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 PosterChild4Ugly
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Words of Darkness©Page 2 of 6    (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6)
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My words are birthed in this their womb
But if they’re read then ‘tis your doom
Your eyes’ mind-portals open wide
And invites their rancidness deep inside

Once therein the slime does ooze
And festers there, in changing hues
Then, in time, the rancid clots
You’ll feel the pain as your mind rots

All your thoughts what e’re they be
Turn into malignancy
And your being will be maligned
With normal thought all declined

By all means, read my words
They’ll become the dark stewards
Of all the things malcontent
And breeders of your torment.

I’ll remain here in this womb
As doors are closing on your tomb
And as the darkness round you girds
I’ll infect new souls with rancid words.
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The Door in the Wall©
Posted: 1/14/2007 3:16:55 PM
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Oh, we want so to find us that friend
That certain someone on whom to append
Our broken faith and our abused trust
Which demonic others have ground into dust.

To rebuild our faith, (that’s if we can),
And regain a trust in our fellow man.
But deep inside it’s a fence we have made
To ward off the hurtful, cutting sharp blade

Of crushing of faith and betrayal of trust
For emotional protection that fence is a must.
Our fence screams out: “Go with caution, my dear”
So we proceed with experienced fear

Our trust, once broken, is hard to repair
For pain left behind is so hard to bear
Bricks in our fence, we’ve given names:
Liar; Cheater; and Player of Games

The learning for us, in each of those bricks
Are permanent brands our minds have affixed
As scars and wounds, some which still bleed
They’re our reminders to always take heed

And not repeat those things of our past
That caused the pain and allows it to last
But our need of faith, and desiring of trust
Still make our forward motions a must.

To our benefit at least now we know
What to accept, and what to lay low
Experience, tho’ painful, is there to recall
Behind our emotional defensive wall.

So, on we go, in search of that friend
Hoping for enough trust to transcend
Allowing construction of a door in our wall
And start the rebuilding of faith in us all.
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Living Uselessly©
Posted: 1/15/2007 9:03:02 AM
Absorbed by souls is: What we transmit:
Our image physical, nice or unfit,
Or: Our innerselves as how we are seen
Collected by souls in a characters’ tureen

Impressions of we, are mulled ‘round, and then,
After analysis … are transmitted again
And in those reflections these others transmit
We find, in Life, just where we might fit.

We may see ourselves in radiant shades
And may expect rave accolades
But in these others honest critique
Our radiance may become meek

Among us there’s those who will try to deny
That such reflections just don’t apply
But those who court such arrogance
Retain mediocrity as their recompense

But those that will listen, and try to amend
Those constructive critiques will then ascend
To loftier places within their own souls
And inner peace and loftier goals

Answers? No one possesses them all
But we can’t disregard our critics’ call
For without change, then stagnant we’ll be
And through lack of growth live uselessly.
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Who Is She?©
Posted: 1/15/2007 1:54:54 PM
Her locomotion seemed to have no source
As I watched her glide her course
For she moved within liquidity
Quietly … gracefully.

I know not her face or name
But her image does there remain
Embedded within my memory
Often I’ve wondered who she be.
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The Butterfly©
Posted: 1/15/2007 2:27:07 PM
It was just a butterfly that flitted into view
And as quickly as it appeared, it bided me adieu
But the image of that butterfly lingers with me still
Of its’ gyrations and its’ travels of freewill

For I, not long ago had been that butterfly
Its’ movements and its’ travels my life did typify
And carefree flitting had been my chosen fate
Get to my next “flower” – I simply couldn’t wait

Like that butterfly I paid no heed unto the wind
To my next flower I went on undisciplined
There would always be the flowers … always be the time
Forward was my mission: Another stem to climb.

Now, so late, I see the sunsets’ nearly here
No more flowers to flit unto, and time will disappear
I have no regrets within me, nor does that butterfly
For we have both fulfilled our needs – that butterfly and I.
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Fastest©
Posted: 1/16/2007 7:35:21 PM
Speed is, as speed does
Here it is … there it was

One-seventh of a second is one eye blink
Not a lot of time for just one wink!

At the same time, on the internet
‘Tis 30,000 bytes you can get

But nothing’s faster than heartache
For you know instantly when it breaks
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Not Suicide©
Posted: 1/17/2007 2:20:33 PM
The world goes on – whether with you or not
And regardless of what all we have thought
Departing this world via nature or man
Changes nothing in it’s overall plan.

“I’ll show them” when taking ones’ life
Leaves behind even more stress and strife
And to say “I can’t cope” and do yourself in
Leaves pain and sorrow for all of your kin

Those who profess to have it so hard,
That nobody cares, and want a Life’s guard
Need look at a man who has not two legs,
Whose only income is that which he begs.

Finding the answers to all of Life’s woes
Can’t be found in wallowing sorrows
Or through the bottle, nor with a gun
Such actions leave blackness when you are done

Nor does dropping out of society
Which is just another excuse to go flee
From self-made demons alive in your mind
When they’re combined with reluctance to find

The source of your problems, the causes inside
From which you so endeavor to hide.
The answer, indeed, and surely there be
Involves the facing of reality

And walking hard paths, the difficult lanes
Then your troubles through answers arraigns
All of your demons, all of your fears
‘Tis then the bright sunshine appears

And all you thought hopeless, all you thought hard
Are then buried within the graveyard
Of your misery and lost cause of your past
And there lay useless, discarded at last.

Left there is hope and the future ahead
Because you have rendered your demons dead
Then … return to an earlier time,
With innocence and mirth, your only rhyme.
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Squandered and Overdosed©
Posted: 1/18/2007 12:35:58 PM
‘Tis the one thing most all of us shun
We don’t think of it until there is none
And then, of course, it’s always too late
You can’t get it back, there’s no rebate:

We flit from home – to fun – to job
For more entertainment: Just turn a knob.
If a relationship’s gone to the bad
No need to fret – another can be had

If your job sours, n’ your car has shot craps
Get a new job, and a new car, perhaps.
All of these things are normal, I guess
But within them all we never address …

The time it takes, as it’s frittered away.
There’s always tomorrow – we say today,
But comes a day in our life - a time -
When all sense of reason, all sense of rhyme

Has no more meaning, for Time will be gone,
We’ll wonder what we spent it upon
Desperately we’ll want amends to be made
To those who helped us along our parade

Thanking all our kin-folk and friends
They, too, may be gone, for Time finds its’ ends
To all living things, to all lifes’ events
It stops abruptly – it knows not suspense.

For those who have youth and vitality
Don’t spend your time so absently
Think of things that matter to you
For Time goes on, and the seconds accrue.

And if you’re not careful, and not paying heed
There won’t be the time you may desperately need
When comes a day you’ll need the Time most
And find you’ve already in Time overdosed.
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Resurrection©
Posted: 1/18/2007 9:19:39 PM
The death of Truth through filters’ sift
By news conglomerates, it is their gift
To the demise of democracy
And the strangling of Liberty.

Freedom becomes what we’re told
By power moguls rich and bold
Who hold the reigns on all the press
And provide to Truth, it’s first abscess.

Government’s first love: Greed
Is passed to conglomerates as their feed
So stockholders may get their share
And feast upon their gold éclair.

And as Truth dies, it’s buried deep
For underground they must keep
All the things we mustn’t know
Or we’ll I.D. their politico …

And all the twisted tales and lies
That Truth always identifies.
If we demand, and then inspect
‘tis Truth we can resurrect

We must stop the conglomerates
For ‘tis not of sifted estimates
That our citizenry then acquires
The knowledge of what transpires.
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A Soldier’s Watch©
Posted: 1/20/2007 9:37:59 AM
In the golden light of dusk her face was clearly shown
At her side a small child … the two of them alone

There before them stood, in darkened silhouette
A small simple cross … as the sun went set

No sounds were there-‘bout uttered, but upon the mother’s face
A silent tear fell down … then another, giving chase

The sky remained there golden, as they stood in reverie
Of dreams no longer possible or things they’d planned to be

I float now, here above them, devoid of former life
As God and I watch over … my daughter and my wife.
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Legacy©
Posted: 1/20/2007 2:33:51 PM
When left there is a legacy
Enhancing of earths’ crust
Do you care if it is known
You left footprints in it’s dust?

It matters not where we go
Nor, where it is we’re from
But our legacy left behind
Echoes our beating drum.
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Backyard©
Posted: 1/20/2007 8:35:47 PM
Away do we wander, away far from home
Searching for love and our honeycomb
With paths wearied, our dreams become charred,
The amazement is: they’re in our own backyard.
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The Cost©
Posted: 1/20/2007 10:43:26 PM
Now I find underneath your veneer
For what I’ve been searching: ‘Tis fear that I hear.
As you’ve been reading, there’s been growing doubt:
The words you’ve read in … might not get out

You don’t want to believe, but still there’s mistrust
‘Tween your logic – and my words of disgust
For it could be, the stories are true
And that is what is bothering you.

For you to know with all certainty
If the stories be true, or just a “could be”
‘Here within my musty shadows you’ll find
The answers, but … it will cost you your mind.
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Won’t Die©
Posted: 1/24/2007 9:28:49 PM
Wisps of memory stream by
Bringing joy-tears to fill my eye
______ That you and I shared
______ When once you cared
In times long ago that won’t die
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The Cave©
Posted: 1/27/2007 8:07:04 AM
I’ll not take your time, beyond what the need,
To relate to you a story and deed
As there’s no one else to plea this decree …
For I am the only survivor, you see.

I’m an old man, and my mind’s full of mist
But details of that night in my mind still exist
As vivid and clear, as sharp and exact
Of the precise moment the beast had attacked!

When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two other men, making our friendships replete
One was named Beckett, the other one Flynn
And better friends there never have been.

Beckett was tall – an athletic type
While Flynn, the scholar, more fond of pinstripe
Pinstripe or athlete – it mattered not
It was our essence together and that which it wrought.

Engaged were we in all daring do
High on the mountains, and under seas, too,
We crossed dry deserts, and jungles of green
And other adventures there in between.

We’d been together, it was our sixth year,
And still our adventures made us cohere
To every madness – to every rave …
Until we decided to enter The Cave.

We discussed the encounter and planning for weeks
And assembled equipment – some new, some antiques
Until at last the day it arrived …
And our excitement? It still had survived.

We traveled in Flynn’s new “customized” Jeep
Instead of driving in my old rusted heap,
And good thing we did, for the road was quite rough
The last part of the trip, the going was tough.

The map we used, was bought from a guide
Who had told my friend, Flynn: “Don’t go inside”
When he had learned of our journey’s intent
To go into The Cave, and begin our descent.
The guides’ words, had given us pause
When we thought: What was his reason or cause?
But … dismissed were his words of advice
We had each other … and that would suffice.

With our ropes and lanterns and other such gear
It was into The Cave we then disappeared.
The light from our lanterns speared into the dark
We spoke very little and made no remark.

Onward, downward, in blackness we went
Placing out markers for our later ascent
The sounds of our footsteps, and scraping of walls
Reverberated ‘round us – as echoed recalls

In about three hours, or maybe ‘twas four
We encountered water on The Cave floor
And there all around were such beautiful shapes
Never had we seen such gorgeous landscapes

Stalactites, stalagmites and mineral mounds
And dripping water with their “plopping” sounds
Pinks, violets and shades of green hues
A few sightless salamanders made their debuts

We found a small dry spot and then we assessed
This was a place we could stop now to rest.
I set down my lantern, and took off my hat,
When Beckett said: “Hey. Did you just hear that?”

I moved not a muscle, and my ears went to strain.
All I could hear were the droplets, like rain.
And from The Cave’s bowels …I heard it then
I continued to listen – then heard it again.

We looked at each other, but said not a word
Confused and startled by what we’d just heard
It wasn’t a moan, it wasn’t a gasp
But more rather like a guttural rasp

One thing was certain, it wasn’t a stone
That could create sounds while standing alone
T’was our discussion, from which to derive:
The source of the sound was something … alive.

Then from The Cave’s deepened black hole
Came again sounds from a source with no soul
The sound was menacing, and one I despise,
I watched the fear grow within my friends’ eyes.

Instinctively, we three then moved as one
In that instant – our re-ascent had begun
I had been last in the line coming down
I’d be the first to reach the “above-ground”.

Quickly my feet in the lead, lead the way
Flynn, right behind had nothing to say
My friend Beckett, brought up the rear
And in that position had the greatest to fear

The lamp on my hat pierced through the black
And I looked for our markers that would lead us back
To save our strength, nothing was said
Again came that sound that filled me with dread.

The sound became louder and closer it be
And I moved faster through the black before me
I could hear Flynn’s breathing, so close behind
I tried to concentrate on the markers to find

Somewhere behind me, then snarls I heard
Loud and vicious, run together and blurred
Close … so close … the beast was so near
Adrenalin rushed through me to react to my fear

T’was then I was hit with an overpowering stench
The smell caused my stomach to turn and to wrench
The odor blew past me, and I knew t’was the breath
Of the beast of The Cave – its’ stench of death.

I was near running, but down on all fours
Sweat was streaming from all of my pores.
Then I heard those terrible screams
The ones I keep hearing in all of my dreams

It was Beckett I knew in his shocked agony
Midst the snarled snapping of jaws I can’t see
I heard bones cracking and squishing of flesh
And the fear within me gave new strength afresh

My fingers were raw from grabbing at rock
But on moving forward my mind had its’ lock
My stomach still queasy from the stench of the beast
I knew he was finishing his beastly feast

I knew, too, t’was only a matter of time
When the beast would return. I had to climb!
I heard Flynn say: “IT’S COMING AGAIN!”
Again was a surge of my fear deep within.

I heard once more the beast from behind
And fought the panic taking over my mind
Something heavy struck against The Cave’s walls
The kind of sounds that ghastly appalls:

A scraping of talons of heavy clawed feet
Caused my heart to double its’ beat
I had the feeling that Flynn lagged behind
I screamed my urgings loud and maligned:

“Flynn! Flynn! Catch up to me!”
But took not the time to look back and see
For the sounds of the beasts’ crashing against The Cave’s face
Told me it neared – and was gaining the race

My knee hit a rock, my balance was lost!
I fell to the ground, and then feared the cost
In losing the time in scrambling free
Again sheer panic stabbed into me.

In less than an instant, Flynn was there too,
His face in my light was of a strange hue
And as he helped me get back to my feet …
Flynn turned around – t’was the beast there to meet.

The stench overwhelming, but the sight was much worse
For standing before us: The malignant curse
Of overlapping scales in shades of dark gray
The rest of its’ body concealed in umbrae

But its’ eyes … its’ eyes … I’ll never forget
Rheumatoid yellow, and deeply inset
Its’ reptilian lids blinked just one time
‘Fore its’ lips peeled back revealing the slime

Glistening yellow over dagger-like teeth
Then oozed from its’ mouth to fall there beneath.
The beast reared up, then we saw its’ claws
Sharp and deadly within its’ forepaws

Towering above us, no sound the beast made
On beams of our light had his gaze stayed.
Unexpectedly Flynn then turned and faced me
With less blinding light, the beast could again see

Why Flynn had turned I never will know
For the beast bit him in two, at his torso
And I was looking at Flynn – direct in his face
When the beasts’ bite his life did erase.

I screamed, and instantly away did I run
Away from the beast, and dead companion
Through the price of Flynn’s life, more time had been bought
To reach The Cave’s entrance – the goal that I sought

Running wildly, several times did I fall
But toppling did not my mission forestall
The beast I knew still somewhere behind
Drove me on forward with my besieged mind

I heard its’ clawed talons scraping the wall
And prayed I’d not again stumble and fall
Then, up ahead, a small opening I viewed
And I saw my chance, and hope there exude

Twelve feet … six feet … then it was three
But the beast and its’ stench was there behind me
I dove through the rock opening, scraping my head
But better that injury than ending up dead

I was elated, and about to rejoice
I then heard a scream – it was my own voice!
In my leg erupted intense blinding pain
Looking down I saw the bloodstain

My leg, through the opening, still was stuck out
There was but split-seconds, before I’d lose it no doubt
I pulled my leg back, and in but a flash
My shoe was removed by a clawed talon slash

I crawled back from the opening, then I could see
My wound was deep, from ankle to knee
Then suddenly through the opening came
A clawed talon whose aim was to maim

I quickly withdrew out of its’ reach
As the claws extended through the openings’ breech
The opening too small, for continued rampage
And the beast began then to voice its’ outrage

It’s deafening roars assaulted my ears
Echoed through Cave chambers and my mind there cohere
I began attending unto my grave wound
Knowing I now was no longer marooned.

T’was another hour ‘fore I crawled out The Cave
But many days ‘fore I shed the shockwave
Of what had transpired, and what I had seen
And my damaged leg was lost to gangrene.

Now sleep evades me, for my horrible dreams
Show beams of light, and unearthly screams
Of Beckett and Flynn and The Cave we were in
I know tonight, I’ll re-live it again.

So, now you’ve the story, you’ve heard the deed
I swear is the truth I’ve herein decreed
And Beckett and Flynn are enslaved in their grave
And I lost my leg to the beast of … The Cave.
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Do You, Nathaniel?©
Posted: 1/28/2007 12:54:15 PM
The entry below is an exchange between two veterans of indeterminate county. And ... they question why it was they fought and a way to help assure no others will again engage in the struggles of their experiences.



Do you hear the guns, Nathaniel?
Lying there so loud within our memory.
Do you smell the smoke, Nathaniel?
Drifting in the air in memory to see.

Do you feel the wounds, Nathaniel?
Living in the pain of your reality
Do you see “the cause”, Nathaniel?
For which we fought oh so gallantly.

Do you feel betrayed, Nathaniel?
When we found “the cause” was not for liberty
Do you hear the words, Nathaniel?
That said “the cause” was really gluttony.

Do you still bleed, Nathaniel?
For loss of things that always used to be.
Do you still care, Nathaniel?
To reinstate our homelands’ liberties.

For if you do, Nathaniel,
Then it’s to the homeland that we both so love
We must provide involvement
To make the lion lay down with the lonely dove.
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Echoes of Silence©
Posted: 1/28/2007 10:43:06 PM
The empty hallway and barren rooms
Where love we shared no longer blooms
Porcelain there and bits of chrome
Now just a house, but not a home

Where there the laughter rang out
Now the silence echoes about
And me, I stand in this silence filled hall
Feeling another quiet tear fall.
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You, I and Life
Posted: 4/30/2007 7:12:46 AM
You Know My Name©

Legendary is my stealth
And silently do I go
I’ve been with friends of yours
But none of you may know.

The seeds of malignancy
And suffering I plant
Quietly do those seeds grow
Blooming misery I grant.

I spread dark malice everywhere
In persons far and wide
Looking constantly for a place
In which I may abide

No one knows my presence
As I become your crippler
My name? It’s known quite well
To All, I’m known as: Cancer

Help stamp out this deadly curse
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Tomorrow
Posted: 5/16/2007 4:00:35 PM
Tomorrow©
… and so the days move forward and as we reminisce
We think of how things used to be before we came to this

The days of yore: More simplistic with innocence so young
Aspirations to the sky, and travels so far-flung

But Life is not yet over, for many dawns are yet to be
We cannot allow ourselves to live in reverie.

Tomorrow may bring wonders imaginations can’t conceive
And they will live within us - in our lives to interweave.

So while the past was wondrous – we don’t regret a thing
The future holds more wonders into our lives to bring

Smiles and joys we’ve never met, things alive and new
So look forward to tomorrow – there are things awaiting you.
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Be Careful ...
Posted: 8/1/2007 2:33:42 PM
Be Careful
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You can’t recall the stone,
Once it’s thrown
Emitted harsh words, can’t be defused
And Time spent, can not be reused.
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Go On ...
Posted: 8/2/2007 2:37:38 AM
Go On
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We assess their actions
To see just where they fall
Then within Pain or Joy
We’ll record our scrawl

But the page, it has been written
And Time has moved along
Past misery or joys
We mustn’t dwell upon

For tomorrow brings the sunrise
And with it our new dawn
And as we look into it:
What will that day spawn?
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A Rapist Tale
Posted: 8/7/2007 8:05:27 AM
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I bid you all: Good evening
I trust you’re seated well
And ready to accept the tale
Soon to you I’ll tell

Choose NOT to view
My malignant horrid face
The rotting flesh and pus filled eyes
Are not my saving grace

Hopefully, too, you’ll be spared
When an odor may emit
From boils on my hide
Which may erupt and spit

But … If all is in readiness,
And comfortable you be
Let me ruin your mind
As you come along with me …

On a night in August
With weather caldron hot
The moon rode thru’ a cloudless sky
As Nature did allot

Long, moonlit shadows
Were cast upon the ground
Rustling leaves upon the trees
Were the only sound

Bats darting quick - an
Insects’ final fate,
While the night moved onward
The hour growing late

Down the lane a man did walk
A rapist full of hate
The clicking of his footsteps
Displayed his quickened gait.

For evil graced the air
It crackled in the heat
And sizzled in the sweat beads
Running down his face so fleet

The evil did its’ work:
His fear inside did swell
For the Prince of Darkness
Was emerging from His Hell.

Before the man, down the lane,
A vision began to form:
Headless ghouls, biting things
And rancidness did swarm.

As the fear inside him rose
Exponentially
His gaze remained swarm fixed …
Involuntarily

His gait slowed at the sight
His steps becoming faltered
For appearing in the swarm:
A figure – leather haltered

The haltered figure materialized
From inside the festered swarm
And the man began to see
The figure fully formed

As remnants of the swarm
Began to fade away
The man then absorbed - what
His eyes purveyed

The Prince of Darkness
In female form revealed
An offering,
There In Her hands, concealed

Vivid red, against
The darkness of the night
Glowed behind the figure
Standing in his sight

The man had stopped mid-stride
When the Prince, She had appeared
The sight before him:
Accumulation of all he feared.

The Prince of Darkness
Beckoned with Her mind
Compelling him to seek
What her hands entwined

Forward did he move
Of power not his own
Toward Her outstretched hands
And the thing he would be shown.

Standing there before Her
Moving gaze from face to hand
He saw the thing She held there
But didn’t understand

A clear liquid
Inside a crystal glass
Supported bobbing ice cubes
But his thoughts remained morass

He knew not the identity
Of this haltered form
Who had emerged from inside the
Mass of rancid swarm

But compelled was he
To take the glass
And of content to
Imbibe and take

He reached forth
And did so
A fatal
Flawed mistake

The swarm he had seen before
Witnessing it with dread,
Now appeared again …
But this time in his head.

A physical transformation
Took place midst painful screams
As the world around him
Turned to nightmare dreams

He dropped the crystal glass
But it never reached the ground
His body absorbed the glass
With a sucking sound

His chest was then expanded,
His waist it shrank to thin
His fingers sprouted long nails
As he was born again

Now he stood there naked
And as he then looked down
Found woman’s breasts upon his chest
Causing him to frown


The Prince of Darkness
Spoke to the new female:
“Now ‘tis you will see
The Hell that’s your new jail”.

“I have a job for you
That you will do for me
And ‘tis a job for you to
Last all eternity”.

“In my home in Hell,
Many rapists do abide
Inside you broken crystal
Glass it is I hide”

“For you are now a female
And Hell’s rapists you will please
Cutting them to ribbons
As you kneel there on your knees”

“But you will feel the pain
Those rapists will inflict
Forever and for always
And that is my edict”

Her malicious laughter
Filled the August air
As the Prince of Darkness
Ended the affair

A swarm of flying, biting things
Veiled the Prince again
And he disappeared
To look for rapist men.

And so, you’ve heard the tale
I told you I would say
Now the night is over … but …
Come back again some day.

But, should you be a rapist
Then here, I have for you,
A clear liquid in crystal glass …
Drink, before you bid adieu.
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Ourselves
Posted: 8/7/2007 9:26:33 AM
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A caress, softer than cloud shadows
Is all we dare desire
For intimate involvement filled with
All of passions’ fire
Might sear away the feelings
We need to keep us sane
Or like a moth, be consumed
By the heat of passions’ flame.
The One we need is out there
But fearful are we still
To drop our guard, reveal ourselves
No, we can’t trust them … ‘til …
Our confidence of who we are
Our belief: The best will be
When we get past the Hurt
Inflicted recently
Only then, when scars are healed
When our self-confidence resumes
Can we enjoy again
All of Life’s perfumes
And to all who inflict our wounds
Now in healing states
Know that somewhere up ahead
A crushing fate awaits.

And …

Forgiveness is the perfume a flower leaves
On the shoe that crushed it.
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Finding Answers
Posted: 8/9/2007 6:59:04 PM
Finding Answers ©

When someone says to you: “I have your answer, here”.
Run, don’t walk, away in total fear.

For no one has the answers, Life has few absolutes
‘Tis other alternatives the offer-er computes.

There are information avenues one may travel down
The view may prompt a smile or perhaps a worried frown

But when there are decisions you know that must be made
It’s only you, and you alone, decides how the game is played

Advice – it may be sought, and maybe gathered in
But in the end ‘tis you, who protects your only skin.

So, accept not, answers so freely given ‘way
Take your own better road, find answers andante.
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Affections' Equality
Posted: 8/9/2007 7:27:26 PM
Affections' Equality©
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I speak to her incessantly, but I never say a word
My affection conveyed through a humming bird
And through the gentle kiss of a butterfly
As her cheek it brushes while it flutters by
And in rain drops on her window pane
A message from my heart
Where thoughts of her still reign.

And all these things she knows
For she is well aware
That affection from those who love
Can be found most everywhere
And neither must acknowledge
These gifts affectionate
For sender and receiver are both
Equal in their debt.
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