Table of Contents

I. Dark Poetry - Quatrain - p.6
II. Romantic Poetry - Quatrain - p.49
III. Nature Poetry - Quatrain - p.67
IV. Haiku - p.73
V. Lullaby - p.84

Dark Poetry

“A Descent”

It is all of which has transpired,
That has left me so duefully tired,
From all that I have recent inquired,
In attempt to seek what is desired.

And as the sands continually sift,
The clockhands endlessly tick,
I find a deepening inner rift,
A small abyss of mind made sick.

Then as the thoughts fall into the nothing place,
Feelings drift into dreadful disgrace,
A tear shorn in bloody trace,
So action may leak in fresco face.

Exhales, a sigh of breath,
Footsteps, a few faint treads,
And so acts borne look of death,
Unto daylight’s darkest dreads.

For naught hides in the summit bright,
A waning feeling of fathomed fright,
A waxing of those contrite,
And questing for the timeless night.

An eye – faint – unshades,
Colored blue, green, and gray,
See his flee from that forbade:
The passion granted of purest day.

And there does linger a sorrow
Of that here today, gone tomorrow,
Of forever wishing that he may borrow,
The gracious god they all hallow.

But, yes, it’s a diminutive dream,
A pervadingly pernicious plea,
Which derives a tearful stream,
In recognition of his turmoiled sea.

But, alas, the sensation decants,
And he is left simply sycophant,
Tortured by his chiding chant,
And though he tries, he may ever shan’t.

So as Love fails, he falls,
Then as time lists, he lies,
And as Love sounds, he calls,
That when Love crowns, he cries.

"Damnation"

They know I’m bi – they think that’s gay – so I’m damned.
I’m skinny and long-haired – they say that’s hippie – so I’m damned.
I like to pose and sing – men think that’s girly – and so they damn.
I prefer to talk than fight – men say that’s weak – and so they damn.
My family knows so little – they wish they didn’t – they too would damn.
Family also says I’m lazy – I do so much – they too would damn.
I fall in love with girls – females think I’m silly – what damns?
But I really like guys – females think THAT’S sexy – this damns.
And so I simply ask, “Why damn me?”
Already divined from a damnable existence
Driven through a dread life of damnation
So why?...
Why?
There’s no purpose.
No gain.
There’s no art.
No beauty.
Yet I suppose such should be expected.
After all, we already “live in Hell.”
I guess damnation suits.
Maybe it’s really just a quest to get to the highest level.
Heh…
Ironic, isn’t it?
That people would curse upon others damnation.
Others already damned.
Ha. Human damnation…so purposeless…
Yet still so painful…

"Devastation of Doubt"

It is one of those…unseen powers,
That – granted – doesn’t readily show,
Yet, when unleashed, we cower,
For it is a disease of the so-called “Unknown”.

And here, of course, explanation must be given,
As the “Unknown” construct isn’t easily defined,
So from our “Known” haven, comes our best description,
“Those we know to which we are unconfined.”

Herein lies irony of a great sort,
I mean, in relation to our “Known” – so secure,
That which provides us great comfort,
Should tantalize us with so lucid a lure.

And, thus, the question is proposed,
“How is that – in life well protected –
Our very existence rapidly corrodes?”
The answer is a lack of circumspect.

It begins in our readiness to cling to the “Known”,
Which sprouts our failure to recognize,
The possible benefits of the UN-known,
In this our imminent destruction lies.

For we do not allow ourselves a trained thought,
And in such overlook the true sacrifice,
Perhaps the panacea we’ve long sought?
Yet – for now, I suppose – current medicine must suffice.

But, THESE are the words of ages long forgotten,
In an era when society may fritter and shout,
When life has become lowly and downtrodden,
Is – quite truly – the Devastation of Doubt.

"Dream Visions"

What dreams, what visions,
Such vivid premonitions,
Dark, dank nightmares,
Bright, heavenly stairs.

They sow sadness,
They make madness,
They give gladness,
They aid avarice.

Granting these magic sights,
Of those gilded, glinting flights,
That lead into deep lusting terror,
Looking all and naught the fairer.

They feed fear,
They seed sneer,
They lead leer,
They cheat cheer.

Swirling endlessly in that mystic pool,
Teeming with life and unrule,
For here it is all unbound,
For here sky is ground.

Oh, the simplicity,
Oh, the duplicity,
Oh, the felicity,
Oh, the rem’niscity.

And all this fantasy fractured,
And all this reality captured,
Now, I’m slipping, slipping,
There’s that Insanity I’m gripping.

But I’m losing, I can’t!
You don’t understand!
I’m really cracked!
These views are whacked!

And I can’t hold on!
This realm, I’m all alone!
But what’s done is done!
There’s that tone…

…But what is it...?

Oh…

It’s that scream of mine…
Calling to that soul of thine…
Never making it though…
Too busy bracing this cold…

But, it’s okay, it’s alright,
I’ll last in this dark’ning night.

After all I’ve got these decisions,
Where do I lay these incisions?
I must have some serious derision,
But that’s all fine…
So long I’ve my wondrous dream visions…

"Enigma"

I’m just some grand façade,
All you see is a mere mirage,
Lies, glamours, deceit,
Am I really so elite?

I’m so sick of this charlatan charade,
So malaised by my own masquerade,
Plagued with a practiced parade,
Tired of the tremulous tirade…

It’s not my deepest desire,
To come off as an unfeeling liar,
Or to seem that I conspire,
I’m just lost in my rupturous fire…

Think I’m beyond salvation,
Caught somewhere in deep damnation,
Want to cover me in lovely laceration,
Maybe it’ll exorcise this ailed abomination…

Perhaps, I’m just a demonic face,
Another sinful slut of this human race,
I’ve no glorious, God-given grace,
Guess I’m not so different in this place…

It’s ironic how I try to reveal,
Yet succeed only to conceal,
Must run in some hidden allele,
Am I really so surreal?

Wonder, do they see me suffocating?
Do they care I’m rotting, decaying?
Can they feel my cracks breaking?
Or is it all just too sedating?

Guess it could be my emotional inhibition,
Or maybe my moral superstition,
Believing I’m on some Power-given mission,
Stuck in my realm of supposition…

Could I maybe just exile?
Go to some land of sorrow so vile?
And I’ve tried and tried to reconcile,
But, God, I must be quite guile…

Now, I simply can’t cry those tears,
Or scream out those inner fears,
Can’t grin those inner cheers,
Merely internalize those painful sears…

It’s not at all what I seek,
I try and beg and plead to be meek,
But I’m cursed with this marionette mystique,
That brings them or me to fatal weak…

My dreams were not of all this deception,
I promise it’s only a misconception,
Sincerely satiated with my stigma,
Enervated and exhausted, I am the Enigma…

"Fade Out"

I hate this world I’m in,
Filling me and them with sin,
Permeating the air we breathe,
All just to relieve or seethe.

It’s just a world full of lies,
Of people hoping someone dies,
Of waiting for the blade to descend,
In hopes of a future amend.

Where everything feeds on cruelty,
Voiced through some manner of foolery,
Which then cast to us to demonstrate,
In destructive methods, reverberate.

But it’s filling me slow and deep,
It’s sweet, delicious, and complete,
But I don’t want it, I’m afraid,
Don’t want this chaotic serenade.

But here I freeze being nursed,
Seeing all these bodies hearsed,
And I remember the hate and fear,
Inspired by the sneering leers.

A time where I bore witness,
To crime purest and simplest,
The burdenous breaking of Love,
As designed by the dying dove.

But now they string me from the noose,
Giving me a new domain to roost,
In a desperate attempt to decapitate,
A foreseen vengeance to precipitate.

So here I stand to flickering doubt,
But I promise I won’t shout,
Just ensure I’m caught in your rout,
‘Cause I’m fading out, fading out…

"Farewell"

Farewell, brother
I knew thee not.
A prayer of mourn,
I’ll miss thee much.
Rest forever,
Find joy and peace.
Calm thine voice,
You’re in memory.
Fear no longer,
No more chains.
The last grain falls,
That ticks your sleep.
God guide thee,
You’ll hurt no longer.
So long, goodbye,
Maybe we’ll meet.
‘Til then, I love you,
And your words live on.
Fare thee well, my brother,
My tribute to you.
Fare thee well.

"Gun Me Down"

Now! Gun me down,
Love that sound!
See that blood all on the ground!

Feel that pain,
Make me sane!
Watch all of that life go down the drain!

Fill me up,
Pour me out,
Make sure I fall to your bladed doubt!

I want more,
Bring that sore,
Throw me into that deadly pour!

Hear my cry,
Why-why-why?
Can’t you simply just make me die?

Just make me fall,
No more call,
Don’t worry now, I won’t stall.

So, please now.
Gem my crown!
Just please, please, please, gun me down!

"Hate's Rhyme"

The moon hovers in the night sky,
Its beams dancing on the ground below,
Rain falls from Heaven’s high,
Suddenly, a howl of sorrow.

Follow the sound,
Feel the pain,
Lakes fill the ground,
From the falling rain.

See him now,
This creature of night,
Miserable from his fresh-broken vow,
The river of tears blurring his sight.

His love, lost to time forever,
Next to him, a soft whimper of fear,
Ties so strong, sever,
Soft sobs, as he pulls his child near.

His world stripped of dreams,
Because of this sick’ning crime,
Heart tearing at the seams,
And so begins Hate’s Rhyme.

"Hell's Purge"

Dominions of Hell in me unleash,
A venom and demon I can’t reach,
So instead revile in rampage,
And the monsters within enrage, enrage!

Release your wrath on corrupted Earth!
Display the demonic ire-birth,
Realize into the world a dark purge,
Immerse the light in hellion scourge.

Succumb this world to an eclipse of fear,
In their minds a memory forever sear,
A legacy for aeons to be told,
Of how powers even dark may scold.

One lone harbinger of light, cloaked in Hell,
O what, what do his eyes of flame foretell?
An apocalypse of man? An armageddon of time?
Or a rapture for the millennia of crime?

"Human Mathematics"

In our day an age,
We find something quite strange,
What is though?
Do you know, do you know?

Well, let me tell you then,
As surely we are close friends,
It is what we refer to as math,
Its numbers, and symbols, and graphs.

You speak not, yet your eyes inquire,
So I answer your curiosity’s desire,
“Think on it, is it all that it seems?”
Fiction, reality…true or dream?

Why are these simple numbers so complex?
How do they cast this confounding hex?
And that question I can answer as well,
So please, do come whilst I tell.

Math is an entity of times ancient,
Beloved family, yet we estranged it,
For Math brought with it a blessing and curse,
A tangible, divine magic which sent many to their hearse.

Your eyes glint, seeking the magic,
Desiring to know what is so tragic,
And of course, I shall indulge,
The story that only I may divulge.

Math brought to us a grand epiphany,
One that sewed a great cacophony,
A tumult universally disruptive,
Dangerously and rapidly deconstructive.

It gave to us truth, reality,
A drug of great substantiality,
The result the same as all addictions,
A permanently scarring conviction.

It strips us which makes us humane,
Confiding in us methods simply insane,
We are taught simplify, equate, evaluate,
Instead we complicate, complicate, complicate.

And herein lies that very plague,
Freedom from which we plead and beg,
It leaves us deprived and depraved,
Of a purity, an innocence that can no longer be saved.

Again your eyes shine in the mystic,
Contemplating, “Is this force sadistic?”
And so I smile and continue,
“No, Friend, this was not the intended venue.”

Our people were made to desensitize,
Taught to realize, not fantasize,
Bled of our most precious traits,
One which waits, and one which sates.

The first is our unsuppressed emotion,
From which spawns love and devotion,
A trait of immense and supreme strength,
That now treks towards its final breath.

The second, our unique imagination,
The human panacea to all dilapidation,
Replaced by Math’s science of medicine,
Where people scream, “Let us in! Let us in!”

The combination of these divines our humanity,
The imbuement, our feeling and understanding,
But no longer do we possess these,
As we sink deeper into our delicious disease.

We tried to defy an inhuman power,
Although it sought to aid, we now cower,
For we see what knowledge has incited,
A war, to which all powers are invited.

Now your eyes fill with sorrow,
As you look around our crumbling borough,
Tears free as the blinders finally fall,
And you awaken to what will appall.

Now at last you see clearly,
The betrayal of all you held so dearly,
And know the true, the felt value,
Of all the “progress” so shallow.

As I near the awaited close,
I display that which actually shows,
Understand there is no extravaganza,
In the care beheld in the final stanza.

Now I reveal your attitude, masochistic,
“So how does it feel to be a simple statistic?”
The final statement, I speak far more emphatic,
“To know you’re merely a human mathematic?”

"Metamorphosis"

A legacy of numerical naught,
Fraught with clear distraught,
Sighing to the winds of time,
Ashed in the fires of crime.

Fades out from the moment,
Dispersed in the dust torrent,
Wrenched away from the hands of youth,
Stashed ‘way from eyes of sleuth.

Without it, younglings die,
Loss of purpose, they wither and cry,
Seeking replacement for their void,
Of their need now destroyed.

And though their numbers are few,
May have no effect on any of you,
And though their cries soft, reach short,
May collapse to the slightest retort.

You sneer at their weak clutch,
Laugh at the behavior of such,
Revile their simplest request,
Defile their most basic behest.

And there’s no mourn, no sorrow,
No promise of a hoped tomorrow,
Just leave them lying there,
Stripped down into despair.

Avert gaze from their naked form,
Numb soul to their emotion storm,
Ignore their whimpered sobs,
Walk off to your filthy jobs.

Deprive them of dignity,
Design them with duplicity,
Pry out of them the primal,
Feed them fury, and make it final.

Now face your cretin creation,
Drawn in deep desperation,
Children, beastly aberrations,
Of such vicious degradation.

Face scarred with river of tears,
Eyes inflamed with written fears,
Demented out of human sentience,
Into creatures relentless.

And you turn and forget,
Of the demon that you beget,
Once a child innocent and naïve,
Into hellion now besieged.

But remember those gentle eyes,
Sweet smile free of lies,
Warmth of love, and heat of passion,
Before you infused your fatal fashion.

"My Humanity"

I try my best to stay evade,
But it follows like Death’s shade,
Yet what though, do I hide from?
I’ll tell…just come.

It is the most basic human want,
For which we all try and try to flaunt,
And yet very few succeed,
To win…to achieve.

It is Love to whom I am tethered,
To that feeling am fettered,
I find it so enticing a concept,
However, there seems a precept.

No matter how hard I try, I struggle,
I’m left broken and befuddled,
Here to be eternally refused,
Zealot of use and abuse.

I just seek one sign of affection,
A couple minutes of genuine attention,
Someone to hold me close and sigh my name,
Who can free me from years of shame.

It is truly my greatest weakness,
In my quest for humble meekness,
Collapsed by my most human desire,
A deep thirst for that passionate fire.

Someone to fill up all my heart,
A little sweet, and a little tart,
Who melts me to my very core,
And un-ices me forevermore.

Is it so wrong?
Am I too far-gone?
Beyond such strong deservance?
Unworthy of such preservance?

A little love, a little warmth,
A mate here on and here forth,
Is that really so much to ask?
Really so difficult a task?

Just need someone to cuddle me close,
Wash away my feelings so morose,
Like I said, just one small sign,
And commit my heart unto thine.

Ah, but such is life so futile,
With renditions and tricks so subtle,
Provoking such hateful profanity,
What madness, what insanity…

"My Own Poison"

Solicitous, yet so welcome,
A long-time visitor in my house,
Dulling the shine of my “chrome,”
Nothing but a parasitic louse.

It’s okay though, I want you here,
Consume me and capture this body,
Dominate my core made austere,
Rebel the physic and defy immunity.

Let me kneel to this prayer of poison,
Trickle through my throat and cleanse,
Absolve the malaise within,
Purify me of all future then’s.

I’ll gladly walk this course of corrosions,
Submit to the will of burdenous others,
Time elapsed reveals evident erosion,
What now my sisters, my brothers?

The agent now pulses in my veins,
Slowly besieging my heart,
And rapidly my life here wanes,
However, that’s not the worst part.

It’s that you’ll be left with his husk,
Devoid of life yet still a puppet,
A remembrance of the day I walked to dusk,
And left a masochist’s marionette.

"Phantasmal"

Lips brushing softly
Spirit held aloft,
A small sigh of joy,
Love for a lost boy.

Wisp cups his cheek,
Heart meek, eyes seek,
His closened clutch,
To the ghostly touch.

Gently, he clings,
For what it brings,
Sweet apparition,
Silent petition.

Hazed stroke of fang,
A sweet, red tang,
Faint, subtle mark,
Slight and undark.

So fades its trace,
Spirit Love’s face,
And his foggéd mind,
Trapped in the sublime.

Dusting with the mist,
He lays, unkissed,
Cycled shadow sought,
Relapsed without thought.

So the boy closes,
Sedated with his doses,
Sleeping, sleeping,
Forever…dreaming…

"Plague of Society"

A malevolent flurry,
Encased in hellish fury,
Totally terrifying,
Yet sadistically satisfying.

It lies within each of us,
Deadly and destructive, and thus,
When we engage in this fatal epic,
There is no alleviating antiseptic.

This demonic manifestation,
Unique with each demonstration,
Attacks in devastating new forms,
To forever feed the eternal storm.

This circumventive force,
Yields no rendition of remorse,
Merely a presiding hate,
Which no action can abate.

It is the fuel of War,
This dynastic destroyer,
Consuming all in its wake;
Human spirit it shall break.

Humanity, the obedient victim,
Catalyzed by our own sadomasochism,
From which we become the Infinite Paradox,
Whom the master malefactor mocks.

How, though, is this what we have become?
Our own re-complicating conundrum,
And sadly, it is not easy to realize,
That it spawns from what we fantasize.

For it is we who are the shameless leader,
We who are the mindless reader,
The tasteless desecrator,
The hopeless fabricator.

Our forms are the written word,
The spoken sword…
The bleeding bullet,
The garroted gullet…

We are the creation turned vile,
That which will not – cannot – reconcile,
And so, what lies in our impropriety,
Is the very Plague of Society.

"Song of Sorrow"

Crystalline drops of sorrow fall around me,
Tinkling on the foggéd floor of memory,
Puerile essences of the emotions within,
Chiming out a soft and unspoken hymn.

A melodic verse of the inner spirit,
Spun from the drops of eyes tearéd,
Pealing out the tale of his silent soul,
That he himself no longer can show.

Revealing heart of onyx, and soul of diamond,
Mind traipsing through time out and time in,
Ever-composing new harmonies and beauties,
Under the meandering guise of “illuding.”

Then upward glance the eyes of cloud and mist,
A moment’s glimpse ‘way from the encompassing list,
Faint breath of dream and back to the song world,
To once again move where the gemmed notes twirl.

"The Eldest Corruption"

It was spawned in ages ancient,
By those sinned and oath-bound silent,
To inspire a realm of dilapidation,
And so suffer a race emaciation.

But its power laid unforeseen,
For the summoners were left in bloody sheen,
Where it rose to final release,
To on its new world, Hell unleash.

So see the demon now descend,
Upon our human rift where’st attend,
Thus plague us for the eternity to come,
And pass to us mentality, worrisome.

Even now though, we are still failed,
For purity and morals lay curtailed,
As it resides now in our modern time,
Ensuing sin, caressing crime.

It breathes in our generation, sweet taint,
Bleeding the influent legacy of the Saint,
Twisting the minds of our youth,
Enacting in their bodies, behaviors uncouth.

Such is it, its beautiful maleficence,
Bathing in the majestic magnificence,
Oh, the black flavor of world obsidian,
Railed on our one-way ticket to oblivion.

It sighs.
Sweet, sweet chaos…

"The Harbinger"

I seem to have a natural talent,
For throwing into perfect imbalance,
Whenever it is Peace that I am intending,
It is instead Pain that I bring.

These teen years are really quite twisted,
Loves and hates listed, hands always fisted,
It just never seems to be anywhere fair,
In my encompassing and circumventing lair.

The lies, the deceit, the fabrications,
The dies, the defeat, the lacerations,
All constructs of my marvelous little world,
Where all that good and wonderful is furled.

Now mistake me not – my intents aren’t evil,
It’s just that my errors are simply unbelievable,
They start our small, harmless, phantasmal,
Then erupt, catalyze into something quite dismal.

Please understand now what I desire,
I’m not after some infernal fire,
Not going to instigate some tidal wave,
Or even start some typhooned knave.

Though – granted – it usually ends catastrophic,
Going through processes really cataclysmic,
Where some points are stunningly atrophic,
And the end result beyond seismic.

I imagine that all this sounds insane,
To hear deign such maniacal rains,
Fear not, I’m merely residing at Lunatic Fringe,
Yes, I do suppose I am The Harbinger…

- Of all that inhuman madness…

"Two Deaths"

He cries soft,
The child lay in his arms,
Its eyes unmoving, heart unbeating,
He sobs as he looks into its face,
He knows the child – it is his.
The face of the child is his own,
But he is not dead.
He clutches his child close.
Cries in sorrow and anger,
And something else,
Is it loneliness? Emptiness?
Envy, perhaps?
Maybe…but still just another death.
He carries the child, dead.
His spirit fades, wanes.

"Wither"

Somewhere I’ve lost my fire,
Imploded like some ending light,
Once vibrant, now dim and dire,
Caught in a fatal fright.

I feel like a dying star,
Shining with love, burnt too hot,
Now collapsed and many worlds mar,
Fate occurred though not sought.

Like the blossom budded, now furled,
“Beauty” locked away in a bland shell,
Bladed by the emotions it hurled,
And the turmoil inside without quell.

Now a mere corpse among the living,
Appearing animate yet decayed underneath,
Could an angel be saving?
Or shall I find a coffin-sized sheath?

"Romantic Poetry"

"A Midnight Moment"

Your arms hold me warm and safe,
Cuddling and cradling me close,
Whole and tight in your loving embrace,
Blushing as a faint rose.

Fingers brush my cheek, sweet kiss,
Dancing, tracing, trailing,
A gentlest flush of soft lips,
Minds sailing, sailing.

Their hearts rhythming in partner’s time,
Breathing in and sighing out,
Lying, nestled in lover’s rhyme,
Tussling in their tender bout.

A moment’s play, nip and squeal,
Still as dear and innocent,
Bloods rush and loves seal,
In capture of deep moment.

They can look into each other’s eyes,
And gaze into the soul,
They can kiss and seal their lives,
Touch and become whole.

Each bears a shade of maroon,
On their collar, by their neck,
A mark of love that won’t fade soon,
In its own respect.

Sweetest smiles and softest sighs,
Lips brush, eyes closing,
A new joy births and an old fear dies,
Bodies easing, spirits dozing.

Held tightly in each other’s arms,
Blest in deepest sleep,
Embraced in the tenderest of warm,
Where love may safely keep.

"Blazing Love"

A searing tempest of joy,
Of happiness, and people coy,
Where harm is hope,
And to hope is to cope.

A true pyre of indescribable emotion,
In which we imbue our infinite devotion,
For it is a mystifying power,
In which we all try to be showered.

It fills us with warmth and heat,
Races and raises our heartbeat,
Can you feel the deep-burning flame?
Roaring in all of us wild and untame?

An inferno of purest tender,
A flagrance of divine mender,
Reeling, peeling, wheeling,
We’re all feeling, sealing, healing.

The oldest magic of our time,
The greatest inspiration of our rhyme,
Yes, it burns and burns on and on,
Giving to each our personal sun.

What is it though? What is it?
It’s our strongest form of transit,
Free and pure as the airborne dove,
It’s our blazing love!

"Bleed"

Rupture my heart,
And bleed my love.
Bathe in the heat,
And drink of its wine.
Take as ambrosia,
And feed your soul.
Fear not my pulse,
For it will beat.
Let each drop fall,
To quench your need.
Entwine our spirits,
So I may support.
Drain me of blood,
Fill me with yours.
Pulse in my veins,
As I pulse in yours.
Warm me anew,
E’er I love you.
Tender me again,
And truth I’ll send.
Shine as my light,
For thou I’ll fight.
And do not we part,
Entrust to thee my love, my heart.

"Dreams"

Whispered sighs,
Peaceful eyes…
Gentle breaths,
Tender tress…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Bodies resting,
Held close…
Hearts listing,
Tranquil dose…
(These are sweet dreams.)

A sweet kiss,
A moment’s bliss…
Brush of hand,
On purest land…
(These are real dreams.)

A fiery love,
Passioned shove…
Such ecstasy,
Oh, blest is thee…
(These are real dreams.)

Belovéd heart,
Heat not start…
Silent shy,
Together lie…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Lips trace,
Fingers lace…
Loves spoken,
Ice broken…
(These are sweet dreams.)

Blazed drive,
Fire lithe…
Emblazoned mark,
Mate’s hark…
(These are real dreams.)

Hunger sate,
Tendered mate…
Fed the flame,
Lovers tame…
(These are real dreams.)

Loves lasting,
Warm casting…
Feelings deep,
Deepest sleep…
(These are true dreams.)

"First Step"

Staring, locked behind open doors,
Standing, fettered to broken chains,
Daring, reversed the first step,
Handing, gave away the snatch.

Eyes, caught in a Heaven glance,
Soul, frozen in gloried admiration,
Cries, silent in bided frustration,
Tolls, chimed in heartfelt desp’ration.

Fearful, heart begs to the body,
Afraid, shivers run to shackles,
Tearful, body strains ‘gainst all wills,
Forbade, the mind stays the soul.

Falling, humbled in sight of Love,
Dropping, preyed by the gentle nurturer,
Calling, whisked by emotion so strong,
Stopping, wrapped in warmth tender.

Arms, held safely in sweet embrace,
Hearts, stunned into momentary grace,
Charms, his presence relaxed life,
Starts, a long-kindled Love.

Secured, a loner’s heart,
Cradled, a spirit emaciated,
Demured, a body thought lost,
Fabled, Love’s strongest hold.

And thus, he’s carried through the Door,
He lifted and freed from the shackles,
Stepped unto Opportunity’s “forevermore”,
And taken by lover’s tackle.

"Please Me (I'm Sorry)"

It’s just so hard,
To hope someone will regard,
Will look at me and see,
Some deep inner beauty.

I’m sorry I’m confusing,
I’m sorry I’m so difficult,
Sorry for refusing,
Sorry for that result.

Please, just kiss me warm,
Protect me from all that harm,
Wrap me, hold me tight,
Soothe me when I scream at night.

I know it’s not easy,
I do try hard, believe me,
But I’m not good at this yet,
I don’t mean to freak, to fret.

Just lookin’ for a little love,
‘Stead of being looked at from above,
Wanna be melted by that hot touch,
Know I want way too much.

I’ll give back I promise,
Won’t let wrong befall us,
Please wipe my scarred tears away,
I’m so scared and so afraid.

Cradle me when I ‘m a wreck,
Let me cry into your soft neck,
Then brush away all my tears,
Love away all my fears.

I don’t care about gender,
They’re each equal contender,
Only have to love me warm and deep,
Take my heart and nearby keep.

Lay my head over your heart,
Warm me all, every part,
Heat, simmer, and boil my blood,
Join me in the loving flood.

Then rest me ‘gainst your gentle body,
Give me worth – “I’m not so shoddy,”
Fingers running through my hair,
Sleep and wake – you’re still there.

So just…
Please me, kiss me, love me,
Hold me warm and tightly,
Promise I’m yours now and to be,
And I’m so sorry,
But I just want you so lovingly.

"Thoughts of a Boy"

Sitting here,
Thinking about him,
Wondering where he is,
How he’s doing,
If he’s okay,
Love him in so many ways.
Mind his on him a lot.
Wonder if he’ll ever know…

"To Wolf"

Oh, why am I writing this?
For no unseen purpose?
It's just I simply don't know,
Any other way to truly show.

You've spoke and I learned,
You've heard and I yearned,
To find some kind of elegant praise,
To your amazing and simple ways.

I know I'm supposed to be good with words,
Buy my mind shouts like a thousands birds,
So here I am, desperately trying,
To voice without sighing or lying.

It's so much, these ways I feel,
It's been so long, it's so surreal,
But I'll try - I swear!
To put it all right there.

You mean so much, dear God,
Leading me where I thought I'd never trod,
Yet here I stand,
With you telling me that I can.

And here, of course, the words do stop,
So immense my mind might pop,
All I ask is read what's next,
All I ask is simply know this.

I love you so much - I love you infinitely,
I love you sweetly - I love you gently,
I love you fully - I love you dearly,
I love you, I love you...my sweet, tender Wolf.

Nature Poetry

"Early World"

Tempered valley and sun’s light,
Mountain peak and night sky,
Desert sand and heat crystal,
Arctic ice and wind pistol.

Child born of young mother,
Into earth, next his brother,
Breath of life, softest whine,
A new kin to the blood of time.

Star streaks in azure paint,
Moon beams and umbra faint,
Further on the asteroids sail,
Nearer by, the comets trail.

Saplings rising into greater trees,
Standing high and caressing breeze,
Woods growing into glades,
Spawning into sweeter shades.

Water tides, ebbs and flows,
Ice floes, a beauty rose,
Red petal, landing, spinning,
Through it all, swimming, swimming.

And for a moment, cosmic rest,
A universe free of all behest,
A perfect peace, eased and tranquil,
A time and age of things most simple.

"Frozen Memories"

Times long past,
And ways long cast,
People who came and went,
Things received and sent.

But what is it that lingers?
There, on the tips of my fingers?
It is a small flake of snow,
Of ages so very long ago.

What stories it could tell,
Of those good, and those well,
That it may inspire upon us,
Such a feeling as thus.

The tales of a true winter,
Where it flew and sintered,
Mingling with the trees, with ice,
Spreading glee to entice and entice.

Perhaps it roamed across the world,
Swirled and twirled, curled and whirled,
To the farthest reaches of the sky,
Simply to land on a very shy I.

And so what do I find?
What comes to my humble mind?
Why all the stories of this little snowflake,
All the places the wind may take.

And I wonder, and I wonder,
What it must be like to look from down under,
Instead of above, in the friendly clouds,
In the fluffy shrouds.

But I suppose I’ll never know,
Or in entirety ever show,
Some form of complete certainty,
For those free and frozen memories.

"Time"

Time is short,
Short and fluid,
Fluid and infinite,
Infinite and wild,
Wild and free,
Free and powerful,
Powerful and great,
Great and gentle,
Gentle and loving,
Loving and surrounding,
Surrounding and healing,
Time is such.
Such is time.

Haiku

"Seed of Distrust"

The seed of distrust,
Is one more painful, knifing,
Than any faint wound.

"Sequence of Death"

“Death’s Hand”
In the dark, gray mist,
It’s boned fingers writhe and twist,
Where Death’s voice once hissed.

“Death’s Voice”
Calling, calling, soft,
With tempt of quiet, peaced rest,
To the cracked, depressed.

“Death’s Touch”
And so they submit,
To brush of life’s deficit,
Tender and quiet.

“Death’s Pulse”
Gently, the last breath,
Final beat; the pulse of death,
And so leaves; so left.

“Death’s Scythe”
The blade moves to reap,
To lay body and soul deep,
For eternal sleep.

“Funeral Procession”
They cry and blather,
Where the procession gathers,
And mourners fathom.

“Hymn of Grace”
Then a heaven sound,
Coming from the angel race,
Their soft Hymn of Grace.

"Spirit of Earth"

“Pebble”
A small piece of stone,
Sitting among the sands of time,
Loyal to its post.

“Rock”
Standing firm at watch,
Gazing at the passersby,
Silent and alert.

“Boulder”
Sentinel of stone,
Still; motionless guardian,
Always protecting.

“Crag”
Patient exam’ner,
Great gazer of the world,
Tow’ring overseer.

“Mountain”
Strong and loyal guard,
A grand monitor of time,
Touching the heavens.

“Land”
Recording lives, deaths,
Observer of the eons,
Forever watching.

"Spirit of Fire"

“Ember”
A faint ember sparks,
Flickering in the darkness,
Brightening, dimming.

“Flame”
And thus it strengthens,
A warm flame in a cold realm,
Burning warm and soft.

“Fire”
So now it rises,
A force lighting the darkness,
Bright and strong; warm strength.

“Blaze”
It spreads rapidly,
Blazing away cold and fear,
Alighting the night.

“Inferno”
A power unmatched,
Shining of strength and courage,
Searing the darkness.

“Pyre”
Purest of fire,
Lighting dark; heavenly flame,
Warm, tender, pure love.

"Spirit of Water"

“Rain”
Falling tenderly,
Peaceful pattering,
Gentle and soothing.

“River”
Flowing swift and free,
Unabated and uncaged,
Yet tame and serene.

“Lake”
Still, quiet; rippling,
A pool of motionless calm,
Reflective world.

“Oasis”
Stirring with the sands,
Sanctum amidst the chaos,
Hermit of the times.

“Sea”
Powerful currents,
Coursing the heavenly flow,
Ebbing and flowing.

“Ocean”
Servant of moon’s tides,
Transcendent tranquility,
Strength of the eons.

"Writings of Time"

“A Rivered Ocean”
Time wisps, flows, fathoms,
Coursing an endless labyrinth,
Ne’er still, ever tranquil.

“Timely Magic”
It washes over,
Healing, cooling, preparing,
Making a steeled rose.

Lullaby

"Lullaby"

Sleep, sleep, sleep, my little one,
Close your eyes and rest your head,
Dream, dream, dream, my little one,
Of things anew ‘til ‘morrow morn’,
When you wake, you shall find,
A new day, bright with shine.

A Thanks

I just wish to give a small thanks to all my inspirers for my poetry this year, for those who stood by me through my trials and written darkness, and for those who are willing to read the expressions of mine that give view to a more genuine me.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 30.07.2010

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Widmung:
To my faithful readers, who have suffered through the first two years with me. This one I can promise is much better written, and growth is extremely evident. The romantic poems will be dedicated to my dear loves.