read carefully and FEEL the meaning in them..
and the voices of the past can tickle your ears...
Listen amongst the trees, to the tales of wars
long forgotten, and the blood those trees were
forced to drink... but don't forget those who
came to bury their dead, and whose tears
washed the earth clean again....
Listen to the ocean beating out her rage, the
greatest and most powerful of all mystic
creatures. forever trapped in a crumbling cage
that yields not!
Come with me, walk beside me, and let me
show you from whence you came... just gaze
into the pool of my heart...
If you lose yourself, you will at last understand me.
Rogue Poet 11-8-98
Disillusioned,
that's what I was....
I've always heard.
and seen on the movies,
where there is one woman for
every man; one perfect mate.
And upon first glimpse
his whole world shrinks
to just him and her.
The world stops spinning
and all time ceases!
His heart stops beating
and crawls into his throat,
his lungs quit breathing
and he finds himself gasping
as much in awe as for air!
And the smell of her;
now so strong yet sensual.
And he knows life cannot
continue unless she wills it,
so stepping forward he goes
to meet her;
mouth suddenly dry, and mind blank,
yet, somehow, he says something...
she smiles, kinda... laughs
replies...
Her voice!
angel choirs singing,
cherubs ringing bells;
so wonderful,so... perfect!
Now they're floating together
on puffy white clouds;
this must be heaven!
She is his dream, his wish,
his every fantasy!
Now life can really begin!
Been lying to myself believing that!
It is all just an illusion!
And then I saw you...!
Rogue Poet 11-8-98
My Need To Bleed
The blood drips thickly
from the wound,
as soulless blade sears on.
The heat long gone
from within my heart;
the tears dried upon mine eyes.
Love torn asunder
Gives only a soft moan;
for sorrow long ago replaced joy.
And the new man; alone.
Living in a custom hell,
bemoans his pleasure, for life is naught.
So, to prove that I yet live,
the soulless blade rips my flesh;
and with proof of life, I weep!
Rogue Poet 5-28-97
While it is important what our bodies do,
its much more important that our souls stay true
Cause without trust, we can't know love,
can't even feel the heat from above...
I can't explain why my soul's in this cage,
where the walls are made of sorrow and rage...
or why all of a sudden, my world turned dark,
and the lines of pain are now so stark.
But, I can say this world is real...
its an emotional whirlwind that I feel....
This storm of heat and angry rage,
doesn't pass so easily as turning the page,
because its entwined in life's desires...
and can't be seperated by passion's fires!
It is as much me, as my beating heart;
just as the senses are a natural part....
And yet, much more than these can be,
for within my soul, it is a key...
To unlock my mind and let it wander,
seeking a refuge from which to ponder
Why life is filled with so many trials,
each a seperate poison, in its own little vial.
An antidote too, lies within the glass,
directions for use,... this too shall pass!
Just a bone, held
between the paws of yon
watchdog, kept in check
with guilt, a new religion
brings us all to our knees.
Bow down before the new god
this loving betrayal, hatred
Anger rising on wings of fury...
new life promises, trap us in nightmares
give homage to our new queen...
fantasy, a travesty of justice...
If only we could stop time
and stop the insanity
surely then the guilty
could die ....
I hear rain, birds
singing in the trees.
A ghostly lioness
softly pads through
the woods;
death stalking....
Midnight rain
running down my face.
Agile beauty, feline
grace, ... love standing
near. And I alone!
Death walks slowly, softly
on padded feet,
the stealthy thief
uses darkness for gain.
Stoop to steal
the lioness' heart
be ready for the pain.
Feel her teeth biting down,
feel those claws raking
yet know that what's lost
can't be found
whilst the two are love making....
A living hell, existing on this plain
of pain... nothing left but ash and blood
stained clay to meet the eye...
Grand of vision but can't see worth a damn!
didn't see anything for the sight of you...
And now so lost, I can't get there from here.
Damn Texans, heartbreakers all...!
The blood that drips from flesh
recently ripped by dull razor
cannot flow as quickly
as the tears from the clouds
in my eyes... Storm clouds
Line my mind with fire and
lightning... raging words striking
quick as the snake, poison
dripping from exposed fangs,
Rending flesh and crushing bone!
This rage gives so much heat,
so much passion and all for naught.
Because the soul is already dead;
long dispersed... dust unto dust!
Hate is so old, and love false...
what use is there in mere existence?
in memory of a certain Texan...
So much anger, and yet
as sanguine as fear...
Run to me my darling,
and I will cut your throat
with your own lies....
Put your head on my shoulder
and I'll let your severed body fall!
Tears make better mudpies than blood.
The truth for once, is never better
when accustomed to a diet of lies.
Try as you might, I'll take no more pain
from the likes of you...!
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