---written by me, on the 23rd October, 1996.
Here's some of the rest. I have over a hundred, probably about a hundred and fifty, but some of them are too lousy to show here, and some of them are too embarrassing. The stuff that I actually don't mind you seeing will be added on here from time to time.
Nightmares rampage Wild in his head, Irrational fear That follows him to bed.
Night after night From dusk to rebirth, Paranoia stalks, A demon's mirth.
And when light returns, He rises, awake, Greeting day anew, Seeking this fear to shake.
He flies to his love To find her unharmed, His heart so distraught Is hurriedly calmed.
He sees his fears Completely unfounded, The spawn of love And imagination unbounded.
The day draws on, Sky forded by a fiery sun As he and his sweetheart Lie together as one.
Yet too soon the dying sun Sets the evening sky aflame Lovers come home to Nocturnal parting again.
And as he makes his way Home, all alone, The silent moon stares From it's aerial throne.
It's pale face casts Shadows on his soul, And his thoughts stray To paths so cold.
Fear strikes again, A shackle in the dark, A streak, upon his Face so stark.
Fear that misfortune Should befall his lady, Fear that malicious Fate Should tear him from his baby.
And this fear borne Of the moon up above, Is the child not solely of lunacy, But also of love.
In this field of green, The love of friends we planted. A sapling sprout forth, it's form so fresh And our wishes all were granted.
For as we sat contented Beneath the young tree's shade, The intimate fruit of friendship we shared, And beautiful love we made.
Love between friends, In the shade of platos; Friendship yet sweeter, The scent of eros.
And now secret smiles Across crowds half-known, Furtive brushes, touches, Of erotic friendship sown.
emptiness emptiness within emptiness without
an empty vessel sailing upon an empty sea an empty fruit growing on an empty tree an empty past headed towards an empty future an empty gun fired by an empty shooter
sinking deeper and deeper into this endless empty hole emptiness burning, consuming this vacant, empty soul
empty hands thrust up in vain to halt the relentless empty advance an army of empty marches forth in an empty, vacant trance
as empty eyes behold this empty imperial force a single empty tear is shed and this empty existence is lost
Like 'em? There's more to come, I promise.
Poetry pages: Here's the Down Man page, and the bitterness page. More Poems
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