If I were you,
I’d Slowly back away
and go Back the way
I came.
Wolves can sense Fear,
And You
Are Drenched in it
I Hear it Pulsing in your
Chest
And I can Taste it in
your Mouth
And, Let me tell you,
There is Very little
stopping Me
From Tearing out your
Weak, pale Throat
and Gorging on your
Lying Lungs.
To Me, People like
You
Are Prey.
What am I waiting for
if the only thing I have left
is this empty
Screaming
Fucking head?
What am I waiting for
when the very Land
on which I stand
is Dead
And my thoughts and ideas
have all been Bled?
What am I waiting for
when the Ghosts are closing in
and my bleating Heart has fled?
My Mind has Become
an Animal you see,
One I Fear
and It
Fears Me
Give me a Hold
in this sharp and
cold
wall of Rocks,
something that I can grip
and not
Cut Bleed or Slip
for the Fall
is far
into that
Petrifying Mist
and there is No
Coming back
from that black
Abyss.
Swallowing sadness
I sit in fear
of losing someone i love, so dear
think to the good times we’ve had in the past,
wishing it didn’t go by so fast
is there any way to make this last?
I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.
I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.
I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.
I Open my Eyes. I See the World.
Tigers blood
coursing through its Veins
blocking out any further pain
the growl that makes grown men come to tears
realizing the true face of fear
running would be pointless
screaming proved helpless
face down in the mud
comes the true meaning of tigers blood.
Stranger to me
Stranger to you
When life means nothing
Are you really living
When you live to die
And love has no virtue
Are you alive
When death does not phase you
And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart
Have you a soul
Neither sun nor moon
Or burning wound
You are a still a stranger to me
And I am a stranger to you
On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry, And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold
A glorious Christmas Day
There is a place
where demons run free
And angels hide
And Fear looks at you behind sunken eyes.
It is a place thought to be low
many know of it
but few want to go.
Seven layers said Dante
but i say more
Amaranthine, Glorious, Great, giddy, gore.
Eternal suffering,
Everlasting punishment,
make you wonder if you are even sentient.
A place where you pluck out your eyes to see
but hell can be heaven
if you want it to be.
This is how I felt at a time in my life
A time ridden with fear, sadness and strife
But if you look for love
and you seek it now
this life becomes a bit easier somehow.
Original Poetry 