And so i creep through the darkened forest, treading carefully, / Tree branches lay on mulchy earth, leaves above like a sea of green,
/ The silent darkness surrounded every space around her, even with eyes wide open. Her thoughts ec…
Excited as Doom giving a toast –“To inevitable pain! / Lest the poor wake to think …
Inspired by RedBubble artist / paul d robertson’s writing: / ‘The truth about suicide’ Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut / Author of the book Mother Night
Excited as Doom giving a toast –“To inevitable pain! Lest / The poor wake to think …”
This poem was Inspired by RedBubble artist Paul D Robertson and his writing: The truth about suicide. It is Dedicated to Kurt Vonnegut / Author of Mother Night / Please visit Paul’ page. The piece refered to here is listed in his writings. You will not be disappointed! Lest the fright of nakedness ofends you. His URL ( get thelink thing down latter)
And i can’t seem to find, / the answers as i’m scanning my mind, / scrambling for time, / I speak for both the damned and devine,
What I say today / May not be what I mean tomorrow.
Hate, prejudice—those that choose to be blind; the dissonance of the world that I will never understand, nor care to. But…take my hand…and I will lead you to another land, far away from here…where your silent cries can finally be heard…in one word…_ONE_.
An air conditioned room, / the blistering heat / locked out. The room is full / of people, a sober man immaculately / dressed, a woman sca…
I walk down wet concrete stairs for what seems an eternity, trying to concentrate through all the frustration clouding my thoughts.
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The funny thing was, she couldn’t hear herself scream.
Written a few years ago & lifted from the vault. Inspired by that horrible feeling you get after a bad dream. The first few moments of your day a muddle as you figure out what is real, or that unsettling feeling that / follows you for a while….anyways, a bit of mild gothic horror…
you stand me in the light / for you to reflect / on how much / money you have spent
the words to the photo “rapture”
painted veil / can you tell / how i hide / behind this colored mask / i bask in anonymity / reflecting understanding / with glass prism rainbow…
“Come to the window… / I can see myself more clearly, / here…” A Valkyrie goddess – / gold and pink, / with the heart of a dying child; ...
A poem dedicated to my beautiful, Goddess of a mother who died tragically when she was young (26) , long story, and all she taught me of life through her tragic death and sacrifice. This is a poem written from her perspective in italics, her words to me…at least, those are the things she taught me… I love you, Mum. :)
now has his spirit sprinting on all fours, nose to the earth smelling the familiar sweet perfume that is her very essence.
An older write from several lifetimes ago, but remembered as if it was the present
a dark thing emerges from the dark pool.
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