Gloomstones Vol 2 part 3

To express emotions with words,
These words are as the stones, Gloomstone,
Piling up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.

In the growing Visions section I might place these poems I wrote.

Dreams

Dreams are true
Softly the moonlight shines through
Highlighting
A smiling
Something that dreamers still do,
That I see
Is for me.
A cloud hides the dreamer face,
Gone smiling
And drifting,
To me in this nightmares place,
I retreat
So that two dreams never meet.

Visions Lost

Where are those visions gone to?
The sweet ones,
The dreams of time for just two;
A sharing of caring time,
Simple ones,
The visions not of one mind,
And not of only one heart,
Not just one,
Why didn’t our visions start?

In shadow,
In the valley of all death,
No vision,
Emotion,
Happiness has not a breath,
Lies fallow

Ending Visions

Clouds surround,
Darkening with flash of bright,
Then they sound,
Rolling down,
Hearken the obscuring night,
Covers ground.

Figure lone,
In a trance, a mental dance,
Solitude.

The sun set,
Then opening the clouds wide;
Skies border
Gives water,
There’s nowhere for dry to hide,
All is wet.

Visions gone,
Where they flee he can not see,
Sight eludes.

~ * ~

Now something from the past.

The Rotting Body

It was there,
Over behind the dumpster,
Is it still?

Go look,

I’ll wait here,
I saw when I looked before;
Is it there?

Familiar,
The body was to shadow,
And darkness,
Friends and ways he did follow,
T’was ever closer than light,
Still darkness,
He lived deep into the night.

T’was just a week before him,
Coming near,
Her soft heart had captured him,
Holding dear, love cradled him,
Coming near,
She would soon be wedding him.

Lost in darkness lost to friends,
Ending there,
Someone had his coin to spend,
Taking the pulsing in lunge
Ending there,
Slicing off living with plunge.

They found him,
T’was his wedding day,
And there he lay six days dead.
Part eaten,
Within the pool died blood red,
Maggots in his scalp churning
Rats feasting,
A body fit for burning,
Stench drifts around the alley,
Rats haven,
Aroma of death’s valley.

Bride eyes hide,
Lost in sorrow unending.
He had died.

Given heart,
Spent for ever not ending,
Not just part.

Always black,
Sent once not again sending,
Never back.


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Either forward them the email you have gotten, of give them my email,
And when they request I will add them to my list.

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