Poems

A few poems written by myself, friends, and others.

"AFTERMATH"
-RAX, 1996

...Thought I tear at my eyes...
...Still I see...
...The images seared into my brain...
...The flash of a new born sun...
...The roar of Earth insane...
...The rubble, once a home...
...The man, once a child,
With Hope, dead, in his eyes...
..."Enough!" I scream...
...Yet still I see...
...And my tears mingle with the blood.....

"BLACK FROST"
-RAX 1996

...A swirling gale from the void of Null...
...Icy daggers slashing to the bone...
...Fingers of Frost, groping for my heart...
...I snear, and walk on. A touch of loss...
...For my soul, they can but warm.....

"GO AWAY"
-RAX 1996

...I ask not for Glory, Power, or Fame...
...Don't ask for Pleasure. Don't ask for Pain...
...Ask not for acceptance, nor for a Home...
...Just, go away, and leave me alone.....

"THE DANCE"
-RAX 1996

...Snow swirls beneath my feet...
...No place to go, no one to care...
...Hidden Light shows the Nothing...
...Footsteps echo in the Void...
...Fingers glide acroos my neck...
...Frozen voice whispers in my ear...
..."Come join the Dance." the ice lips pull...
..."Steps Time nor Day shall ever learn"...
...No Light. No Warmth. I give up Hope...
...Join the waltz of Death in Frost...
...And rejoice in brethrens smile.....

"MOVEING ON"
-BloodEye 1996

Hunting, searching, on my Quest.
Little Time. Little Rest.
Deadly trap, 'neath my feet.
Sweat pours down in hydro sheet.
Another Test before my eyes,
Looking past, I see the Prize!
See it all with feirce grin.
One short laugh. I move in.
Dodge, Pause, sudden Dash.
Turn, Leap! Now I'm past.
Golden Glow fills my sight,
Lovely Treasure, full of Light.
Tossed aside like lump of coal.
Challenge I seek, not the Goal.

"TOO FAST"
-BloodEye 1997

Blue is for the Sky above, as I roll along.
Grey is for the Street below, as I sing my song.
Red is for the blood I spilt, when I fell on my pink ass
And felt the Purple pain, for trying to go Too Fast.

"THE LAMP"
-DCU1 1996

Slience stands around me,
Comforting old friend.
Broken quiet, voices unseen, unknown.
And soft heard drone of floresent lamp.
World spins on.
Life lives on.
Sound eternal.
It's getting on my nerves.

"HATE"
-Dur Carak 1997

It's said when you start to care, you start to hurt.
I no longer care, but still I hurt.
I hate. And still I hurt.
"Let them go, I don't care!"
And the blade twists in my gut.
"I hate them. Can't stand to be around them!"
Yet I long for their loathsome pressence.
I hate them.
I don't care about them.
I don't miss them...
Do they miss me?

NIGHT
-Lois Weakley McKay

My Kitten Walk On Velvet Feet
And Makes No Sound At All;
And In The Doorway Nightly Sits
To Watch The Darkness Fall.
I Think He Loves The Lady, Night
And Feels Akin To Her
Whose Footsteps Are As Soft As His
Whose Touch As Soft As Fur.

Through the darkness of futures past,
the magician longs to see,
One chance...out...between two worlds...
Fire...Walk with me...

Around, around the sun we go,
the moon goes 'round the Earth,
We do not die of Death,
we die of vertigo.

COUNTING CROWS
Seven black birds in a tree,
Count them and see what they be,
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret that's never been told.

-SENGAI

There are thing that even the wise fail to do,
While the fool hits the point.
Unexpectly discovering the way
to life in the midsts of death,
He bursts out in hearty laughter.

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
the carriage held but just ourselves
and immortality.

THE WIFE OF LOKI
-Lady Charlotte Elliot

Cursed by the Gods and crowned with shame,
Fell father of a dreful brood,
Whose crimes have filled the heaven with flame
And drenched the earth with blood,

Loki, the fuileful Loki, Stands
Within a rocky mountain-gorge;
Chains gird his body, feet, and hands,
Wrought in no mortal forge.

Coiled on the rock, a mighty snake
Above him, day and night, is hung,
With dull malignant eyes awake,
And poison-dropping tongue.

Drop follows drop in ceaseless flow,
Each falling where the other fell,
To lay upon his blistered brow
The liquid fire of hell.

But lo, beside the howling wretch
A woman stands, devoid of dread,
And one pale arm is seen to stretch
Above his tortured head!

All through the day is lifted up,
And all the weary night-time through,
One patient hand that holds a cup
To catch the poison-dew.

Sometimes the wenom overfills
The cup, and she must pour it forth;
With Loki's curses then the hills
Are rent from South to North.

But she in answer only sighs.
And lays her lips upon his face,
And, with love's anguish in her eyes,
Resumes her constant place.