To take up the pen again, to write out my sorrow and pain,
I’m tired of the emotional stress that has overtaken me,
But I still write while my brain is free.

Dear Friends,
It seems that my very own computer works against me at times,
Twice in this last week it has be able to wreck my rhymes.

The Lost poems were for a new section at my site

Beyond the Visions

I’m watching,
Within the shadows of thought,
Crisscrossing
And touching
Visions that should be for naught,
Mind clutching.

But beyond visionary
Beyond known,
Hordes mental mercenaries
Waiting to revenge a thought,
Shadows grown,
Within the darkening heart.

Grows Nightmares.

Perhaps I’ll be able to reform the lost poems, perhaps not.
But other writings have actually been posted on public boards.
They were at http://bbs.bianca.com/mforums/m/mimi/
In response to the Biki’s sonnet challenge
The first sonnet challenge response

Line 8 Fate, getting stronger

I can’t see the future and never knew,
and never worried about any gain or loss,
that’s what my solitary life will cost.
I thought only as one, never two;
Then in the glimmer of hopeful light
moved outward seeing a changing fate,
unknowing that I’d always be too late
and for me there would be only the night,
the darkness and dismal gathered to me
the sadness and painful crafted my spirit
confined joy in a place I’ll never find it
and unfound I’ll alone can’t set it free.
I can’t see the future and never knew,
But planned by fate, getting stronger as it grew

The second sonnet response

No Peace

Restlessly wandering in body and mind
hopelessly searching still hoping to find,
Sanity retreating as each step is taken,
Violence becomes him and he is forsaken.
Taking the shield and sword of war,
the clanging of steel is his waking sound
as he enters into battle once more
to free the red life to soak into the ground.
From the ramparts flies banners and pipes play
arrows of death whistles along the way,
and a former tree pounds upon the door.
They brace against the steady deadly sound,
and at last the defender pray once more,
There is no peace, this place cannot be found.

I hope that you will go look at the complete works and others efforts
At mini’s Kaleidoscope.

In the No Peace sonnet line 5 Violence becomes him and he is forsaken.
Reminds me of an old poem of mine, so I present it also.

Violence swells,
Like a tidal wave coming,
You feel it
It feels you,
Your heart starts quickly drumming,
It sweeps you
It treats you
To the excitement it holds,
It takes you
And breaks you,
Changes the meek to be bold.
It crushes,
And Violence becomes you.

The Pain becomes my being
Taking thoughts that could have been
Twisting becomes my seeing,
Pain remains my only friend,
Others run and hide away
Slipping off as I’m turning,
Pain is the one that will stay,
Watches a soul that’s burning

Then brooding mood can’t contain,
Spirit burning in darkness
Till there’s none that will remain.
With in pain and loneliness.
Destruction is amusing
Pretty flowers torn apart
What is was now confusing,
Pain and darkness fill the heart.

Gloom September 28, 1998 Originally titled “The Filling Vase”

If you think of someone whom might like these Gloomstones
Either forward them the email you have gotten
And if they wish I will add them, or give them my email,
And I will add them to my list upon request.

If you tire of these Gloomstones Dark and dismal nature
Then write me and I will remove your name.
e-mail pgloom@hotmail.com

Although I don’t mind if you forward my work to others
Please do not post my material on public boards.
Thank you,
Professor Gloom