| My Poems and Stories |
| Resarection After a hundred years of sleep he pushes off the lid to his coffen.This is his resarection. Under the street lamp his coat of leather shimers and shines. The light making his face look ever more dead.This is his resarection. He stands in the shadows away from peering eyes. There he stands listening...listening to the thunder of the far off bass.This is his resarection. This is his resarection. This is the begining of the end. And our fate oi sealed with the crash of a drum. |
| In the spot light On the stage I stand, a thousand or more people in the crowd, the groupies all gathered about, then it starts. And I'm in the spot light, the light is locked on me, it's the warm sun on my face, and it's mine. The crowd screams, screams as I take the mic. this is my gift, this is my sanctuary, And I'm in the spot light, the light is locked on me, it is my life, and it's mine. The drum pounds, the gitaurs roar, the crowd guites down. And I'm in the spot light, the light is locked on me, the light gives me life, and it's mine. |
| The Dream The couple runs through the forest. The hidden riders chase them. The eyes of the trees seem to watch them as they pass. I watch from behind the monstrous hill. As the couple came closer I see their white faces. One was a young girl, the other a young man. The girl clung to the man's neck. She cries as they run up the hill. The riders corner them. They descend from their horses. Ine rider, the tall one pulls out a blade. The other one grabs the girl, and they severed her head. The smaller one takes the man away. He limps like a potato sack. They ride away like there flying. And darkness swallows them. I sit there terrified, cold in sweat. I lean against the hill and close my eyes. Then! A cold hand grabs my face. The other rider carries me to his horse. We ride like the wind. He holds me tight. His arm squeezes my chest. I want to scream but can't. We stop in fromt of a tavern. As we walk in a sound like thunder hits my ears. He walks me to a chair. and he seats me on him. I look around in terror. I look at the young man with fear in my eyes. He turns away from me and does not speak. The tall rider plays with my hair. The short rider returns to the tavern. The other one puts me down as if I were a doll. The short one walks in and seats me on him. The tall one leaves without a word. The one holding me whispers "No pain" in my ear. then I hear a ringing and I wake. My mom tells me to get up. Was it a dream, but where did the wounds on my neck come from? |
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| A poem for you You say I stole your heart the first day we met. So now I can never let you go, and I'm sure you already know, whene ever I'm blue, or I haven't got a clue, I just turn to you. You are my sun, my moon, and sky, and forever will i lie with you. Never will I let you down, or tell you I don't care, I'll tell you everything you need to hear. I'll stand by your side. And I'll face all my fears, Just as long as you wipe away my tears. I'll keep you safe and warm, and sew your heart when it's been torn. I'll be your frind, your compaion, your number 2. Just as long as your love stays true. |
| This poem is for my baby Mike |