quietlyi am subtlety and feari'm the words you long to heari'm the end you'll never seei'm the best you'll ever bei'm the sky without the suni'm a moment just beguni'm the truth you'll never knowi'm aflame yet weakly glowyou're the rope to tightly bindyou're the lost i'll never findyou're the surface up aboveyou're the strength to weakly loveyou're the science to my faithyou're the body to my wraithyou're the desert to my seayou're the slave and i am free
thinkseas shifthands holdwings lifthearts coldsky blueblood redwhite liesplay deadsee mestand tallshort breathlong fallso small
humilityyou can hide in plain sightand pretend you’re asleepyou’re just under surfaceand still in too deepand you know you’re a sinnerand still you want moreyour mind is so tiredyour muscles so soreand there isn't much moreto your life than a breathyou began with your birthbut you won't end in deathand i know that you’re scaredbut my son, you are freeand you mean so much morethan the ocean to me
freedom that won't be ignoredlittle blade who lifts and cutswho raises high and worries dustoh softest knifeoh sliver’d feara lofty lifea river clearquietly you raise your edgeand wordlessly my crimes allegefeast, my little weightless burdeneat, consume the gloaming skyne’er forget where you beganand so your birth do not denya throne you seekyet e’er you flya sea divides usyou and i
when what's in comes outstep on the earthand give birth to the sunyou’re so full you could burstand you weren’t meant to lastnow you have to go firstand your eyes see the starsthough they’re faded and weaklike the lies you’re convinced ofbut too scared to speakand you may not be normalbut you know you’re no freaknow look up at the wheelsand forget where you standcome to know that your mindis not tied to the landor the worth that she feelsand the sky takes your handand the wound in you heals
eyes face the fire, backs face the doorin flame-lit hallsin starless nightsthe elders sitand dream of sightsof ancient wondersfrozen lightsthe north has holdas cold as boneher eyes like snowher voice like stoneand time comes onwhen men will foldere too longthe old ones seekgreat futures darkand deeply splitthe currents weakand parts togetherstrangely fitand deeply wrongthen speak they wordsof bitter depthand long rememberedsecrets keptof time when timehimself had sleptand winter hidand fiercely weptthose lightsher tearsthey’re dark tonightthey hide and keeptheir wilting lighto’er head of mountaincloud and homecare not theyfor man or throneand know theywe are each alonevast in voidlike those abovein howling silenceweakly lovebut deep in winterflickers lightthe elder’s firegranting sightbrought you hereby secret guidesthis empty spherethe heart abides
perseus and medusaold chaos spits from her gazethrough night and creeping fogyou stand blind and silentiron still and desperately heldthe worth of you weighed falsein the glittering scales of her eyesher voice a wondrous discordantcalls you brother, free and equalyour brothers lie graven behindand you must find peaceand loyalty worthy of namewhen in strength you kneelthe greatest hoary mountainrose in fire, storm and furyand the deepest river is a swordthat bends and splits the earthbring to hand that selfsame gracebless the one who bows and scrapeswho whispers even as her body fallsand her face is lifted toward heaven
matthew 5:30there are ghosts in our eyesthey’re our own to despisetheir whispers are our crieswe two lonely as oneburn inside a black sunit’s the end we’ve begunand we swim in great seasleaving what we could seizecoughing quiet diseaseand she sees who we arethrough her lens from afarnormal turns to bizarrehere we’re going awayhearing voices that sayyou’re so brave to betray
i look outbrain, blood and bonesun, ocean and stoneremember to livedon’t forget you’re alonedon’t forget that you’re dyingas long as you livedon’t forget to pretendto forget or forgiveand you’re living the dreamjust too bad you’re asleepyou’re unconscious of promisesnot made to keepyou’re just under the surfacebut still in too deepand we change with the seasonswe set like the sunand we end in each momentbefore we’ve begunholding onto your lossesnot knowing you’ve wonand you know i’m no differenti’m selfish and coldand i’m frozen and foldingthrough time til i’m oldthen i’ll lay in the groundand dissolve into dustthen i’ll know where i came fromand i’ll know this was justin order i find myselfancient and freeand so new that the oceanmeans nothing to me
Muriel Mouse s Trick and TreatSay have you ever seenespecially on HalloweenMuriel mouse roasting Pumpkin cornand dreaming of the coming mornas she stares into the candle flamethe casting shadows enlarge her frameand all the demon cats who chased herkeep their distance, pace and starenot sure of what they´re looking atonly sure it´s no darn cat!All at once,it Pops and Cracks!scaredy-cats they raise their backsJump in the air and run awayMuriel laughs and has to sayGood that I was able to hidein this pumpkin right insideHere it´s warm with plenty to eat..Mmmh Popcorn´s ready, what a treat !Poetry by Suzanne karbach
PussycatPointyShinySneakyLazyFangs, claws, ears, tail--so pointy! ShinyFur and eyes; sneaky hunter: lazy brat!
You Don't Understand"It's unbecoming," you say."You look unapproachable! Go change."You tell me that I look unapproachable,But everyone else seems to think I look beautiful.You're the only ones who don't get it.Everyone else seems to like it.I've had even had a teacher tell me she liked it.Why can't you see it?I may have a liking for dark things,But that's no reason to question my spirituality!I'm not part of a cult. I don't worship the enemy.Christ Jesus is the only God for me.I stay away from symbols I know are evil.My intentions should be clear to you, of all people!I may tone down on what I wear on the outside,But you cannot control what I feel and think inside.I know the culture enough to know. I'm not blind.I just wish you would have a more open mind.
A Philtre! A Philtre!A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!Make this mine endto die from want of loveis to make a heart to rend.A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!My pulse threads weakbefore it ever beat fastand naught there is company to keepA philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!The sparkling crystal bluepour me a vile and send me to the starsto bring me a lover, true.A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!There lies my last dying breath.Oh, what shall you do?When this is truly the end of my death!A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!Why do you frown oh, sweet doctor dearest?Won't this cause you delightto know I never drank the vile, sweetest?A philtre! A philtre!One more blasted philtre!I poured it in the brandy you sip every nightBut why does that turn your face such a hue?Surely someone like meCouldn't poison one such as you
DPFF Why is the Rum Always Gone...Everyday I'm such a bum.My companion only being a bottle full of rum.You're the replacement for my mumThanks for being such a chum.Jack Daniel's, for he is always the scum.He's the leftovers of every man's cum.Your affects, they always make me hum.That or take a quick quickie at maxim.But don't let that nudity speak certain volume.Or else it will lead to a risky, risky harem.Don't add men though or that will be a problem.I don't want the entree to be my poor rectum.I guess it's okay if they use the condom.I'm young, I'm dumb, I can always play possum.Thrust in, thrust out, the new born blossom.It has now become my new life custom.They took pictures and all, I'm all over the forum.There filling is now my only daily income.One last hunk, he shot like a magnum.It's force was one that went up to my eardrums.So sad I am that you buzz is always a strict time column.It dissipates, it fades, then I'm back wholesome.Rum, you're always that pure mean sadismWait, why is my
PostedI hung a sign upon my head,"No Solicitors," it read"No perpetrators or facilitators,I'll have mashed potaters instead."
The Red Circle: Mrs. WarrenMrs. WarrenSheltered a tenant from lands far and foreign.If the Warrens hadn’t needed the money,What would have become of this little plot-bunny?
The 'I' in Team is Hidden in the A-HoleIf at first you don't succeed-destroy your competition.Nothing but wasted time comes to he, who waits:that's wisdom that bears repetition.Good things actually comeTo he, who steals them first:that's the real and inconvenient truth.Every good-hearted poor person,who's forgottenfive minutes after they take their dirt-nap,is more than ample proof.And it's true that there may be no I in team,but without me, there's just T&A;and 'team' also spells 'meat'and 'mate' and 'tame'-or take out the m,and drink tea before we eatand after we ate.Your tam fell offwhen you were slammed to the mat,so you'd better call the EMT-What? You've already met?Well, how about that!There really IS only me!And sue unto othersbefore they can screw unto you:get rich the new-fashioned way-that's what all those Ampersand Associatesroadside billboards are telling you to do.Because everyone's a victim-especially the ones you create.The Beatles talked about the love you take & make?To Hell
Why Do I EvenWhy must I alwayswrite of angels and demons?Theological hallways?Death, horror and treason?Would it not makea mighty fine verse:My Oatmeal is Mushy! RakingLeaves is a Curse!There are many unsettlingtopics on which I have discoursedrape, lust, and murderingand those aren't the worst!Why do I write thus?Why, why indeed!These things have been discoursedbeyond well my creed.There must be a reason.Hasn't there, sir?So you find it pleasing?Well, actually, mister!It does make me happyand even what's moreit makes me all sappyto write up some gore!So, take that and shove,I'm a gladdened ol' it!I'd be happy in loveto be horror's new git!
chocolate cakethe earth can shakemy bones can breakbut i'll never give youmy chocolate cake