Poems Of 1996

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	Browse 1/3/96 Walking through the gallery Do you see the pictures? Echoing empty steps Climbing the gallery walls The nameless faces Surround me in the dark Looming shadows of glooming looks The people I never knew, I am alone. In the musky darkness. The air holds a lingering aroma In the center of its breeze. I run with the moonbeams Dancing on the canvas And jumping on my skin. The corridors seem endless Cavernous and long The cement runs wild In the images of false people Their bleak stone eyes, Are the only one’s which stare. Running through the gallery Trying to escape the alive expressions The artist has sweat and bled Dripping all his feeling into it. Those emotions that run So strong into seemingly dead art. They surround me and haunt me. All the intensity swallowing me up. As my breath flows from my lips I hear the breath heaving, Doubling from their lips. The displays are carefully barricaded Sealed so strong that they Cannot truly be seen or known. Pounding on the gallery I want to break out and be free. Get away from this hollow place Full of lost impressions, Escape the knowing eyes. Their blank stares burrow so deep. Its killing me, Their placent view Their godly power Is bringing me nothing. Pounding on the gallery Receives me no refuge. Running through the gallery Speeds it by so very fast. Walking through the gallery Let’s me observe everything well, Even with my life, Being afraid for it’s singularity. I Held You 1/16/96 I held you in my dreams last night And wished they’d all come true You filled my head with sweet delight. And showed me a little clue. You opened up your heart to me And let me listen to its beat. You allowed the love to roam so free. And the rhythms to slowly meet I want to have, this dream forever For the reality is much less great. We never even talk in waking And on my side, not is fate. But my love, your set on taking. I held you in my dreams last night Saw you in the dark. Your eyes were filled with special light. Your lips let out a little spark. We seemed to be the same in it. We seemed to breathe as one. The candle in my head you lit. And became my moons’ great sun. The destiny, it seems so strong, The realness seems so real. But this shall never last so long. For your heart, you let me not feel. I held you in my dreams last night I could feel your skin touch mine. Your face shone clear, brisk and white. Your thoughts were rough yet fine. I gazed deep in your well lit eyes Believed your wonderful little lies. I felt your smooth, soft sweet blue. Your tears I drank, when you cried. I worshipped none, none but you. I know I breathe, with lives unlived But you keep my heart with giving ungiven. I held you in my dreams last night You laid there closed and quiet. You were the splendorous light. I knew then, that I should try it. I opened my heart and let you hear. Wanting to keep you very near. You understood, and held me then. And I was drowned in love. Until it happened when I was awakened from high above. I held you in my dreams last night. And heard an unearthly ode. You held me, held me so tight. And never detoured onto that road. I want to dream this dream forever And never let it end. To feel you loving, blood filled heart. Higher it does my emotions send. Breaking me beautifully all apart. I held you in my dreams last night I watched you quietly sleep. I held back myself with all my might. Not into your head to peep. I watched your hair fall. On the gentle bed. I saw your shadow in the hall. And recounted what you’d said. I held you in my dreams, Last night. Deathe 95 I told them once, That my name was death. And yet they don’t believe me. I gripped them once. With my colorless skin. And though they screamed. They won’t believe me. I breathed their life, Their lasting breathe, And when they were gone They yet did not believe And when I showed them, Their fiery home They looked in awe But, still did not believe. I want to make them really see Exactly what I can make them be. I hold all the power, And cavort all the sorrow. But, they still do not believe. Broken 96 I feel her pain. They held such love But it was brutally slain By nothing above. They were savagely broken apart. Torn and ruined Was their heart. Through all that time, They became one. Delicate pantomime It becomes done. Miles away, They stretched their care Wondering each day, Will love withstand the wear? The unkind knives Ripped down their blood Severing the connection. A salty watery flood. Now they lay bleeding One clearly in sight. The pain is gorgeously feeding The love has taken flight. Day Travels 1/22/96 Hide away, Away from all eyes And discover the place Which is covered with lies Where you can dream And pretend forever. You can make it seem. That it will never end ever. Cover your eyes, Shelter from all. They don’t know you They can’t see through the wall. The barrier you uphold. When your deeply within They need to be told When they can break in. For they possess not The key to that place. The place were you go To watch the world rot. Tie down your feet Don’t show them the way Keep it in yourself. They do not deserve it. And could never enjoy the wealth. So lock them out, Don’t open the door. We don’t need their falseness We need so much more. Cover your ears, And hear not their cries Petulant souls, Begging for the sight. They do not possess such eyes As to see this place. Unfortold beauty Each to their own. All doing their duty, All knowing. Cover your mouth Do not tell them a thing The thought which lets them escape For the secrets have sung. And you mustn’t sing. Once they realize The falsity of their worth. Then they may come And join in our mirth. But until that day, Which will never come We must hide away Hide away in the place. Hide away. The Desolute Visions 1/12/96 The moonbeams tuck her in at night. Gilding her face with their golden light. Her eyes are soft, cool and closed. Her breath is slow, lightly composed. She dreams dreams Which break the seams. In these dreams she sees Golden willow weeping trees. In their branches she can hide And control the shifting of the tide. The moonbeams all have gone The dreams are all over and done. She lays in her gentle feather bed. And remembers what the dreams have said. They told her things she never knew And guaranteed they’d come true. All the prophecies they have told. Were not glittering or shiny with gold. They told of real living And what it lacked in giving. She believes it. And so will be it. Mechanical Killjoy 12/11/95 Innocence? There is no innocence Innocence is only a vector To throw the meager off the scent. Of realism. Or, surrealism Surrealism is an innocence. In which we might warp things And bend them to suit our needs. This world of our dreams We all sleep in a trance of innocent surrealism. Unbeknowst of what we are doing. Not realizing the virtues of our worth. Not seeing the meanings which surround us everyday Pretending in our demented manner. To play the part of others Like works of machinery, clunking And thumping along, identical. And if by chance, one sees the surreal innocence. Then they are cast out and hated. Hated for their realization and Need to show others the beauty of it. Hated. Cast out to breathe the breath of greatness Which the other parts will never taste. Because of their paltry prejudice And deep seeded prejudice against That profound knowledge. A knowledge they’ll never know. A knowledge their afraid to know. It’s Gone 12/26/95 I’m not a part, Of anyones heart No one includes me In the picture they see They’ve all forgotten, what we had. They’ve all forgotten, what we did. Its gone, Flown away on time. Its gone, Drown in the waters of my rhyme. I don’t have a soul To tell my toll. No one listens to what I say No one wants to come and play. My tears stain my face Leaving the slightest trace Of black, A hateful track. Black is what my heart has brought. Feelings were all I sought. I just want a being Who does no fleeing. We will not grow apart. They will not forget. That is all I want to get. Death Clover 2/8/96 It’s midnight Tucked in bed So tight. Snug with the moon Flying overhead. Awakening soon. Walk to the circle Touch the golden sand Hold it in your murdered hand. Round Solomon Pentacle black sun. Covered in woven robe Not beleiving, book of Job. Demons, Spirits, gather close. Listen to this oral dose. I tell thee, Listen to me Its dawn Pine falling on wet feet. Wait, next meet. Amulet hung, Songs been sung. It is over Death clover. All Work and No Play (All Dogs Die Someday) 96 I touched the wall I watched it fall It fell to the floor It wanted more. Breaking down the door Letting me soar. Into the heart That bright little part I knew it then When I saw the gray wren. Bathing in its death pool. Wrapping around the thread spool. Wrapping and drowning No more childish clowning The mason is gone Drunk by the fawn The fawn is so full Its eyes have gone dull Dead and dull. The heart awakes More than love it takes More than love it shows. More than love, it grows. Touch the wall Watch it fall Drop the heart Let it depart Watch the wren, Watch it again. Queen of the ‘B’ People 96 The ferns hide her The flowers guide her Saucers, flying overhead Are they real? Or are they dead? The wood is golden, clear. Holding laughter, Not fear. The B Queen Ruling her kingdom. Dancing through the Theta Waterfalls cresting ice, Isn’t that B so nice? The B Queen So happy. The B Queen We love her So innocent, The B Queen. A cult formed Follow close by Giant insects swarm Dinosaurs in the sky. Gentle to her Their favorite B The B Queen So happy. The B Queen We love her So innocent, The B Queen. Black Smog Heaven 2/6/96 Dark and dreary, Dead of night Come great leery Sacrifice of might. Eyes are absent Rot, decay Soul, hell-bent Do what it may Breathe the dust Cough it in, Mold and must Death and sin. A clockwork turn A soul Dost burn. Change the fire Torch all the mire. Ashes to ashes Dust to dust. Break down the life’s, Great riveting thrust. Soft and black Mark the weary track See the dead lights Far ahead, Remember the said lights, For what they said. Blue and lifeless Spine of moon Continue; be sightless, Rhine of soon. The evil cackles Shame, in all. Placed in shackles Head, in a wall. Dreams of the dead Haunt the still living What’s waiting ahead That’s all but giving. You’re never coming back, You’re ever coming back.	Orb 2/12/96 Can you believe? I heard the uproar I saw the crow soar I watched, as my heart tore. In the sky, I saw four. Came after, so much more. Told a tale, tale of lore. Opened up a hidden door. Suck me under, gaping sore. Filled my eyes, shining glamour. Scraped at my heart core. Letting out the lovely gore. Became a ghostly bore. Can I believe? You watch the red, slowly roar. Down the hands, drinking pour. Wrath of black, what you wore. Place your tongue, on the floor. White sand, beach shore. Watch the ocean, or Search for the deep galore. What has it in store Let out a deadly spore. Rise up the ending score. Forever ending your Remember, everfore. Jack 2/12/96 Peeking around the corner. Holding his hand, Jack little Horner. Taunting, showing a bit. Wanting, glowing in a fit. He holds his head high. Wants the blue sky. Pets the kitten, in his hand. Travels all over the land. I touch his smiling child-like face. Vanquishing all but a kind-like trace. I grab his little, mischievous fingers. And his joyful glee lingers Take him away from all the dirt and rot. Away from the callous spot. Send him in hopes That the poor will leave. But they won’t let him reprieve. Peeking around the corner, Begging, Jack little Horner. Dewdrop Rain, Sunset Pain 96 Teardrops falling, I see you see. Sweet looks calling. Calling to me. Utmost beauty, Nature’s dance. More than duty, Wondrous trance. Lightly sleeping. Induced by dark. Sky still weeping Sadful l lark. The lark flies Awaken now. The sky still cries Mighty brow. The lark never dies, But searches the rain. Killing the lies. Wash them down the drain. Letter To A Friend 2/23/96 I love you, my dear, truly, believe me, I do. Your entrance, into a room, churns my heart. Ultrasonic boom. Smiling, laughing, full of cheer, deep, secret, yes you, my dear. Bestowing happiness, showing internal breakdown. My dear, my love is a shakedown. I love you my dear, truly, believe me, I do. Your eternal life, brushing the candles, fanning their flames, spawning their names. Acid burns, with utmost pleasure. My love for you, opened casket treasure, The flowing way of breath pushing away, thoughts of death. Dreams backing upon your eyes, Dreams, ever consuming my sighs. I love you dear, take this to the heart, and always there, may it start. Remember my devout covet leer, For I truly love you, my dear. Eternal Star Philosophy 2/26/96 Dreams of a time, Of times to come. And where they’ll come from. Holding a breath Lasting beyond death. Forever more will I be afraid, Long after this times been paid. I held you on the second day. Built up on an eternity. I’m afraid of where you’ll play. Worrisome of the catastrophe. I cannot tell this secret, so silent. You may think me a tyrant. I held you on the second song. Anything if not young. This ode belongs to you. Though you’ll never believe it true. No matter what you do. I promise, I love you. That secret, so quiet. I knew I should tell it. For I believe in, your universe within. I don’t want to lose that star. Or make it go away, to far. The dreams of time, Times to come. I know where they come from. And I’ll hold my life in. Until I watch over, all your sin. No matter what you do. I promise to always, Love you. Wrought-Iron Life 2/28/96 Kill me Kill me soon. No one needs me. Man in the moon. Die now Die somehow. Knife in the dark Electrocution spark Swingers’ rope, Injection of mope. Glimmer in the night. No more fright. Death on the stairwell. No, she didn’t farewell. Painful end. Somewhere send. It doesn’t feel It isn’t real. They won’t mind Their so blind. They don’t see Not the real me. They don’t care How badly I tear. They can’t touch The me, as such. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t flatter. All it does is blister. Blister and kill. I Held You2 (Contest) 96 I held you in my dreams last night. And wished they’d all come true. You filled my head with sweet delight. Rough yet fine, thoughts from you. I watched you quietly sleep, Wanting to keep you near. Holding back, not in your mind to peep. I opened my heart, and let you hear. We seemed to be the same in it. We seemed to breathe as one. The candle in my head you lit. And became my moons great sun. You opened up your heart to me, And let me listen to its beat. Allowed the love, to roam so free, And the rhythms to slowly meet. I know I breathe with lives not lived, But you keep my heart, with giving, ungiven. I held you, In my dreams last night. Decades Aura 3/2/96 I put the drug to my lips, Started having fits. A few interesting trips. A thing that sips. Several killer hits Deadly color whips. Listen to the Pips. No attention to your wits. Shake your wasted hips. Do a few cool dips. Listen, as it rips. On the ground, break to bits. I put the drug, to my lips. Next to me, the dog sits. Away, reality slips. Kiss my death. Kiss my breathe. Crying Eyes 2/29/96 Everynight, the same sweetness, Everynight, love with completeness. Waters, calm and blue. Pulling, drowning me into you. I want to hold your breathe in mine. And listen to your golden shine. The stars glow brightly, in the sky. I watch your beauty and start to cry. The truth lies in your sultry smile. You’ll take my life, a little while. I hold your heart, I hold your hand. I need this part, drift like sand. A beach of white. In the night. Your beauty breathes. My love seethes. A sea of dark. You’re a moonlit park. Special, unique, deep. So you make my heart weep. I want to hold your breathe in mine, And listen to your golden shine. The stars glow bright, in the sky. I’ll watch your beauty, and forever cry. Get Over It 3/4/96 Why can’t I just die? Go away forever. Why can’t I stop my cries? Do nothing again, ever. There’s no one here who needs me. There’s no reason left for living. The death, my hate it feeds me. And stops the endless giving. No one on this barren earth, really cares at all. They worrisome, and watch me fall. There is no reason for this plea. Never will they listen to me. Watery Sleep 3/7/96 Eyes, digging deep in flesh Nails biting hard to bone I can’t tell if your with me, Or if I’m all alone. Thoughts brace thoughts, Feelings overlap My minds been wandering lately. Breathe flows in a flood. Sights, been sorely sewn. I can’t tell if your with me, Or if I’m all alone. Eyes dig deep in, Flash of lightning bright. I can’t pass up the feeling, I can’t forget the fright. This forces the minds together. As two of a clone. I can’t tell if your with me, Or if I’m all alone. The confusion blows Across the sea. Blowing the ways, Of you into me. The salt slips by, my watery mind. The fog horns moan and groan. I can’t tell if your with me, Or if I’m all alone. Imagine a world Were it was not true. I could tell if I was me, Tell if I was you. Things wouldn’t seem so real. The wind on the water, Wouldn’t taste so sweet. The thoughts in our heads, Wouldn’t ever meet. I wouldn’t like that, not at all. I wouldn’t be able to, So passionately fall. This is awfully much better. Of what is my own. I love not being able to say. If your with me, Or if I’m all alone. Feeble Steps 95 Compared to perfection You stand alone Your own sacred direction. Bleached pure, like bone. As much as I believe Pieces of yellow, together sewn. May I be naïve? Me in thoughts, do you groan? Truths, innocently said. From my lips, tormented moan. I wish ruefully to be dead. Conceptual delusions From reality, brutally thrown. I make false conclusions. Love Ramble 96 Your in my deepest thoughts, Drowned in my darkest soul. My most secret secrets You know though you don’t know. You hold my heart, in your hands. Though you cannot feel it. I know your name, I know your face What I don’t know, Is most of all. I don’t know your heart. The dips and covets of its chambers. All the things you know of me. I don’t have a clue of you. Tell me the secret Confide in me, all of you I promise I won’t break it. I won’t completely take it. I will though, try. And if you answer no. I will surely cry. Ridicule the Crow Jealously and Gloating Show 3/11/96 The eagles unite in a mob. Distressed little crow Silent crying sob. Mass direction floe Leave the blank unwanted. In its own small place, The mob stands undaunted. Ignoring the raining face. Forget the little crow. He belongs not, Do not go slow. Let yourself be bought. Allow the sunshine through. He will leave soon. He’ll know what to do. Float away on the moon. The tears slide down. Shining blue lake. Upon his brandish crown. The golden happiness, fake. Dig his nose, in the eagles feather. Give up his futile need. Bury him in your perfect weather. To him, your joy, feed. Tease him, Don’t be afraid. Don’t please him, Make him your maid. Zipper Pony 96 I see you through those magic eyes. The dance of truth, maybe lies. I’ll never know, because of fright. Cannot come out of terrible plight. I breathe your love and lie to myself. I breathe your words, hate myself. To make you understand my pain. To bind you in my milk death chain. I need that worth, that you own. I need the love, that you have shown. To be so much, so unattainable. I loathe myself, so unrestrainable. A burning, feasting, charring fire. Chewing on your sweet desire. Sugary candy, small cotton voice. Making me make my choice. And sadness that I can’t explain. Acid burns, burns like rain. I love your way, All day. Roots Of Sorrow 7/11/95 The roots push themselves through unloved soil. Planting themselves deep within the heart. Ripping and clawing their way around my buried pulsing life. The roots feed off my life. My life feeds off the roots. Suddenly the roots pull back; away. Leaving gaping holes in my heart. Where the black life lives. The wounds will heal in time But the scars will still remain. Luciana 5/24/96 A violation of the pure, salt-white mountain. Crest of violence and shining steel. To the better of the feel. To burn with horrid, sacred, rancor desire. And fuel that wasteful, hateful fire. He breathed his breath, onto soft flesh. A plead of oath, a plead of death. Needn’t worry, needn’t care. Blind love fury, charmed brook fair. Captured Soul In A Gazing Jar 7/19/95 Trapped, Transfixed by the glassy image. Above the reflection stands the one. But the cold blue trapped me in, Holding me apart from that one. Indestructible blueness… Kidnapped, Held there by the encoded feelings, Bound by unreal commitment. Fake rapture, false obsession. Desperately, grappling with the knots, Tough knots of binding pain. Murdered, Forever there without life, Contained in the harsh warmness. Rich life, stolen pleasure Blackness engulfs the self. Nevermore to be. Night Sight 2/8/96 We loved, But we never saw. The sight was our two hearts Knowing the rhythm Knowing the beat. Knowing what eachother meant. We cared, Helped when pain was felt. Promised eternal strength. I needed your senses And you needed mine We never touched, We were ever blind. I let you know more of me, Then I let myself. I worried for your heart. I loved for your heart. Though you destroyed me, You thought enough To reconstruct me. The deep sky Stretched over ourselves Engaging us together In thoughts, In feelings. Best, we promised. Forever will we need eachother. Forever will we be eachother. Forever we will know Not what the looks are, But for always, what the hearts are.