Poetry 2
                                                    7-15-04

I write with passion of disproportion
A thought too massive to comprehend
It chokes me and I gasp, intake!
A new formed mind I will not make.

A breath not found in lungs so deep
To gasp and try to gasp to breathe
I know that life is second best
To breath and take the final test.

Te final test a joke for sure
To subdue emotions of my soul
Not letting me release your brain
Mine is trapped in the same chain.

Trapped, not content, in this cage
I'll speak to the walls til they crumble
So I can run from my cell
Stay behind, for I know you too well.


Anti-Establishment                           7-14-04

For a time of rabid pace
They move slower than disgrace
An entity of scornful charm
Possessing minds, far-reaching arm
Obstruct the thoughts of the masses,
Opium for breath, overhead life passes.
Free will a commodity wanted by none
Before humans live, their flame is done.
Grasp the wish, kill the man
Of authority don't be a fan
Thrive, please, thrive in need
For the man exists only if you pleed.


The Love of Money....                     7-14-04

Throw me a hurtful cent
Bash me in the head
Something so sought after
Currency makes bleed
In more than one way,
Our hearts and souls
Sold to the silver
And gold of desire.


Grim Reaper                                   7-12-04

Long robe sweeps;
My body on the ground
Strange sickle posed
To strike my life
Harvest thes soul
A welcome release.


                                                     7-10-04

Transparent is my being
As the sun shines through
It is all you are seeing
Non false, completely true
I am thouroughly bare
To be felt
In my mass of seamless tear
Let me be held.
Barely Rhyme                              7-9-04

Good-bye, and I'll say it again
This trail gets harder in the end
Don't you wave, tease and gloat
My heart has sunk, leave no doubt
To hold you hand, a worse pain isn't
Seized my hurt, growth is stunted
Ride your horse, burn in your sunset
I'm with you not, shock hasn't the best.


Skin                                            7-9-04

To bulge and break from my skin
Would be a gift of the Gods
Emerging as transformed creature
Leaving the undesired behind
Distancing myslef from that horrible shell,
The grotesque skin, which is me.
But no, I can't depart
I'm forced living with skin
Tearing it off my soul;
Painful, but sweeter than suffer.


Desperate Drowning                     7-8-04

I want to plunge in water deep
So from my eyes the tears won't seep
Nor breath from my throat escape
Death's tarpe on my body drape.
You are the catalyst in my brain
Except 'tis your absence that confounds     the pain,
I've never even seen your face
But will crumble if you're not my base.


                                                  7-7-04
I write again
Because all else has failed
Shattered moon shines no light
And I revert to words.
Precious words that take burden
Of my thoughts of death.
Even my brain,
Intricate and fathomless,
Has hidden behind layers of enigma.
The words carry the hurts
But the words are me;
They are my hair, my feet,
My broken heart and crying eyes.
So still I have the weight
Overhanging death
A cloud of spiteful despair,


                                                  7-7-04

Crazed seed supresses my mind
Pouring gives way to calm
Leaving worries in trails behind
It comes again with impending dawn
Temporary contentment wraps in solace
Drowning solitary thoughts this action
Denies reality, a brash rebellious
Let me cry, a lone satisfaction.
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