~The Drink~

when underneath have we lied so long
the base of the soul where there's no song
but only the tapping of boots stomping drink
the grumbling, the mumbling, the humidity and stink

what drink what drink what drink
the dirt and wine, the boards, the drink

a soul is a house of perverse things
enter the clowns, the magicians and kings
all chug, all glug and brood and swear
groping the dress of a maiden so fair

what drink what drink what drink
the spit and sweat spewed dusty drink

affable stranger tells you a tale
and about his eyes, a face so pale
like underneath is a drowning child
convulsing in sickness like a beast of the wild

what drink what drink what drink
wretched consuming, sickening drink

what drink what drink what drink

the rains and dew, the morning breeze
with the clean smell of lonely seas
and in rough cups of hardened clay
the dry, putrid taste of yesterday

the drink the drink the drink
metal clashes with a clank and a clink
and passes around that terrible drink

This was Great! I feel inspired now!

Thank you so much.

The muse that once was is no more; but oh how much he could find within. Though there would be no glory in such stark rantings, the pleasure cares nothing for how it came to be. And that which is now gone; she can not stop the furocious spirit within from making his mark any way that he can.

This was so touching ... Thank you!

~The End~

I walked softly on the burrial ground
A secret torment always unsaid
A love that glares hard on the heavens
These hungry souls are starved and bled
There were no reasons left to carry
No right, no allowance to carry on
We lowered our eyes to the frail construct
Hope, it is forgotten and gone
I scarcely admit to myself
Nothing feeds a comfort in me
Never knowing the chains that rattle
Until they keep me from a dream
I am long tormented
Into indifference to stay in myself
I do not know a place called home
And often wonder of place called hell
I'll keep until the sirens wake me
I'll hold my fists until you stand before
My tears waiting for the rest to dry
and then I will cry
When I am at long last no longer cared for

Thank you so much. You all are so quick to respond! I really appreciate that!

~The Hollow~

Once I was placed in the hollow
The siren's sound was about me still
As of the nights I calmed the piercing
The quiet of her repose singing shrill

Oh things oh things
What things she'd say
That cause my heart to cry this way
Abandoned senses of all things pure
Forgotten losses for contemptible cure

I grip as if to silence the air
Something unsubstantial that has no give
That if I could cause it life
My resolve should cease its cause to live

And if the air should cease
If I no longer breathe
No there should be no time forlorn
For these loud cries nevermore
If these loud cries are nevermore

A beautiful window to the soul

~Polar~

I only stagger this stony way as the lost soul mate
to winter's foliage upon which I dream these dreams
My visage, a molded descent from the heights of youth
A drone carries my voice to sing harmony
with the winds of the cold day
to be in harmony with the sleeping Earth

I only stagger this frozen way as the weary wanderer
from the beaten roads
My love, the tempest blows through sheer day's cloth
through the tattered dusk veil
and always unseen asunder inside musky night's cloak
She rides like petals on a spring breeze but blackened still

I only stagger this winter wood
as love's loss and a smile's faithful tear
My love is still and no longer in my touch

I only stagger this staggered path
to fall
comfortable in olden dreams
to rest
that this be eternal peace

~No Muse~

For a lost try
and the hand that reached for the prize
Cut to the bone and thrown...Long
Long temptuous cry
For reasons of life
seemingly less meaningful
wanton and cursed
Ussunder and neath the coles left to scream without a voice
Dream without a star in the sky
Blazing the frail solitude with a soul of rage

Light Light Light
Come cool the stark listener
Come rule me for a moment
Take me through the paradox to perverse paradise
Where pain sets out a place for me and my ever laughing mind
Just try...and see
and watch the covers thrown to the other side
The other side of my tomb
When there is no prize
I'll make my mark with the blood of my wound

I had walked this night with you
Something loomed and we took care to gaze
Taking passionate strain
And on through the heartless cry
Touched one another's hand
Did we hold on as long as was allowed
Had we touched through the fiery hearts
To memorize the dimensions of a love
We knew would die

Summer eves and fall morns that look the same
We could lose ourselves in time
Pressing the walls of the dying
Always looming

Time's crashing at the wooden door
This home of heart stolen into the far reaches
Holding each other hard
As the crashing grew louder
Watching the seams tear and the structures break
Lying on the floor breathing every last breath
And it came
The love
So much of me
I died so much

With the fall still past the reaches of what could ever be
Lays the ruins of our home

I met you there Love
Alluding life Love
In three hidden nights for our hearts to rise
For our hearts to fall

Not so long to forget the touch

And this night walking alone
My heart beats heavy and slow
Time wanders a bit
And the night lasts
My heart beats heavy
My heart beats slow

That I can not touch you again

I will always remember
I will always remember your touch
My Love

Absolutely Gorgeous!!!

Thank you so much! It's actually lyrics to a song of mine. I wasn't sure if it translated without music.

Who knows of silence outside
Where shadows run to darkness to hide
To die
Who knows of the chaos inside
Where shadows live forever

Lost dreams
But my love is rising
This, my heart, might burst the seams

Can't you see the gentle one return
Do you see the soft gaze
Head lowered and arms raised
Out in the quiet streets
Out in the rain

Where has the sickness gone
That lays to its weary end
Disallowed to travel
In remaining shadows
In the corner
On the damp stone floor
His last bed
Sired of the torrent of fear
Scarred of the lashings of loss
Hovers o'er my dreams
A bad ghost
But fading, fading, fading

As I light my way through these dreams
In dreams and dreams
And I may dream
Dream, all my love, my dreamers
My heart, my dreamers
Dream

Dream

Thank you! I've been on this site for a while and didn't even know there was a poetry section. :)

as the sunrise
she comes with ephemeral grace
only taken to slow gloom of night
as melancholy as sight
living dusty in the ruins of broken life

I watch her climb upon the base
and stay for spells
that last like long breaths
holding sound for that unrest
of dying slowly unto death

and renewed again like returning melody
a song to sing with new light
and break my heart in trembling case
for a love to crash and solemnly raise
as an angel from the grave
with the piteous soul to save

pouring out the sorrow
just as the minors upon the stave

the stories that told of wanton nights alone
ramble on, ramble on

covet deep dark eyes and scarlet strands
as the battle one falls to stand

summer eves fading to cool winter breath
affirming the life of a love in sonnets of pale death

in the caverns have i played songs of being left
a thief mourning his losses with arrogant breath

the stories that told of wanton nights alone
ramble on, ramble on

midnight
the tempest beats the olden doors
candle light flickers in the darkness
stammering a silent and sad song
I wait, I wait ... I wait

midnight
torrents run on the window pane
screeching like a mind gone bad
rips of the fabric that wears of tears
I wait, I wait ... I wait

so dark
light gives out to the shuttering boards
frightened light trickling through blackness
streams of metallic gray
I wait, I wait ... I wait

sullen
staggered breath wanders a small room
moves the lonely pages by torn edges
old words written cracked and faded
I wait, I wait ... I wait

midnight
quiet eyes drift slowly down
arms locked in for the mad sway
lips push the muttered thoughts
waiting, waiting ... waiting