This is my shrine to Dean Koontz, the greatest author of all time.  For your reading pleasure, I will put in every poem I can access from the Book of Counted Sorrows.  I will add on to it a little at a time.  I have other crap to do than copy poems from a book into my site.
From Dark Rivers of the Heart

All of us are travelers lost,
our tickets aranged at a cost,
unknown, but beyond our              means.
This odd itinerary of scenes
-enigmatic, strange, unreal-
leaves us unsure how to feel.
No postmortem journey is               rife,
with more mystery than life.

                 * * *

Tremulous skiens of destiny
flutter so etherally
around me - and then I feel
its embrace is that of steel

                 * * *

On the road that I have taken
one day walking, I awaken
amazed to see where I have              come
where I am going, where I                 have come

This is not the path I thought
This is not the place I sought
This is not the dream I                      bought
Just a fever of fate I've                     caught

I'll change highways in a                    while
at the crossroads, one more               mile
my path is lit by my own fire
I'm going only where I desire
On the road that I have taken
one day walking, I awaken
One day walking, I awaken
on the road that I have taken
From The Bad Place

Every eye sees its own special               vision;
every ear hears a most different             song.
In every man's troubled heart, an           incision
would reaveal a unique,                        shameful wrong.

                   * * *

Stranger fiends hide here in                    human guise
than reside in the valleys of Hell.
But goodness, kindness, and love            arise
In the heart of the poor beast as               well.
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