Gone

Your webmistress

* She misses him tonight as she sleeps alone

the warmth of his skin as he stroked her skin

the moistness of his lips as he kissed hers

the softness of his hair as it brushed her face

the sound of his voice as he whispered in her ear

the look in his eyes as he stared into hers

the strenght of his arms as he pulled her close

the smell of his body as the laid nearby

she misses him tonight for he is no more*


Lost

Your webmistress


*She stares into the flame hoping to see what was left of the fire that once was theirs.

Hoping to hear the roars of their long forgotten love.

She closes her eyes knowing there would be darkness

She opens her eyes hoping to see the light.

But still, only darkness.

Darkness boken only by the yellow glow of the flame of a longly candle lit

in hope of seeing a lost love who will never return.*


Still

Your webmistress

*Life has no meaning anymore

I close my eyes and all I see is darkness

When my eyes open, still, only darkness

I feel like I'm walking on a threadmill

Walking too fast and going nowhere

I feel bottled up

Can't move. Can't speak. Can't say a thing

nor scream nor shout

So I close my eyes and again

Darkness

Darkness surrounds me now

I see no color

all is black and white

I feel only pain, lonelyness, disapointment, HATE

The flowers that once blumed in the spring are now dying

Summer never comes

Night has fallen forever

Till I close my eyes to darkness once more never to open them again.*

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Outsider

*His mind swimming in a pool of chaos,

the shattered remains of his tormented life,

adrift in the turblent waters of despair.

Essence shifting in vibrant waves,

consciousness soaring into unforseen heights,

silent rage coming to life.

Serenty within upheaval, revealing an unshead tear.

He bows his head in reverence, to those most vile gods of love.

And screams in defiance.* -(Outsider 9/96)


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*And in the gentle breeze the leaf drifts toward the ground

and settles in the pool of forgotten life at my feet.

With eyes raised to the heavens, I begin to cry.

A blood stained rose is all that remains as a marker for the one I once loved.*-Outsider(1996)


"Yet to be titled"

Your webmistress

*Breathe in the coldness of death

feel the moistness of my touch

the dry brittle touch of the lacking

lacking the blood of life

lacking the breath

needing the warmth of living flesh

longing the feel of coursing blood

but now I am void of life

and it`s too late for me

too late to save my life, my blood, my soul


Come, let me bite down

let our lives mingle together

Let our souls meet

come, lay us down in the bed of death

come, let us sleep in the grip of darkness

come, let our blood flow over our lips

let our lives make one in death


Come, Dark Knight

come, to my chamber

like a stanger in the night

bring the warmth of your body to the chill of my skin

with your kiss bring me peace

I am the tainted wine

I am the life you`ve lost

I am the death you love

bring your lips to mine, pull my body to yours

consume the dark, this sin which we share


Ankh

unknown author

Dressed in death with the symbol of life hanging about your neck I can hardly make myself speak Have you ever ever felt the urge to kiss a stranger? Pushing back, and loving so hard and fast?

I imagine tearing your clothes from you --stripping the death from your body-- and touching soft pale flesh, but instead, I sit here and try to say deep things.

It doesn't happen. Thoughts of kissing and screwing fly through my mind, and I awkwardly reply to anything you say. I write poetry.

Yes I do.

I don't know if I'm any good. You can read some sometime. Why am I talking about this?

There are so many other things I'd rather do with you hide us with a sheet, like a funeral shroud, do those things that wouldn't make your mother proud

(she need never know),

or run my fingers through your hair as I stand there with you on your knees before me, or bind your wrists, and let my lust have you as it will.

My palms sweat, my visions dims, my stomach turns, my heartbeat drums in my ears, the room uncomfortably closes in,

and I wish my passion could prove my private thoughts. I touch your hand, and pretend like I'm not flirting, but I am oh I am.

My fingers burn, but you don't seem to notice the heat. Your lips move...

I listen only to your voice, not what you say.

If only to silence your lips with a kiss, to hold you tenderly in my arms.

My whole life's a fantasy, but my fantasy is far better than reality.

Can you tell my thoughts? Have you ever felt this way?

I touch your ankh for no reason other than to have my hand close to your body.

Golden life hanging from a golden chain, in my mind it's all you wear.

I want to touch you. (Would you bleed for me?)

I'd be gentle--really I would, unless you want it hard.

I would posses you until you begged for me to stop. Perhaps I would then, or perhaps I would take you one last time,

and collapse exhausted when I was through.

Oh yes, it was nice meeting you too. Maybe we can talk again sometime.

I'd like that.

I'd like that.


Oath to lilith

Autor unknown

When first I tasted the fruit of the Trees felt the seeds of Life and Knowledge burn within me I swore that day that I would not turn back.

When first I tasted the flesh of the kill felt the tang of the blood and the crunch of the bones
I swore that day I would not die.

When first I tasted my own blood felt the surge and the stir of my own life on my lips I swore tha day to love myself above all.

When first I tasted the light of the moon felt its glow in my womb and it's wild tenderness I swore that day to walk in night.

When first I tasted the love of a god felt the tearing rise of song and fire I swore on that day to cherish the flesh.

When first I tasted the salt of the sea felt my blood become water as the sky fell behind me I swore that day to descend and to return with wonders.

When first I tasted the love of a child screamed with the joy of the new life and wept for what I had lost and gained, I swore that day to nurture life as I had embraced death before.

I swear by three times three times three That these seven moments shall remain my own And whatever may transpire No god nor man nor beast may take them from me I swear by myself
and my immortality.