Images

Horrible images running

 through my head

Gun shots sounding off

in the distance

I see a blood moon setting

 Awaiting a sunrise

that will never come

Tears fill the land

Cries ring forth

The wailing so

Horrid, I close my ears

To the sound

Putrid flesh I smell

Hangs in the night air

Moaning and weeping

Shrill voices sing out

To a God gone and forgotten

Blood flows like a river

Souls carried away

In the torrent

Lifeless, ghost of youth

Pass away

Horrid images running through

My head

Save them, save them

The walking dead

Too many images castrate

Them from my mind

I see the spirits of the

Lost and forgotten

Gehenna is their home

Images to bare, my hell

So alone

So alone

Sound of Drums

Mythical rhythm warriors dancing, prancing

calling to ancient gods, the beat gets louder

with each beat of the drums

the night creatures circle in wonder of the sound

they howl to the beat as if its speaking in their tongue

Warriors chant calling to brave hearts

lost in battle their ghost answers in the night wind

The drum beats louder and louder drowning out

their cries

A single ember leaps from the fire pit

taking on a new spirit, it dances to the tune of the

sound of the drums leaving a trail of ash in its wake

Sound of drums beat ageless moaning they weep

sadness pounded out with each beat

Universe so vast mystical, illusive, untouchable

Sound of drums brings them closer reaching out a hand holding

mystery in their palm washing away the tears

they dance to the sound of drums a new spirit of hope is born

Looking For Mr. Jones

Loosing myself to you
Oneness
Opinion of others don't matter
Kindness in abundance
Insecurities met with self assure
Never asking for more than given
Gentle persuasion


Focus on only the good
Odium of emotions you erase
Remembrance of empty days


Materialize to haunt
Rushing into a subconscious mind


Jaded perception
Omniscience wisdom
Nude feelings expose
Explosion of corrosive thoughts
Save from self
        Looking for Mr. Jones

Distorted Picture

Desirable to look at every man's dream
Immure in her own world
Secrets held close in her heart
To many let downs
Over shadowed by sorrow
Reality viewed through closed eyes
Tendency to fall under spells 
Essence of spirit dulled by lost of innocence
Decrepitude of an image reflect in a mirror

Presage of her life carried on the wings of a black crow
Interlace with destiny
Circumvent death, she laughed in its face
Tourniquet twisted inside her soul
Ubiquity of her love was felt in the darkness
Remedy of lost youth retouched by the stroke of a paint brush
Erased away an ugly
DISTORTED PICTURE        

Love Takes Me Higher

Love takes me higher
all my heartache is erased
healing is loves power
chasing away darken clouds
out comes the sun to embrace
my spirit, my soul
awakening a flower
that has seen too many
sad days
turning my tears into joy
returning hope I thought
I'd lost forever
I can see the future
where once I didn't
believe I had one
a flower in full bloom
destiny is no longer
a stranger

Widowed Mother (Poem Excerpt from Illusion)

Somewhere in the night lays a shattered heart
singing out for love
The song can't be heard for it lies deep within her soul
She sings of sorrow, of afflictions heaped upon her spirit
She sings of her regrets to many to be numbered
I hear her song, loud as the rolling thunder
A song of a woman betrayed and angered
She sings of the darkness she calls her own
She sings of the man that left her cold
She grieves for a child she was to bear dead in her womb
She sings to God, pleading for salvation
lifting her voice up to the heavens
She sings of the widowed mother
I can hear her, can't you?
I can see her, can't you?
I can feel the anger, the rage
I sense the pain strongly pumping through her veins
Listen, listen and you to can hear
the song that is as strong as the distant thunder
It is the song of the widowed mother

Don't Damn the Damned

Don't damn the damned
Be scared to embrace the situation of their plight
Fear their decisions to run or fight
Give into the shame of their name
Refuse to let society place a label on them
Hide in a hole buried beneath the ground
Curse the color of their skin because

Of it they're not worthy to be loved
Reach out your hand to them
With the swiftness of a serpent they

Strike back
Hold no grudge, the damned are human too
Full of faults and attitudes
Restless and roaming the great vast land
In search of anything that will
Make sense to a meaningless life
Share in their pain empathize as
They struggle to remain sane
In this world of a plastic bubble
Count the hours and not the days
Of their survival
Shout with them their frustration
Level a wall like the Walls of Jericho as they
Fell down
Stomp out hatred
Let the wind blow in love
Confused the damned are
What is all the confusion for?
Trying to understand how wrong 
Makes right and right you
Have to fight for every little thing
There is no justice in a world cold
To them they are damned without being known
What makes them who they are, their strength their weakness
Don't damn the damned tears they cry are real as yours and mine
The pain that's felt when betrayal is a way of life
People sit on pedestals looking down their righteous nose
Where is my sin they ask, but your sin I point out at
Every chance
You'll find no peccadillo in me
I'm pure as the driven snow
Chest puffed out
Pride they climb into bed with each night
But the damned know when they lie down to sleep
And they fall away and dream
Pride is sweet but if there's no one to lying on the other side
Pride is empty as it is revealing
Don't damn the damned their not asking for
Your pity not seeking acceptance, looking for understanding,
Give them the benefit of the doubt
They are more than a face in a lonely crowd
Who might the DAMNED be?
You, me, any one, every one
Don't damn the dammed