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| is it her eyes or is it her smile something intices me and I can't figure it out her personality or character her hair or figure I am mezmerized and have no clue why she doesn't care for me doesn't pay attention I wish she would've taken me serious but i guess it was too late I want something I can't have and she's driving me insane losing my mind isn't what i need what I need is her |
| Untitled #1 |
| A re-occuring thought, a familiarity yet reaquianted. Reliving a dream, the dream of lust thost once haunted me. Ive seen her before, acted too late before the door closed. Lost was she from my grasp, gone to the memories of times past. She's been around, from time to time I'm toryured with her presence. Containment was all, could only hold back that which was nature. A re-occuring thought, a familiarity yet reaquiainted. Again we meet, this is the time I hope to break free. |
| Lets start with my only real pair of poems. Untitled #1 written many years ago on too much caffeine. Re-occuring Familiarity written not all too long ago. And of course most writings have a muse. These 2 are no different. |
| Re-occuring Familiarity |
| A cloudy day, a babbling brook. No leaves on the trees, and birds everywhere I look. Kids on the playground, parents nearby. Fields are flooded, the creek measuring high. It's still my spot, my hideaway place. I sit and think, it lets my mind race. Homes on the hill, and squirrels in the trees. All of us enjoying that soft subtle breeze. The children now gone, parents took them home. The park is now quiet, but never alone. |
| The Park |
| I am called shadowwalker, the walker of shadows. The darkness my home, I hide from the light. I am in your dreams, I am the cause of your nightmares. I am the one your afraid of, I am the one you desire. Yet I am the one haunted by you, lusting for your flesh. I must wait until allowed, I will take for pleasure. You should come play in the darkness, I shall greet you. Come play in the darkness, I shall have you. |
| Shadowwalker |
| The next 2 oddly enough were written in the same location. The park was done on a mild autumn day. It shows my lighter side of nature. Shadowwalker was done on a rainy day in the same park just after meditating. I think it speaks of my more evil half. |
| A call was made, to nobody for sure. An answer was given, a suprise to me. Past comes alive, still a soul so pure. Why the sudden gift, the presence of beauty. It was there once, undetected by duress. Is it there again, cloaked by defect. Lost in two worlds, contentment and distress. Will it balance, or tip with intent. A poet with no muse, a shadow with no tenement. The quill with no ink, the book with no words. The presence given was received, met with rumination. Interpretation of the mind, resolution is like a book of lore. |
| or Be My Muse |
| Below is my latest creation. I wonder if it'll ever be known. |
| Untitled #3 |