POETRY THAT I'VE WRITTEN
How's about we start with poems that have to do with Males in my life; the past, present, and seemingly, so does the future, all collide here. Then, we'll move on...Do enjoy your stay....
11-17-98 THE FALLEN ANGEL
"Craven"
Craven, not unlike the Raven, you chose to impose your visions upon Mere Mortals. "You just don't get it, do you? It's a simple equation...as simple as that Hook hanging out of that wall!" Ruffling hands thru hair, eyes/teeth gleaming/growing in frustration; the attack doesn't last long, and although The Raving ends, you will still refuse the Light of Day.
"Lamppost Watcher/Walker"
Between the Ramparts, I walk. Not the Day, you see--only the Night time Dreamers can see my feet. Lappost to old-fashioned Lamppost, I go/I see/I glide. I do not fly, nor would I if I could. I never wanted this, yet, I cannot give it up. The Dark gift is simply that...a gift...An Addiction. And remember, kiddies, Drugs Kill,...but, They're not the Only thing to Watch for.
7-23-98 "Upon your leaving"
I knew you for such a short while, But I
Shall know you for the rest of my Life. "We
Are Sisters, you and I...that's a Bond high
Up above any Relation." "You'll be
Near us Always...we've shared that much." Your hand
Grasped mine and another's. Slowly, our band
Formed a small ring. Standing there, we are One.
We shall be so fore'er. When we've done
What we're destined to do, to come back to
This is Our Request. Though Far and few 'tween
Us, our love is all that matters. Few do
We let stop us from being part of ("lean
On our shoulders, Sybil!") each other. Sand
Crosses o'er Barefeet; The Dawn brings our Sun.
9-15-98 "Goddess, in My Eyes"
A grrl, slowly spreading her wings to fly,
Slips into my view. "Goddess, in my eyes,
Where do you wish to fly to?" I ask; I
Sigh, and beg for her to answer. She lies
Down upon the Golden Sand; smiling, and
In Total Repose, She gives me what is
Wished the Most---A response. "To a great land,
One where night and day are both Beloved. Biz,
Buzz! So shall it be!" With a clash, she turns
Into a bird and flies away. While the
Sight remains in my mind, my visions Glows/
Clouds, and I shut my eyes. "My soul,...it burns."
Is all I can whisper. She is my one
Keeper. And so, I shall be with her Son.
3-4/5-98 "Vampires"
We know not the Warmth of the Sun. The Moon is what We chose for our Light/Warmth ex-capes US...>"Gawd! You're like ICE!" "Thank you!"<... Fangs a-gleaming, we strive for the TRUTH! THe Truth behind IT ALL! Vampires ("are we?") do not care for the Mortal Coil, or anything with it. We just want your blood.
3-30/31-98 "The Cadillac"
The engine hummed, and I knew I would suffer/survive the pain. "Because I haven't seen Barbados," WILL I get out of the Cadillac? Alive and Unwilling, I spread myself Thinly Beneath The Dirty Sheets of your blackened parts/Heart. Coldly, The steel knew not how It made me burn/how it Bashed in not only my face (unconciously streaming/screamin, but not out loud!), BUT...my Soul, as well. As I rolled over, the *following (*Thought of the) Morning's examining flooded my thoughts. I WILL be alive, I'll be damned If I let you win/in again and again, and For Your friends, your father, and "Mr. Ed." Because I haven't yet been on stage/been in Barbados, "so I must get out of this..."
GODDESS BLESS TORI AMOS!!!
5-12/13-98 "bULLETS"
Dodging the issues, The Bullets begin to fly. I know not what I do, But I know the Lessons I've learned. Klik-klik, I pop in the clip. The Jungle's heat will stay with me always. Hushed now, By way of still Nightmares, I count only the Shrapnel/Fragments of my mind and mourn All of those I have left behind.
3-12-00 "SHE"
She stares out the window. There's a story there, hidden in her eyes. Dare you look? Dare you Seek the Truth? Not at all, because you never know what you might find. There might be something there that you don't want to see. She could show you things that you never wanted to see. You look to your soul, and wish to see hers flying on the wings of a Phoenix. The Dragon folds his own wings, and wait patiently for a mate to join him. She hears these tales, catalogues them in the back of her mind. They will come in handy some day...the day the willows are cast in a silver light.
10-23-99 "Shrug"
Shrugging, with a Sigh, he weeps for his Frozen Locks. Icy Gray/Blonde, 'sted of a "natural black", he pouts and points to his comrades! "See! They have IT! Why can't I?" No amount of Dye seems to solve such a bleak RESOLUTION. He simply pastes hands to Foreheads, in signs of Woe. I shrug, knowing the True Beauty of his Soul.
Feb. 6, 2000: "Shall we?"
"Shall we?" You hold out your hand, and i take it up...we look on, at the crowd, and know that we are the king and queen of the world. We are who we are...nothing less, and oh so much more. The glittery fabric, the innocent smiles; we wear it all with an attitude. "And that's how you make an entrance, my love...never forget that!" A minute later, and we are adored by all the Blind and fawned on by the Deaf and Dumb. Squeels and peels of laughter fill the air...taking your arm, I lead us to a new world...a secret path, one that will hold us for'er more...
1-2-00 "Like the Demons in my dreams"
Like the demons in my dreams, these soldiers met up upon a playing field of solid gold. The Dark Archer, The Fallen Angel, and a muddled assortment of their cohorts, were those who chose to be in the game. "Who would win, who would die?" were the questions muttered in the archways of each and every crypt. On my lips, a silent refrain: Please let them not destroy each other. There cannot be one, without the other, a simple voice uttered. With that, the battle commenced. It raged, on and on, for what seemed to be eras upon eras. And when the fray stood back to examine their losses/count their victories, it could be seen that not one soul had been lost. The tawny Horse of Truth had ridden through the mess, and shown the way once more. And, like the Demons in my dreams, these beasts became what they would, and were meant to be.
ONWARD TOWARDS MORE POEMS TO KILL MORE OF YOUR TIME AND MINE...