The Lunatic, The Lover, The Poet
The dissention of my pure intention,
followinig the pre-existance of morality,
I have done as few men h... |
| Contemplations Poems | Posted: 02/29/2004 @ 1:53pm |
The Truth Be Known
As I choke on the truths of a thousand dead,
my head transfers the plastic,
that has held my heart toget... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 02/29/2004 @ 1:44pm |
The Advent Of A Hero
To be on my knees,
humbled before I reach,
the council of perfection,
is nothing less than ill-come,
i... |
| Life Poems | Posted: 02/29/2004 @ 1:35pm |
The Day I Dreamt I Was Alive
Note - This work is an abstract dream that I had when my life seemed to be so routine and mediocre.
T... |
| Contemplations Poems | Posted: 02/27/2004 @ 2:25pm |
Waiting On The Left
they turn the guns the wrong way,
oblivious to their ignorance,
as seen through their eyes, I am already... |
| War Poems | Posted: 02/27/2004 @ 2:24pm |
The Arthur Cycle
For all that I’ve done,
I’m ashamed of what I have become,
for what I have become can never be changed,... |
| Other Poems | Posted: 02/24/2004 @ 12:26pm |
The Art Of Languish
Note - This poem is not about wanting to murder someone; it is about a battle within myself and if you co... |
| Hate Poems | Posted: 02/24/2004 @ 12:26pm |
These Are But Mere Words For You To Hear
Betrayal,
the worst of human vengances,
has been forced upon me,
by the one whom my love never ceases,... |
| Fractured Love Poems | Posted: 02/23/2004 @ 5:03pm |
The Hands Of The Ill-begotten
the mere asfixiation of one’s self,
has nothing to be bridled to the fashion of another,
the though is o... |
| Contemplations Poems | Posted: 02/23/2004 @ 2:18pm |
...of Fiends And Angels
Look at me,
I am the martyr,
the blood drips off of my face,
while my hands still can’t move at all,
w... |
| Death Poems | Posted: 02/20/2004 @ 1:51pm |
