Axis Mundii

A sullen mountain of dusty dreams

protects your Aquarian heart

from the feel of the cold, raw earth

I'm waiting for you

at the top of the pillar-

the celestial zenith

The Axis Mundii

standing with the records of the universe

all there is, was, will be

yet,

it is merely trivial to you

your heartache takes precedence 

over the entirety of the cosmos

the Frivolity of Man

is nothing to your day-to-day

waiting

I'm at

The Axis Mundii

to you, something blue

Vishnu

a God in your eyes alone

your hopeless mortal existence

something betwixt the Earth and the Spirit.

Ivy League Lover

The sun is setting,
In that haunted place,
And the coasts of New England,
Reflect on his face,

Elegantly arrayed- eloquently conveyed,
A myriad of mystery this man has purveyed,
The frigid wind and water has brayed,
But the man of New England has ceased to fade,

Colonialism in stone and stitch,
The ancient burning of the witch,
The aching yearn- carnal twitch,
And academia as his niche,

His heart pounding, but his blood won't clot,
It reveals the signs of his secret plot,
To enamor the one he unwittingly sought,
And demonstrate the power he wrought,

The sun is rising,
On the distant shore,
And I look to the north,
Eager for more

Mediumship

The chill
morose
drumming
from the heart of Africa.
Where
Man-first saw his ghosts
refined
but not Brilliant-Cut
pounding with muffled restraints, voices
murmurs screams and whispers
Man- attuned to their wallowing
wailing pain and bloodshed


The Happy

are Soft-spoken

They find,
a Medium, who can hear them.

The Haunting

Turbulent manse,
Self-destructive beauty,
Corrupted youth's spell,
Wavers in a fish-eye lens,
We're all missing,
Some of us dead,
Ebbed away
Terror-Horror-Humor-Humanity,
Insanity,
Loving the lonely,
Trickery,
Twirling,
Only slight jabs from the past,
Lay to rest on the mantle,
Continues the climb,
Crazed


The woman is hiding behind the curtain.

Belial

Dull depressive lull,
broken fever dream,
temporary leave,
once a century,
Just a bit of sin,
Smoke and Sex and Dye,
vices to fulfill,
a Hedonistic Reverie,
Puritan's folly,
on a brimstone beach,
at the brink of hell,
at the dawn of time,
Sleeping sister rise,
awaken the Shadow inside,
My time; Our time,
Apocalypse,
Bind.

Because every demon is vain,
And because you are my savior,
Who continues the lie,
known as my sanity.

Demonology

The rose-colored glasses are off,
The world is hopeless and gray,
The shadows sleep for naught,
They drag me back to the day,

The man who claims to be me,
Is up to something strange,
Engrossed in marvel and awe,
This world made him deranged,

The rose-colored glasses are off,
This world is nothing but hell,
I'm coasting towards a knife,
To break this carnal shell

Rainy Day Reverie

I never knew a human to so quickly attune,
To capture up my being and distract me from the moon,
To grab hold of my essence like it's not a distant star,
And exert a manic influence out of my reach- afar,

I never knew a bond so intricate and deep,
To turn such feeble memories to something I should keep,
To make its presence known with a brand upon my mind,
And question the intention of the feelings left behind,

I never knew a yearning that would dig claws in my soul,
To leave me with desire to become noble and whole,
To linger in my actions, and leave me to take flight,
And cause such haunting restlessness in the middle of the night,

I never knew a sky of gray could be a sky of blue,
I never trusted feelings- for how can they be true?
I never knew, I never knew,
The things that hide inside of you.

Moonflower

Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-

A gentle breathing against-
A cold stone slab.

Ritualistic. Dualistic. Simplistic.
And nevertheless cruel as the sea,
Black as an Amazon rainbow,
Obscured by the blight-
Child of light,
Come kiss the dark,
Cold,
Stark,
And loving you more each day,
Precious prey,

My...

Moonflower,
The upstarting dawn,
My last existence-

Stuck

In a cloud
of fog and ice
literal,
physical,
mental,
numb to the core

Abrupt

Glowing or glowering, the moon still shines for me,
Wavering steadfast like the tide pools by the sea,
Blazing hot in the cold man I can be,
Free,
Unset from the collective "we"

Engulfed or enraptured-- the idea's the same,
Uttering cries that resemble my name,
Coming across as something so tame,
Maim,
And dark forces are surely to blame.

Observing your motions- you're such common stock,
You tremble in fear at the stroke of the clock,
Afraid to be noticed amidst the flock,
Block
Thoughts of plunging yourself off the dock.

I wish you'd stop staring and just kiss me.

Similarity

Gaping-wide
a lonely child amidst
a sea
of debt
and deprivation.
He's lonely
and you're lonely
and longing
for nothing more than
Cheap Thrills
and commiseration,
Something
Somewhat Like
Love.

Taurus

Your hazel eyes and their secret hue...
Are they green?
Are they blue?

A musician's notions unforeseen...
Senses quiet,
Senses keen,

Enraptured and I can't deny it...
Heartstrings willing,
Heartstrings riot,

Stirring and dreaming- all too thrilling...
Thoughts are luring,
Thoughts are drilling,

Throughout it all, ever-enduring,
All tranquil,
All assuring.

Practice

Alabaster ancient aimless arrows,
Black blood boils like bourbon,
Caustic cynicism collects like cinders,
Double-blind duplicity deterring dangerous demons,
Enticing empathetic, enigmatic, elusive enemy,
Forever forlorn for fading future fallen fantasy,
Gratuitous generosity glows upon glowering gentlemen,
Hedonistic heathen's heartstrings hang in hell,
Intelligence is increasingly idiosyncratic in individuals,
Jarring justification for juxtaposition of justice and jealousy
Knowing knives and knots kill kindly,
Lackluster, lustful, longing, lonely, loving lyrics,
Meandering muted men- meaninglessly meek and mild,
Notoriously nostalgic, naive, nonsensical, never-ending, and needy,
Obstinately obnoxious odius ogres,
Predictable pretentious people provoke presumptions of promiscuity and pained plainness,
Quell quixotic quests from quivering queens,
Rancorously retching repugnant rhymes and reasoning,
Stupid souls stuck in something simple sends me seething!
Treacherous tyranny turns to tempest tears,
Unusually ubiquitous user- uncanny, uneasy,
Voraciously vicarious, venting vulgar voyeurism,
Weary writing women wrecking woeful wanderlust,
Xylophaging xyrographic Xanadu,
Yells for yearning yearly,
Zealous zen zeitgeist.

Scorpio

Ice Kiss, World Serene,
Upon my frozen lips, Your Cheshire grin,
And it becomes this, Our future foreseen,
Duplicitous... Keep my world green...

Dreamy bliss, Not refined but keen,
Self-conscious trips, Keep me trapped in sin,
How you're going to miss, I'm an angry teen,
My entrancing hiss... So vicious, so mean...

Kiss my ring,
Be my king,
No, give me rest,
No, no- I protest,
Stay with me,
Set me free,
Take your leave,
Let me grieve...

Black and white and ashen-gray,
Excised, frivolous, gay,
I can't keep you by my side,
Just to fix tears I've cried,
To hold you and from the world hide,
Alleviate my Pisces pride,
I want to say "I Love You",
I do, but it's not right to do,
Your perfect match you should pursue,
It hurts me- but I know it's true.

Elegy for your Baby

Breaking down- that's something I can't do,
Or won't do- rather, not to you,
I've got to keep my cool composure,
I burned my heart, over-exposure,
Through lackluster love- I saw the chance,
To execute a darker dance,
To be myself, your child died,
And I'm the thing that dwells inside,
Welcome me with open arms,
Entranced by spells, old tomes, and charms,
This is it I'm here to stay,
My heartlessness won't go away,
So pin me down in darkest night,
I'll show you wrong can be so right.

Hope Beyond The Commodore

(Finally another inspiration big enough for a villanelle!)

Hope Beyond The Commodore:

Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
Yours' is something wholesome I can see,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

At first my mindset is absent- a flake,
But the colors of your eyes still glimpse at me,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

In time you'll see that heartstrings pulled are fake,
I'm a marionette who can utter a "Blessed Be",
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

This fleeting feeling like a phantom on a lake,
Something upon which scholars can't agree,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,

Each subtle thought you give, you bet I'll take,
Intricately blended, to steep like tea,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make,

It pains me to see another heart could break,
But you're much too charming to dispel my fantasy,
Of all the foolish hearts I could forsake,
And I question the world and the things the Creator can make...

Sex and Suitors

I want to find a late nighter,
Hard biter,
Spiked cider,
Lover/Fighter,

Who takes my cuffs and wants them tighter,
A twisted kid,
A poison spider,

Who gives me something real to hold,
Their hands cold
Thoughts bold,
Mindset old,

Meet these specs and I'll be sold,
You're the one,
Precious gold,

I want a lover- I don't want love,
A kiss n' shove,
Rise above,
Mismatched glove,

Don't want a rose or turtle dove,
Just a taste,
That I belove.

Vampire Love Story

(erm... I can't find the rest of this poem in my logs, so I'm rewriting the middle)
Vampire Love Story:

Chalk on my fingers,
Blood on my lips,
Strong coffee in this mug,
Taking occasional sips,

It was just another victim,
Just another meal,
Then why didn't I cut their throat,
When they tried to cut a deal?

Loved and left,
Worn and cut,
Deliciously hopeful,
Crude convict slut,

These chains may be a symbol,
These eyes might look past pain,
This time it might be real,
As real as acid rain,

And as painful as the first time,
Assuredly the last,
Grow up from all this madness,
Love is past you, it's the past...

To hell with all this romance!
I'm a creature of the Dark!
Now I really must be going,
My next victim's in the park...

Deleterious

This feeling- anonymous,
Its origin mysterious,
Curious,
DANGER DELETERIOUS
Passion sent back,
Apathy off-track,
What do I lack?
ASSAULT ATTACK
Sick of the tries,
The jealousy-the lies,
Severing ties
GOOD-RIDDANCE GOODBYES
Sweet Selene help me through!
Make thoughts of them thoughts of you!
TREACHEROUS TRUE
And bright blessings.

Chemically-Induced Love

Tonight I trade Selene for Calypso,
Tonight I'll show that feelings don't run deep,
A manic dance to the fervent tempo,
A precious memory meant to keep,

Tonight my eyes get lined in black,
Tonight I'm doused in attar rose,
A few mistakes I can't take back,
A couple highs and half-dosed lows,

Tonight I dance- but just for me,
Tonight I'll show off much more skin,
A drop of blood to pay God's fee,
A bit of powder to let it in,

Most Definitely Messing Around,
In Pure Ecstasy

Once in a While

Not so often,
In the dark,
Darkest night,
Cold and stark,
Now and then,
It leaves a mark,
A subtle scar,
Yearning spark,
The slightest feeling,
A tiny quark,
To have you kiss me,
In Central Park.

The Day After

Such pretty gleaming powder,
With traits of speed and blow,
Makes the music pound out louder,
For last night's impending show,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

Warmth and love surrounding,
Hot blood spread from head to toe,
Pleasure over-abounding,
Yet I dosed a day ago,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

My ears severely ringing,
In the silence like the snow,
But somewhere inside I'm singing,
Letting feeling ebb and grow,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

For seconds I am lonely,
But that's not for you to know,
Because when I think "if only...",
I'd still want you to go,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

I could drown in all this feeling,
Rapid highs amidst the low,
Or I could just stare at the ceiling,
Conspire 'gainst a foe,

Altered minds destroying time's flow,
There is magic in this moment,
In this precious Afterglow,

And even if the answer's "no",
You won't see me bent-down in woe,
I'm still going, I'm still glowing,
Ensnared by precious Afterglow...

Interest if Only Temporary...

I haven't written for you yet,
That doesn't mean I would regret,
A chance for me to look about,
Probe your mind- figure you out.

I'm not saying that we'll date,
Odds are we won't procreate,
Maybe a kiss, maybe more,
Who knows what there is in store?

But I like leaving things to chance,
And with Bacardi, I can dance,
With some more, hell- I can sing,
And whisk off to some petty fling,

That's all I want, a shallow tryst,
To plunge my soul into the mist,
To purge my body of it's pain,
And hope I won't see you again.

The Vibe on South 13th

Rain won't wash away the sin,
Or smells of sex and sweat,
Smoke won't take the taste away,
Not one chance to forget,

The car ride home is droll and dead,
Your ears are ringing too,
Drunkenness in that stage of dread,
Thinking of you, and you, and you,

Cry a bit- then shake it off,
Baby, hollow out your soul,
Expel that last cigar-filled cough,
You've reached your bed- your goal,

Peel off that shirt stuck to your skin,
If you manage- take off your pants,
Lay in bed; cold and thin,
Remember that last kiss and last dance,

You smell like that hormone-ridden club,
Your neck is marred and blue,
Give those tired eyes a rub,
I'll dream of all of you.

To my grandmother on thoughts of Christmas

I guess I forgot to post this. o.o" It was part of my grandmother's Christmas gift.

To My Grandmother on Thoughts of Christmas:
Traditions are attached to each and every holiday,
Bringing with them memories of joy; and sometimes strife,
Pfaltzgraff, Churchill, and Blue Willow on display,
Will remain a vivid memory in the next years of my life,

But of all the finest silver, the china, and the glass,
There is just one that looks the best in your abode,
Gleaming white, and trimmed with green- such elegance and class,
I'll never, ever, wipe away those thoughts of Christmas Spode.

There's something about it's magic that simply warms my heart,
The fondness that we share for it is something to hold dear,
And even if this family completely tears apart,
I'll be ever-enchanted when Christmas time is near,

There are not words to thank you for all the things you've done,
There are not ways to show you gratitude for empathy,
There are no seats of honor higher than being your grandson,
Save for these wonderful traditions that you've passed on down to me.

Cancer

So I wrote this one during the beginning of summer. I originally wasn't going to post it out of the slightest fear that the person it is to would read it. I realize now that will never happen, and I really don't feel the need to keep it something special to share with them anymore.



Unreleased Tension

I never dreamed it would be you,
Or rather, seldom, did I dare to,
Believe that it would be you,
Who,
Made me blurt out something true,

It wasn't hard for you to do,
Your liar's eyes and their menacing hue,
Peaked an interest I have in so few,
New,
Has arisen a yearning stark blue,

Like the skies when a storm's overdue,
Overcast, and clouds ribboned like glue,
And the creaking of the teak and the yew,
You,
Left this tension pent up to brew,

You look at her and you tell me you're through,
For my interest to further accrue,
Saved my illness sitting in drops from the dew,
Slew,
My inhibitions- thus yearning grew,

A spellcaster with a soul bent in two,
The forgeman with driver and screw,
The torpid preacher of ascension anew,
Few,
Give me feelings like these for you.

-And I'm so very very sorry,
Mike

(Yeah, they probably wouldn't have liked it anyway. lol)

Changes

I've only ever known,
The Dark,
The cold recesses, the dark abscesses,
Of this pallid world,
To be where wisdom unfurled,
But you,
Bring a soft light's setting- gently letting,
Me open my heart,
Barriers split apart,
This tender moment, swift denouement,
Showing all that is concealed,
The cold expanse of a starlit field,
How magic,
Love, not morbid- is portentously torpid,
And it has me in its snare,
Caught up in its amorous flare,
And I'm loving it,
And you,
Beta

I-Doser Poetry #1 (Black Sunshine)

My new hobby is using I-Doser software, so the next couple of poems are going to be written during I-Doser trips. The first one was "Black Sunshine".

On the dais,
One with Stone,
Nocturne-
Broken Epitome,
Beauty blinded-
So sincere,
Simple-minded atmosphere,
Break with me in sultry sin,
Secrets hide back deep within,
And horror pours forth from your lips,
And pours back in with steady sips.

A miracle is taking place,
Come birth your god with ashen face,
and break her skull upon the stair,
Coagulation in her hair.

Semi Free-Verse and Overt Mindfuckery

You give the chance to rectify,
That which I-
Would nullify,
Silent words and a starry sky,
Kisses compensate time gone by,

Ineffable feelings and thoughts to blend,
Into something I can't comprehend,
Invoking something that doesn't end,
And testing what will break or bend.

You're a charming kisser- but you're not The Moon,
My Sweet Selene and her barren womb,
To which I cannot offer a child to groom,
And teach him the rites of the Wand and the Broom,

Water-Bearer, the fault is mine,
Forgive me for acting like all is fine,
I'm not one to see there's a finite line,
Till my eyes are misted by deep red wine,

This world of dreams I'm walking through,
Brings me back to thoughts of you,
Slams me hard into what is true,
Still limping-bleeding- I still pursue,

I have to say "I love you"...

Let it be a simple phrase,
Something showing beneath a haze,
Of emotions stirring, through these days,
But its not a lie, its not a phase.

Aquarius

Psychosomatic,
Feeling idiosyncratic,
Towards a rather erratic,
Explication addict,

SC sobriquet,
Contemplating Black, White, Gray
Feelings growing everyday,
Exposing truths; come what may,

Sanding down sardonicism,
And mordantly my mysticism,
Could lead to such a cataclysm,
Embittered sweet romanticism.

A Quest

(I swear I'll get better at this happy poetry business.)

Time Mage,
Can you rewind-
To that state of mind?
That place in time,
Taste of cilantro and lime,

Can I rub your nose?
Give you that rose?
Tenderly hold-
You in a room so cold?

Or can you pass through...
Time, with a "Hastega!" or two?
Till I see you again?
... or just skip to 5th gen. ;)

But when we get to that place,
Where my hand's on your face,
Can you make time go slow?
And make us fly with "Aero!" ?

Being with you; it's like a luxury ball,
My happiness stat cannot falter or fall,
Like a max revive; I just know I can't lose,
If I had a choice- it's you I'd choose.

Thoughts of You- By Me

(I finally had an inspiration big enough to create a poem eponymous to my blog.)

A poet's mind and heart do speak-
Of trodden souls with mindset bleak,
Of tender pangs upon my heart,
Embracing all, and from all part,

What does a poet have to say-
When life's no longer disarray?
When heartstrings lose their innate pain?
In place of love as soft as rain...

I may just have to sacrifice,
A bit of wit- and thoughts of vice,
A cynical and downcast view,
And change my thoughts to thoughts of you,

Thoughts of you- thoughts by me,
A love I want the world to see,
A feeling never felt before,
No mix of woe, just old grandeur,

So this is where the magic lies,
Encompassed in your deep brown eyes,
Encompassed in a mind so grand,
Resounding in a gentle hand,

This poem's a start; I promise more,
To write of the one I so adore,
To write with passion swift and bold,
For your soul of silver and heart of gold.

For You

Anxious- simply,
To see you,
Why-
Avoid you?
Can I...
destroy you?
Or rather
kiss you?
Perhaps,
just miss you,
At last,
just feel you,
Still breath...
what are you?
Black Death...
defines you...
Just let,
me love you,
Unrequited,
I'll hear you,
and lie,
right to you,
Outright,
to hold you,
I might,
just help you...


and help me,
too...

Villanelle

(I finally wrote another villanelle! <3 Dem's tricky)

You get me like a shotgun kiss,
So take me, thrill me, if you dare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

My cemetery invokes such bliss,
And the feel of stone just can't compare,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

You tempting poison- you're what I miss,
I tried to get you at the fair,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

We could be surface liars, this-
We would make a fearsome pair,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,

A gentle whisper; sensuous hiss,
Just makes the feeling rich and rare,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous,

So cast me down to the abyss,
Drown me now- I want my share,
You get me like a shotgun kiss,
And I'll pretend the notion isn't ludicrous....

Revelation (school love poem #5)

I passed you today,
Didn't look your way,
I had nothing to say,
Hurts too much- "hello," "hey..."
I just walked away,
A simple array-
Against my mind does it bray,
Calls like my Calypso and Danae,
For another day,
Lest I pray,
That the howling winds say,
"We're just mere men- blood and clay"
So I guess I'll lay,
In the grass, land-struck moray,
A seething Anton LaVey,
Nighttime smelling of hay,
Skin with salt from the bay,
Tears my mind from this fray,

...Raphael... I've gone gray!

And yet I'd still stay,
If you pushed me away,
Small victories, huzzah, hooray,
This curse- this part I must play,
Someone ruined- someone gay,
May,
Find salvation? Nay,
There's no God to delay,
Of hope... there's no ray.

A Helpless Rainy Situation (Rage Poem #2)

You self-righteous prick,
You make me sick,
Undeserved finesse,
You think you impress?
Your overbearing traits,
Liege, O' keeper of the gates,
Save your tricks and sleights of mind,
I am still of Roma kind...

Take in this power, vast as the seas,
You've incurred the wrath of this Pisces,

"Don't go red," you said-
"Don't lose your head."

...I'll go blue when I am dead,
Blame the stock from which I'm bred,

You can't hurt me with those eyes,
I've perfected cons and lies!
...I can lie to fool myself,
I can take idols off the shelf,
I can wipe those thoughts away,
I'm not selfish- I'm not gay,
I make memories go gray,

I can make you yesterday...

(I have class tonight, the rage will either be quelled or be fueled- it's their choice)

The 2nd Suitor (Rage Poem #1)

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

I've been fearful for a while,
Love for me you can't compile,
You're fucking merciless- damn cruel,
Do you mistake me for a fool?

A sting- a viscous crack!
Is it something that I lack?

God you fill me up with rage!
You've moved on and turned the page,
I would've stopped, and not gone through,
But you kept secret what you knew,

Now you've thrown me off my track!
Is it something that I lack?

You have split my life in two,
Granted, willingly, I threw,
All my lust, I preyed on you,
But this!? Just out of the blue?

No... take your blues and make them black,
Is it something that I lack?

Now I'm twisting back in dread,
Regretting all the things I've said,
If you don't want me in your life,
STOP FUCKING AIDING IN MY STRIFE!

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

Prepare for Rage...

There are more school love poems, but they're going to have to go on a brief hiatus. There's too much contempt to express right now, and its time for me to seize this moment. (After all, it is quite rare to have an embittered pisces)

An Analysis of Hypocrisy (school love poem #4)

Today there's rain,
Made me all the more vain,
Anxiety instilling an insane,
Urge to see you again,

I know that you're here,
Just down the stairs- so near,
But I thoroughly fear,
That you might jest and jeer,

You'll be gone when I'm done,
Leave this place with the sun,
So then surely, thanks a ton,
This was magic, this was fun,

Then when I see that you're gone,
It tells me to move on,
Won't be used as your pawn,
...then thoughts repel by next dawn,

So I'll see you in a while,
Two days 'till your next smile,
Leave these feelings in a pile,
That's just me- it's just my style.

A Plea- A False One (school love poem #3)

Stop being right,
Stop giving clues,
Stop exposing my plight,
Stop picking up cues,

Don't talk about love,
Don't talk about life,
Don't try to shove,
Don't aid in my strife,

How can I accuse you?
For none of these you've done...
I wish half of this was true,
And I wish you were the one...

Our Brief Encounter, and My Thoughts (school love poem #2)

It was an aside,
My undaunting luresome loathsome loving lied,
To show that we've cried,
To show elixirs I've tried,
To bring you to my side,

I see you've grown old,
But much more than the morbid marring matted to mold,
All the stories you've told,
Succumb to the fold,
My thought- you, to hold,

You're what I can't reach,
What a tempting torpid treacherous thing to teach,
I guess I beseech,
Your alluring soft speech,
Lends a hand to each,

And still I want you,
Please pray my passing prayers provoke pursue,
But we'd never be true,
Misted in your eyes of blue,
Still letting yearning accrue...

For now ;)

School Love Poems

(the next few a series of brief poems I've been writing in class)

A passing glance,
Is not romance,
A tender smile,
Is not worthwhile,
A playful shove,
Is not of love,
A place to vent,
Is not God-sent,

But still I walk,
And persue, and stalk,
To cross your path,
My sweet empath,

Just a foolish antic,
Of a hopeless romantic...

Pisces

All good things come to an end, and sometimes its like a tumultuous downward slope.

In February I was offered a chance,
An ill-fated token of potential romance,
A daring adventure- a starlit dance,
Drove at my heart, not by arrow, by lance,

Ethereal and elated, ecstatic feelings for you,
Arisen like thunder, across a sky warm and blue,
Moments like these were so wondrous, so new,
Against all odds, these feelings grew,

The sonata continued, two years passed,
Remarkable, that time moved so fast,
But then Janus condemned me, as did Selene and Bast,
With warnings that love wouldn't, couldn't last,

Now where two lives combined, it's just one and one,
That thin red string is frayed; undone,
What once was a moon, is a setting sun,
That reflects in my eyes, telling my heart that I'm done,

But moving forward is a joyous thing,
The beginning and ending, for both do we sing,
Someday two years will seem more like a fling,
Someday he'll find you, and he'll give you a ring...

Come to me in a coma...

(my friend was knocked unconscious my Freshman year of high school, and she had a very strange vision. This poem is based off of what she saw.)

I will show you how to get by,
In my room of only black,
I can teach you how to untie,
All the things that hold you back,

I can free you from the reasons,
That could lead to your demise,
I can save you from all treasons,
I will vanquish out the lies,

And if you come and find me,
By free will and that alone,
You will break my chains and I'll be free,
And I'll point you to my stone...

OhSavior!

(This was written August 7th, 2009. It ended up becoming three entirely different poems, you'll see the parallels. However, this was the original unrequited love poem) XP enjoy




Oh savior! Alluring,
Enduring.... Assuring
Swift raindrops come pouring,
Come luring.... Obscuring

Go swiftly! Forgetting,
Offsetting... regretting,
Lost in the setting,
Come letting... Fretting

How sentient! Creative,
Probative… Addictive,
Wistfully animative,
Allusive… Exclusive

This passion! I'm feeling,
Healing... Revealing
My head spins, its reeling,
Appealing... Consealing

Oh Saivor! So Curing,
My mourning.... my warning
Discussions ensuring,
During... maturing

Elongated Elegy

In the village past her grave,
The people think of what she gave,
In our land of barren shore,
We will see her nevermore,

Thoughts of shame for our mistake,
For it was never ours to take,
What we thought was our's to break,
A wretched burning at the stake,

Her mother's sorrow we must bear,
We think of what she had to share,
Our hearts heavy with regret,
Now there's no way to forget,

She was clever, strong, and kind,
Gifted with a genius mind,
Which we took as reasons to believe,
That she had motives to decieve,

With her grave now daily blessed,
Chains 'round her casket to give her rest,
Now we're subjected to this curse,
Since the day she left the hearse,

Now our children wake in screams,
Seeing the witch inside their dreams,
And when the crops began to die,
The casket nails the priest did pry,

Though we were sure that she had died,
There was nothing found inside,
In our land of barren shore,
The ghost remains part of our lore,

Three hundred years and still we pray,
To repent the action of that day,
Still her presence here is know,
The girl with "witch" carved on her stone...

Sonnet

Suffering and lost; a burdened martyr,
And yet my feelings hide when you come near,
Upon drawing close, my soul you barter,
A trade so made in purest vain my dear,

Please cleanse me to clear my foolish choices,
Use that ancient darkened wisdom to numb,
Go you now to hush these evil voices,
And soon in darkened passion I'll succumb,

Show me how with grace you stand your trials,
With hope in mind please burn my doubts and fears,
Hold my hand, we'll walk for endless miles,
And with us far away you'll stop my tears,

May you be lost in fervent passion stay,
For now I see you let my soul decay...

Do I Stand Before Thee

No longer flawless do I stand before thee,
Still just as loveless as I could be,
False sense of justice, to laws I could not see,
No longer me,
Do I stand before thee,

Like the past, the memories too are broken,
Such things can't last, for quiet angels screaming "heathen",
Heart beating fast, but still I'm barely breathin',
Unhealing cast, I guess I'm finally leavin',
No longer me,
Do I stand before thee,

My heart not for you, stone cold, black, rejected,
The ugly true, thing of me you detested,
When from the blue, came all my thoughts corrected,
I must pursue, the voices that left me unprotected,
No longer me,
Do I stand before thee,

They break my dreams, yet promise rest unending,
They sound like screams, accusing me of pretending,
Their outlines gleam, but what I see is with their power lending,
Though it would seem, from them I need defending,
No longer me,
Do I stand before thee,

But it is no longer YOU, who will stand unharmed from me!
Do now I stand before thee,
As your nightmare, fate, enemy...

lloovveerr

You want me,
You need me,
Our way of hating you,
Our way of needing you,
Under a longing to protect you with lines of scratched glass,
Under a longing for you to mar my face,
'ere a beauty yet to be named,
'ere a dawning of a bit of anthrax,
Ready to fill in the grooves with blood and with tar,
Ready to give me a taste of cyanide,
Even capable of ruining their labcoats,
Even capable of exposing their whore secretaries,

Allow me to lick clean your wounds with flames and saline,
Allow me to rub the ash tray dust from your pallid mouth,

Mothers, leave your children in their burning cribs,
Mother's love can't save them from their sin,
Over the drifting edge of the clockmaker's pleasure,
Over the gallant strides of the whoreson and his fool's pride,
No one can tred in the wake of your vanity,
No one would dare to shovel you unwittingly,
Scars cast a glare on your ugly face,
Scars show to the world that you have grown old,
Tears, oh what a foolish thing to shed for you!
Tears are all that you have left in my stores,
Everything was perfect, until you,
Everything... you...
Really all I can say is that you impress me,
Really I just wish to be thee...

No More Prayer

(Oh Goddess, I knew I'd find the old unrequited love poems XD)
You are the fruit I cannot reach,

You are the jewel that costs too much,

And yet you tease me with your speech,

And yet you tempt me with your touch,

It's true I feel it's tragic,

And it's true I interfered,

I even used a little magick,

Just to try to hold you dear,

My love shall burn always forever,

But it shall choose another love,

So now my love for you I sever,

May it never rise above,

And yet a part of me will suffer,

Because it wants to hold you close,

But it's that part that makes me tougher,

So I treasure it the most,

How can I feel this way about you,

When you do not feel the same?

I'll go and find the one who's true,

God I wish I knew their name,

And so I pray for you no longer,

I'm glad you helped me out that night,

This will only make me stronger,

And now I see things will be right,

So when the blood moon journies high,

I'll be free from all your woes,

And if you look up in the sky,

You may see a crimson rose

Shadow

(An illustrative poem, sorry for not uploading for a few days... even thought I'm the only one that looks at this. lol)

The Moon

Snow-white obsession,
Liquid, Lurid, transgression,
Against God and Her Splendor,
Awestruck shalt she render,

A promise forgotten,
Memories turned rotten,
Forgetting blue daydreams,
In starlight and moonbeams,

Unsettled assurance,
Toward needless remembrance,
Faces are blackened,
Emphasizing love lackened,

Burned cross and ashes,
Self illusionment crashes,
And barriers broken,
With words never spoken,

Look up to your master,
With hearts beating faster,
And lose all your senses,
As God recompenses,

Recoil and cower,
At her fullest hour,
All thoughts dissipated,
In mindset, elated,

Broken... unfeeling,
And reeling and reeling,
And spinning and turning,
And yearning... and yearning...
For you... Selene...

((You'll notice the last stanza is very parallel to the end of Chicago Summer- this was intentional. Chicago Summer is to physical desire as The Moon is to spirituality. They're opposite sides of the same poem, I hope you enjoy) :)

Think of Me (won the 2007 FSEMS poetry slam)

When the darkness plucks asunder,
When the moonlight is obscure,
When the heavens sound the thunder,
When the skies begin to pour,
Think of me...

When the wind speaks of madness,
When twilight gives its cry,
When the willows groan with sadness,
When the summer starts to die,
Think of me...

When you find legends full of power,
When the secrets do unfold,
When you hold an azure flower,
When you reflect on days of old,
Think of me...

When you look for more than darkness,
When you gently kiss the rain,
When a stranger gives you kindness,
When there's strength behind the pain,
Think of me...

When you sit and you are crying,
When you think that you're alone,
When you feel that you are dying,
When you kneel beside my stone,
Think of me...

When your days are dark and tragic,
When I whisper in the night,
When nature shows her magick,
When you look and find the light,
Think of me...

When you see a little spider,
When the moon touches your face,
When your problems feel much lighter,
When you see an insect's grace,
Think of me...

When you push away the sorrow,
When you feel the autumn sun,
When you dream about tomorrow,
When you knew I was the one,
Think of me...

When the darkness plucks asunder,
When the moonlight is obscure,
When the heavens sound the thunder,
When the skies begin to pour,
Think of me...

(Wow... so much time has gone by since I wrote this one, and yet, I still feel so connected to it. This is the poem that started all the others.)

Chicago Summer

Separate by states, and cars, and roads,
And age a factor, that too, forebodes,
Driving passion lasting through the day,
For the one who lives too far away,

A cool summer night with fireflies,
Holding you tight, and assured by your eyes,
A longing for kisses lingers and plays,
And parts you by something far less than highways,

Tending to passion like a fire,
Warm and reeling from desire,
Safe and sound held in your arms,
Allured by your humor, assuaged by your charms,

Trembling breaths is a most pleasing sound,
Drifting pulsations to senses surround,
Fingers drifting down your skin,
Innocent pleasure, indulgement in sin,

Sweat drops form from driving exertion,
Hearts pounding fast from total immersion,
Coming down from a drifting cloud,
Private kisses in a public crowd,

To see you, to hold you, the feeling is burning,
A deep compassion for you I am learning,
Is a joyous thing, and I'm spinning and turning,
Wistfully thinking, and listlessly yearning,
For a summer night in Chicago.

I Need You- November 20th 2007

You're the stormy clouds across the sky,
You're the angel wings that help me fly,
You're the happy ending to my dream,
But we can't be together it would seem,

You're the passion that gets me through the day,
You're the one, but you're so far away,
You're autumn wind blowing through the trees,
And my love for you brings me to my knees,

You're the tiny drops of ice cold rain,
You're the one, I think, who keeps me sane,
You're the full moon glinting in me eyes,
And you're my crimson rose that never dies,

I know I haven't held you close to me,
But you're the one that goes to set me free,
And I wish I could see you every night,
Before I close my eyes, you're the last thing in sight,

So are there thunderstorms in Tennessee?
When I look at the stars, is it you I see?
Can this really be where the story ends?
Have we just been playing pretend?

No it cannot be, its more than this,
We were meant to be, in love and bliss,
So for now keep looking at the moon,
Please don't worry baby, I'll be there soon...

My Precious Suicide Seven

To the one who makes me tremble,
Thou has gone by many a name,
Reverie from your wake to assemble,
Giving in to this perilous game,

To the one who invokes passion,
Your names are growing fewer yet,
Setting limits of love to ration,
With lingering bits I can't forget,

To the one who makes me smile,
And now your names have lessened more,
Holding my heart all the while,
Reaching my soul at its core,

To the one who sparked my vengeance,
Or is apt to doing so,
I will hold you in remembrance,
Though you fill me heart with woe,

To the one whose care is still for me,
You have lost another now,
You could break my chains with mercy,
If you simply knew just how,

To the one who is sincere,
This one's written just for you,
I would be with you my dear,
For I feel your heart is true,

To the one who wants me most,
I can give my love today,
As you prey upon your host,
I will in turn fade away,

To the one who shows no chances,
Of a warm song or embrace,
My heart hears your name and dances,
Though no signs are on your face,

Thou hast been a kindred lover,
Seven spirits brought to three,
One remains the one to cover,*
And another I can't see

Distance parts me from my teacher,
Age parts me from my mind,
From their every move and feature,
Left with toxicity to bind,

How can I choose from you three suitors,
When you haven't love to share?
Thou art my mentors and polluters,
Giving false sense that you care,

So I am left with no more answers,
To rid the loneliness left in store,
Born under the stars of dreamers and dancers,
Dying thus under will be my cure.

Stream of Conscience

Nameless Lover
watching God
from afar
from a place near stars
where hunters came
to hunt
and travel to blue
celestial rings
and terror behind the doors
from blackness
found in truth
where the void came from
and was destroyed
obliterated
shattered
torn
looking for wonders
in places taken back by your God
Hearken and sense of loss
for you and my people
their lacerations
in shadows
asking you:
to take your horses down from the stove
Golden Brown
Boiled Alive
like Moira
yesteryear and wanderlust
betwixt upon reverie
brevity
of sweet dreams
call to madness
deliberate
belligerent
Sacred...Pure

Il Canto di Notte

Oh savior clad in pristine white,
Forsake the keeper of the night,
And show to those who cannot sleep,
Alluring visions of your keep,

Oh savior pray for those long gone,
Forsake the ones who've done no wrong,
And save them from their binding spell,
Alluring prophets can't foretell,

Oh savior shroud me from the pain.
Forsake the cold stuck in the rain,
And keep in mind that you must hold,
Alluring secrets I have told,

Oh savior save me from the storm,
Forsake the damned in your arms so warm,
And please don't tell me that you've lied,
Alluring whispers, "by your side..."

Oh savior shield me from this strife,
Forsake the burden of my life,
And forgive me for trying to be a part,
Alluring ideas of winning your heart,

Oh savior scrapped of rock and tin,
Forsake the heart I cannot win,
And blind my eyes from all the plight,
Alluring fall into endless night,

Oh Savior Clad in Pristine White,
Forsake the Keeper of the Night,
And Show to Those Who cannot Sleep,
Alluring Visions of Your Keep...

Dearest Enemy

You,
The Devil,
With sullen eyes,
Your pity,
Is worthless,
it matches your lies,

You,
Satan,
Who wants remorse,
Save it,
You aren't,
Apt to discourse,

You,
Shadow,
Overcast,
Your weakness,
Subjective,
From your past,

You,
Demon,
Overthrow,
The balance,
Your kingdom,
Awaits you below,

You,
Poor man,
Crying in shame,
Your wailing,
Your wallows,
You've none to blame,

You,
Gutless Lowman,
Whose little brave,
No shame,
Not humble,
No premature grave,

I,
The phoenix,
From Selene do I rise,
No mercy,
But no anger,
I sever our ties...

Vindication

Windswept motion long forgotten,
Sweeping stairways, soft, begotten,
Burning crosses, listless plains,
Ailments spreading, heartfelt pains,

Tender secrets, hearts so bleak,
Daring motions tempt to speak,
Shout and yell and scream to tell,
A plight existent, reminiscent hell,

Gentle notions mask the tears,
Of fearsome foe faced sorrowed years,
Embers spark up lost desire,
Tending passion like a fire,

Lovelorn lovers met with doom,
Burning heartache lead to a tomb,
An azure place made Gray from stars,
Passed by lovers, trains, and cars,

Beauty bound in rules and laws,
Escape their indictments, avoid their claws,
Run past heaven and find a place,
Jealous angels will scathe thine face,

Speak the truth of what they've done,
Cathartic power to free your son,
When painless memories are in your eyes,
To part this world, I am one with the skies....

Opening Post

Hey Everyone! (though technically only Angela)

I think I've finally found a place where I can post my poetry. If not to be viewed, at least now I can have it all in one place. I'll start with the older stuff before I put anything new on.

Sincerest Regards!