| The Poetry Page |
| This section is dedicated to one of the several art forms that I love: the written word. All of the poems that appear on this page are original pieces done by your's truly. If you feel the need to quote me on anything then that's fine just as long as I get some recognition for it. Otherwise, if you want to use a full poem, please email me for my permission. So, sit back and relax! Hope you like what's in store for you. |
| Faster From Perception Murkiness of nothingness, Dreams drearily dreamt. Forms cast their shadows Among the memories that cloud my mind. Falling faster from perception... There you are... So far away.... I reach to you.... For answers to the questions Yet I never get the reply. I scream out your name to help me from my darkness. You dissipate into the atmosphere. For why have you left? Left me in the shade... I alone am the one To destroy everything I own. No riches to retrieve, I pass on my knowledge of nothingness... As I pass into the dark.... And I awake. |
| Child of the Darkness Sweep over the land with your trancing step. Sneak a little closer. Let me get a glimpse of the other side of you... Come to me now And stay near. Let me hold you In my arms And kiss your lovely neck. Kiss of death is placed, Drink of life embraced. Take me into you As I have done with yours... I AM NOW YOUR MAKER. Breath me in, Suck it down, DIE and be reborn unto me. |
| Games of Hazard Wipe the perspiration from the brow with an uneasy stare. I stand before the jury With my hands up in the air. "Have pity on the poor soul that I am. I have juggled a life too many and lost." "The hand I was dealt proved fatal and ill-taken. A game of hazard I took up but my habit was not shaken. The Ace of diamonds falls upon a silent floor as the pistol cocks in an ill-mannered fashion. Two bullets left the chamber that night. One intended, not provoked. The other was crisp in staleness That hung over head, Cut through the flesh As the fiend cried out. And now lies... dead... |
| Burned The heat from this lamp That lights this very page is burning me with accusations that lie inside the pain. Fingertip upon the bulb, I recoil from the sudden sting. Trying to cool it on my wet tongue... NO USE. The fire still rolls within. The memory is lingering as my palm hovers over yet again. Revisiting the source of the mostly forgotten pain. *gasp* Shaking it off is still not worth the effort. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! That it'd be like satin upon the skin... So soft, smooth, and inviting? I guess I was just dazed and confused.... Silly me. |