Month: February 2000

Darkness

Darkness is the absence of light No faith will bring my fear Anger is a loss of love Regret will not accept. It seems a presence ever slight, to even those so dear lose the strength from above stolen by secrets kept. Most often lost throughout the night At dawn it may appear, The long-awaited […]

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Detoxing from You

How did I let it get there? This I cannot knowWithout breaking intent stare: Learning to let go.Hole renewed, I am not home, Not with you or me.Here I am, again, alone Lost hurt and sappy.I know that I brought me here And now I must go.Leave the old-school brand of fear Let HP now […]

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Can I Shelter

Protection for whom I love, Without resort to push and shove I am filled with burning rage Yet cowardice has set the stageSee the evil hold them backA voice, not subtle, screams, “Attack!” My mind points out: they are sick. My heart beats louder: punch and kick. Is rage hell-sent affliction, Or pacifism my addiction? […]

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Serenity

What the hell, this can’t be right;This peace I surely cannot feel.Serenity does not seem real,But keeps me, still, through the night. When I forget that old lie,The cold, dark fear that holds my heart,Let go, surrender, that’s the start. I feel; I know; what means why. I feel love, but still I fight. It’s […]

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Life Is Beautiful

Having seen a father dieThat his son might live,It is now clear; I must tryThis great gift to give.To share mine with another,A bond now so true,As I’ve shared with a brotherNow I share with you.From this union, there shall spring,Through a sacred dance,A new life, a human being.Now He has a chance.

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Poetry

All are one, but one’s too many;I know this isn’t enough.Life and love ought to be plenty,But what if you call my bluff?These words are cheap, I mass-produceThe lines, I feel each one true.However, to write seems no useI don’t want to bullshit you. Fuck it; I’m tired of this poetry shit any goddamned way.

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Friendships

So many, so shallow, so often, These are the lives we makeTo ease, to scorn, to spite, to soften The pain of each days wake. But these, too, are sure to not suffice If they are so heartless. A longer plot, though it lacks the spice, In truth lights the darkness. Do it right; do […]

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