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Sorrows
Tuesday, 29-Dec-98 07:50:47

I have fallen in my sorrows.
I wonder if their mine?

Dark corridors of mortar
I question where is time?
Grasping wall for meaning, they melt within me now.

Here was wisdom
but now I sense death.
It's pounding now within my breath

I see my blood now spilling on the floor
my eyes are gleaming as if for more.
This is not me, it can not be
I must of gone away.

I look up the sky is brown.
Colors mean nothing
they never were found.

Someone speaks, the words are blurred.
I ask for direction....
or if any was known.
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Raven in the City
Saturday, 26-Dec-98 18:43:55

A raven is supposed to be an omen
Of evil things to come
It isn't the raven's doing, but human's fault
For dark things have already won
Raven flying through the city, seeing the carrion
Tainted carrion, he flys on
Flying on his merry way
Watching Death's work today

Raven in the city
A drunk tortures a kity
Homicide in an ally
Wrongdoing everywhere, darkness in the air
The Raven flys around seeing the carrion
Tainted carrion, tainted with sin
The Raven flys on
Another day of killing kin

Raven in a small town
Casting beady eyes around
The city ain't pretty
But small towns are the worst around
Maybe not, you decide
One more suicide
One more gang runs the streets
Raping, torturing, hurting, so routine

The Raven in the city, in the town
He hangs around
Waiting for the end of time
Watching for the end of the world
He sees them all cross the line
Between good and sin, you'll never win
Against the Raven
You'll never find peace and heaven

Famine, Death, Starvation, Disease
On this lovely eve, put their minds at ease
Electricity crackles in the air
The Raven is watching everywhere
The Raven, he watches, he sees all
Watches destruction, armageddon, and Death takes his toll
Have your cake and eat it too
The Raven is waiting for Death to come to you

The nightmare waits for no one, not even you.

Agent Xandria Chade Fallstar (Agent X)

The Rose
Friday, 06-Nov-98 22:36:45

Oh, tender flower
the color of fire
sent to me by
the one I desire.

Whispers of passion
from the rose so red,
caressing my body
as I lay in bed.

Touch me gently
and fill my soul.
Bring aching need
beyond all control.

Fragrance of ecstasy
all my senses delight
My lover,
My rose,
I am yours, tonight.

 

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poetdevine@yahoo.com

 

Write something 4 me.
Friday, 30-Oct-98 20:40:05

And what is silence?
For me to hear
You are always far
And yet so near
Did you kow I live now at 4th and B---?
You office cube so close to me.
But where are you?
I do not know
And what you do
And with who you go
And your hair that I dreamed so many nights by mine
Is is short?
Or hang like vines?
The smell of perfume in stale club air
Was it you dancing there?
Was it eye, too drunk to care?
Was it your lips that lost the dare?
And what of that
Lost from me now
Into another's arm I sleep and dream
Of your heartbeat in shades of blue
If my thoughts might drift to you
My words and deeds for her remain fast and true
And what there was
Was it not at all?
Or just some words
Sprayed on some wall?

 

 

Make me smile -

 

Another Day Ends
Tuesday, 27-Oct-98 18:29:53

Sitting under the edge of the trees
staring into a lightly crackling fire.
A warm summer breeze blowing gently
as evening fades to darkness deepening;
revealing above a sky full of brilliantly shimmering stars.
Shining down from heavens perch watching
as a glimmering white robust full moon rises.
Slowly rising in darkest night sky guiding
as time and thoughts drift slowly,along with our love,
lost in the moment of beauty of natures graces.
while crickets serenade us with their song,
and ciccadees scold us from the trees;
as if they can read our innermost thoughts.
As relaxation deepens our thoughts and feelings seem to join
soothing and reassuring us of the depths of our love.
Sleep overcomes us as we drift with the moon
while another day together comes to a close.
Leaving us happily in dreams of things we will do
when morning comes again and we enter into
the bright sunshine and beauty of another day.
A new day of togetherness we will spend as two.

Steve E

 

Starise by the Sea

painted by Rothko
the sky was still
as the waves
sauntered in.
Rumbling and
sssh sssh ing.
The sound of the sea
undescribeable in letters.
The weight of the sky
held no answers.

The approaching darkness
no solution
or remedy.
Knowledge
of the bright moon
overcame
the possibilities
of the stars.
But the sea
we had also
changed.

Ryder W. Miller

 

 

Untitled
Sunday, 25-Oct-98 17:21:41

Soft breeze flowing gently through the trees
sending fallen leaves scattering here and there
With a chill now sharper as daylight fades,
a cool fall night setting in as darkness deepens.
Sights and sounds of the day quickly disappear
as the chill chases days activities to inside
silence broken only by the leaves rustling across the ground
sitting there in darkened room so quiet
except for the occasional sound of a passing car
Headlights breaking the calmnesss and darkness
casting moving shadows across suddenly brightened wall
fading to red illumination as its taillights fade
leaving darkness and silence companions once again
Quiet time with no escape from contemplation
of the many thoughts and feelings of my mind
Thooughts of the days not long ago
when all of this darkness was filled with mch warmer feelings
with yo as my companion well into the night
with love and expression , talking till dawn
together we greeted each brand new bright day

Steve E

 

Secrets
Friday, 23-Oct-98 12:42:08

its late again,
seconds are ticking by like days in a month
choices have to be made
or the secret will get out

screams come from inside
they want to be heard
tell someone they say
just not his heart

cold air fills the room
walk away fast
one last chance
or it wont last

secrets to tell
lips stay sealed

the decision is done
he does not care
she weeps inside
he just glares

its late again
the phone is off the hook
she lays in silence
reading a book

letters he gave her
the flowers she saved
all dried up
unopened they stayed

inside her
he left behind
the hardest thing
a person could find

 

If you would like to read more of my poetry, or others go to:
http://jena.luige.com/jena/index.html

jena

 

Departure
Wednesday, 21-Oct-98 15:56:55

Do you remember?
It was an afternoon.
It was in a draft of shadows
Of moonless stillness
Between dream and death
When your hand drew on my chest
This heart of origami.

Let wiser people draw
The geography of that distant day.
Beyond the mere flesh
And the broken body
There is only one you
And one me, to dream
In the forever amber afternoon
of this October.

panambi

 

Personal Storms
by Ryder Miller

Oh sad day
where quiet offices
are filled with storms
and lightning:
behind pleasent
manners.

Expectations
denied have taken
on a life of
their own:
oozing through
closed doors.

Day finished
I must still
walk out into
the sunlit afternoon
even though
only I will see
the lightning
and the storms.

 

Untitled
Sunday, 25-Oct-98 17:21:41

Soft breeze flowing gently through the trees
sending fallen leaves scattering here and there
With a chill now sharper as daylight fades,
a cool fall night setting in as darkness deepens.
Sights and sounds of the day quickly disappear
as the chill chases days activities to inside
silence broken only by the leaves rustling across the ground
sitting there in darkened room so quiet
except for the occasional sound of a passing car
Headlights breaking the calmnesss and darkness
casting moving shadows across suddenly brightened wall
fading to red illumination as its taillights fade
leaving darkness and silence companions once again
Quiet time with no escape from contemplation
of the many thoughts and feelings of my mind
Thooughts of the days not long ago
when all of this darkness was filled with mch warmer feelings
with yo as my companion well into the night
with love and expression , talking till dawn
together we greeted each brand new bright day

Steve E

 

Secrets
Friday, 23-Oct-98 12:42:08

its late again,
seconds are ticking by like days in a month
choices have to be made
or the secret will get out

screams come from inside
they want to be heard
tell someone they say
just not his heart

cold air fills the room
walk away fast
one last chance
or it wont last

secrets to tell
lips stay sealed

the decision is done
he does not care
she weeps inside
he just glares

its late again
the phone is off the hook
she lays in silence
reading a book

letters he gave her
the flowers she saved
all dried up
unopened they stayed

inside her
he left behind
the hardest thing
a person could find

 

 

If you would like to read more of my poetry, or others go to:
http://jena.luige.com/jena/index.html

jena

 

 

Departure
Wednesday, 21-Oct-98 15:56:55

Do you remember?
It was an afternoon.
It was in a draft of shadows
Of moonless stillness
Between dream and death
When your hand drew on my chest
This heart of origami.

Let wiser people draw
The geography of that distant day.
Beyond the mere flesh
And the broken body
There is only one you
And one me, to dream
In the forever amber afternoon
of this October.

panambi

Heavenly Mentor

I know my reason on this Earth,
I have known the reason since my birth.
To gain the knowledge and some wisdom,
To have the plural view of a prism.
I still find it hard to find my way,
without you beside me everyday.

He is with trouble and without hope,
It seems he falls toward a downward slope.
As I watch him make mistakes,
I wish to drown him in nearby lakes.
I see him acting with all his friends,
I see myself ripping him apart by his ends.

He has many faces that fit on one head,
At this rate I give him a year or two till he’s dead.
When I see him at his worst,
My eyes within begin to burst.
I forget to see him from the inside,
The one side he always tends to hide.

When he shows it I can see it clear,
That you are with him, thank you my dear.
I dream, on occasion,
Of a heavenly station.
With angels galore passing by,
With my unfinished business I begin to ask why.
“Why am I here in such a holy place?”
The answer comes from such a beautiful face.

“You are here to learn a skill,
mastery of a son named Will.
I have paved the way for you to learn.
All you have to do is let your bosom burn.
Let the spirit within you feed
on the love around you, now take heed.
The young man down on that earth,
Is someone who might later be of worth.
Let this stick in your mind,
as your dream begins to unwind.
Never forget of what you have seen,
As I see that your senses are keen.
For the spirit around me is peace,
never forget my name… Demerise. “

By: Harm Boyack

 

Alone

Alone
I'm alone I set here with you
Alone
Afraid you wont me to do
so meny things I dont wont to
I'm dreaming, the sun is setting
the night sky well break
I have to be home soon
but I'm to high and too scared
i wont you to
hold me until i can go
just hold me a littel longer

Neptune

 

Sitting Here

Sitting here I see what others may not, thier harsh realities, thier chides that have no laughter, thier solitude.

I have been alone and know what it is, Yet I live! I see my innocence stolen Yet I live!
Because I want to! My youthful dreams stolen yet I live! I shall ponder upon the choices that I make and wander til I
die but til the end is near
and all is lost I shall LIVE!

Jenny M

 

Oh Wicked Night

Oh wicked night,
When will you go?
When sleep won't come;
thoughts to and fro

So many things
that just aren't right!
Oh how I wish....
for some light.

Feelings much
dazed and confused,
I hurt so much;
I fear I'll lose

What do I do?
Who do I ask
for guidance to
remove this mask?

This mask I wear
to hide the pain
deep down in there.
So much is lost without a gain.

When will it stop?
For stop it must..
before I pop
or just plain bust.

I pray my Lord;
to help me find
a peaceful place
in my mind.

A place somewhere
that is so fair;
a place so bright
with warming light.

For there I'll stop
and never leave;
till in myself
I can believe!

Steve E

 

Glittering lights

Glittering lights, shimmering in the distance, as
I sit here in this darkness. With lights above and below me. Cars pass by this roving eye. Friends are near.

Silently I sit and wait for someone, to rescue this heap, to get us moving again, so we can go home to our family, our
friends, hot coffee and sleep of which I long for..........

Jeanette

 

Sirens

Sirens! We walk through the night. Pacing war as it beseaches us.
Sirens! The rich lay in bed while the poor are sent to war.
Sirens! Call forth an essience from us. Draining our being.
Sirens! Bring us together in a war of hatered and anger!
Sirens! Five men stood against all odds and won. They solemly watched as there friend Was slain to the ground.
Sirens! call me to war again.Lay me head upon a stone. Be my resting day.
Sirens! Hatered i see you not. Long for peace,wait for death.
The wait is OVER!!!
Smoke fills a small town upon the mountains.
Four Men Walk on from the smoke.
Seeking no more than peace..
Sirens fill the night.
Sirens Call to fight for a government.
Sirens bring us to a new war once again.
Four men stand tall as the battle Rages to a new high.
Seeking justice for a wrongful fall.
Lookin onward to hear the call of the Sirens. Sirens call us to a war we dont want to fight.
Seek not for death it brings,all will perish.
We want nothing more but to be at rest.
Seek Us not, We shall parish here
We stand here defending what freedom we have lost.
Why do we become a rage of hate.
All the world needs is a Care of heart.
I see men falling.Battle fields call Blood.
No mercy seen for its to late.
Four men stand in the night Looking for a simple justice.
Forever more shall we stand here and be at the devils will.
Shall we see what weve worked so hard to keep fall into Eternal darkness?
Four men near The war to end wars.
Crys of helplessness follow the winds of the night.
Wars battle on,The four men fall.
Slain in the fight for peace.Only wanting that Which the world needs.Wars call upon death,death bring silence from
those who listen, But marks those who need it not!
We See a world of hatered. it calls upon those who deserve a life of peace and those who careless. Government
brougt us less freedoms. Driving us in to a cival war. Take my words as the come. Becareful how you make the
would turn out it may end up like mine!!! It cost my friends and I our lives...
Bring us peace!

Chad

 

lost hearts

IF
If you've never been loved how do you give it?
if you've never been taught right or wrong how,
do you know the difference?
If you've been taught your stupid how do you learn?
If you've never been given respect how do you earn it?
If you've never been taught to reach for a dream or set a goal how do you achieve it?
If you've been taught your a coward how do you become a hero?
The power of love can achieve all these things above!

IF

Darkest Night

Sitting here this darkest night
Goodness seems a hopeless plight
Feelings black as the night
Happiness gone from my sight
As if the day lost it's light

Emptiness feels right at hand
as darkness spreads across the land
Time flowing just like sand
passing through hourglasses tightened band
swept away like grains of sand

Sadeness and grief seem so near
With hurt and anger staying here
staring at me with their leer
Emptiness saying with a sneer;
There is no room for any cheer

Oh darkest night Please be gone
Let my heart sing happy songs
of cheer and joy, of days so long
times of laughter, Life so strong
And turn to right all that is wrong

Steve E

 

Skydreams

Come fly with me,
look what I see.
Mountains high, rivers deep,
my wings are stong enough for both of us.

Fly. fly up in the sky and explore,
for now as never before, it is you I adore.
Clouds are clear, the wind is strong,
my wings are strong enough for both of us!

Fly with me in the sky,
have no fear to die.
Horizons orange and blue see the silver lining coming through.
My wings are strong enough for both of us.

HOLD ON TIGHT AND NEVER LET GO!

Sky

Message:

Endless rows of faces
No one in particular I remember
Maybe just situations

Situations of nightmares or enjoyment
One usually goes with the others

I don’t see how my memory fails
Maybe it’s the choice I have to make
Or I want to make.

I continue to forget and learn my experiences
Changing what I think is wrong....
Which is nothing.

Aimee

 

The Story

A little picture
One girl so small and delicate
With big blue eyes and a tiny smile
Looking at the camera
She looks as if she will break
Images form around her
Developing the scared thoughts she will soon believe

A big picture
One women so old and frail
With closed eyes and lips that disappeared
Looking into the camera
She is dying
All the ideas turned black and white
Consuming the life from her very soul

All the choices and words that were told to the young one
Made the body of the old

It starts with the child
The little girl who could have had it all
Yet she didn’t speak of the images
That became her life and death.

 

Aimee

 

Blonde Blur; lines written in a bar in Boston

Wednesday, 17-Jun-98 16:39:27

Once upon a time
I was beautiful
Once
I was desire
desired.

Once I glittered
I shimmered
Frozen in time
I was incandescent
and I burned
I was burned.

I walked the earth
a blonde blur
Crystalline comfort
in love
thinking, maybe
I was loved.

Older now
I concede
the consequences
of the ignorant
believing the eyes
I beheld
not seeing the lies
that lied
behind the blue of them.

The end of the century
is in sight
and me
longing to capture the long ago
lost moments,
lost me
bursting like bubbles
in a beer glass.

Wasted words
the feelings too long
tapped out
spoken too often
spent
and me
Cliched poetess
with nothing new
to say.

 

Lisa

 

My Last Day
Wednesday, 17-Jun-98 16:37:07

"My Last Day"

On my last day
you spoke
of promises and cages
as if somehow
the two were related

Fascinated, I watched
you draw pictures in the air
as you waved and gestured
with your hands
it was like seeing spots
the pictures blurring and then fading
before my uncomprehending eyes

I watched the words you shaped
as they floated out of your mouth
and hovered
near the ceiling over your head
like so many untethered balloons;
tempting me to reach for them

On my last day
you made no sense
the architect of my destiny
I could only sit and watch
the things you created with
declarations and gestures
saving the comprehension
of your artistry
for another, safer, time

 

Lisa