My Poetry

A catch-all collection folder for the poetry I've written.

Sad-Interupted-ness

Sad-Interupted-ness Sad-Laughter-ness
Cherry

a sad figure is cut

a sad figure is cut on the sidewalk by an unjewish man with a jewish name his own shadow stares up at him watching his shoulders slump as his words of denial and bitterness

Blank Page

Blank Page Why dost thou mock me

Ch-peace-aos

The sky cries --onto leaves.

Chemical Rush

Chemical rush whoosh! inebriated. take your fill and maybe you'll weep later

Christian Soldier

Wear the blood red cross Don your helmet and shield Grip your broad sword in your hand Dont Fail the Holy Grail Christian postions you Prepare to be slaughted and ressurected in his name

Death

Death Death comes swiftly

There shall come soft rains

There shall come soft rains gently gently

Her life is Foreign to the Touch

Her Life is Foreign to the Touch

Two Representatives of a long lost species

We Played Two representatives of a long lost species That never walked upon the Earth In pairs Much let alone in crowds And never would again

The Death Knell Sounds

The Death Knell Sounds

my mind sleeps

the day must go on while my mind sleeps

I dreamt a dream

I dreamt a dream I promised you The brightly burning sun The Twinkling stars in the obsidian sky

Faces Pass

Faces pass obscured unrecognized Eyes my eyes gaze down at the sidewalk made of brick patterns tar, gum and reffuse Do i know you? passing faces? You look once and keep on going

something warms my soul

Gently Something stirs Something warms My soul Like two soft hands Holding my heart It makes me smile It fills my being Like the permeating Temperance of A perfect spring day

Silver Lock

Silver lock with a sheen curls gently around her ear caressing sounds as they are heard murmers,shouts,giggles and sighs float on in

Starfish

Starfish, you might not have Five limbs to cling onto a rock a mouth on your back or the ability to grow back an appendage

The World Ends Here

The World Ends Here where the desires clash, ebb and cease and the seductive tendrils of an indefinable realm possess their slumberers

The Midnight of the Soul

The midnight of the soul blank words slip out of mouths devoid of meaning behind them

Echoes

Echos of you reach me I turn

Therein Lies Your Soul

This poem is for techno-geeks!

Life is Meant for Living

Life is meant for living never standing still

She Ran

She ran Far away Into a wooded grove to pound upon stone She has run. The monks have not gathered in the grove yet to chant gregorian lullabies. "what is done is not done."

I Have Lost Those

I have lost those, who I tell myself, were never really my friends. Whom I feel never truely knew me. whom were decieved by others, or led, by their own preconcieved notions,

The World is Full

The world is full of pithy little sayings and sweetly spoken platitudes by the shiniest of happies. "Everything will be okay, and Everything will work out in the end.

To Fall From Grace

To fall from Grace, isn't hard to do. Once mis-step and clouds give way from you. Fallen Angel, once so adored, Now finds themself at Hell's door. Their wings are clipped,