss,
i do dismiss...
why do i do this to myself
why do i lay myself open
only to have one salten my wounds
why do i like this pain so much
why do i burn for his touch
anger and pain drive this flame
i have no one else to blame
for this blaspimous game
i must play..
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