From out of the darkness
Comes a tantalizing dream,
Causing a longing desire
To repent all of my sins,
For this is a vision to behold.

While there is one star in the sky
There is a wish upon my heart
May the wish be forever true.
The wish that when I die,
To have this vision—
Forevermore.

Person of Sorrow
Part 1

What chap is this which follows thee?
Is he looking to prune thy heart?
He can share all wealth and magic,
And in sorrow and pain not take part.
I shall curse thee, and give my sadness,
To the dark one that avoids the night.
It might be a sin to give up thy soul,
Thy worry nay, non-sinner’s virtue rights.
But let it be those who understand
Thy own heart cast the first stone,
For no man can know thy own heart
When over time the soul is left alone.


And pray tell how does thee like it?
The feeling of denying thy own heart.
Enjoy the bitterness of the treachery,
That the mind plays from the start.
Think about the lost innocence,
That shall never be welcomed back.
And you shall see the reason thy fall,
Fall upon thy knees, as all turns black
For I have constant sorrow upon me,
Brought upon by the ache and pain,
As thy heart’s grace falls along my soul,
Until the Lord is sure thy heart not vain.


Have thee enjoyed thy jealous rage,
That has been placed upon thee?
Do thee like the twisting of thy heart,
When the mind shatters the plea,
Never to let the true feeling be known.
It’s better to die, then live with sorrow,
And the souls constant pain of heart
That stays upon each tomorrow.



Shadow of Sorrow
Part 2

It is true that I wish to prune thy heart,
For thou has let it fall to waste,
I take thee soul and am glad of it.
To be genuine in love one must taste,
The pain and sorrow that rolls inward,
Upon the rejection of all lost.
But the beauty love relinquishes,
When traveling from borne cross,
Is beyond all measures of pain,
Giving immortality to joyous love,
A perpetual bliss befalls thy soul,
Yet, Oh! How thee cried to above.


Never seeing the wondrous gifts,
Of warmth and heavenly delight,
Nor the peace that falls upon thee
In the eternal night’s celestial light.
Have thou never felt the wistful guidance,
Of the shooting star that pierces thy night.
Knowing that upon the heavens wish,
Peace shall be born from thy plight.
Nor shall the brain rule thy heart,
For love is the power thy heart needs,
To survive the pain and constant sorrow,
To beat jealous contempt thy brain breeds.


Without the tender touch of hopeful love,
There is no life to bring the passion home,
Allowing the soul to collapse into the spiraling
Vast wastelands for all eternity to roam.
Is it better to die, with warm tears,
Falling slowly from thy eye?
Or to die without knowing such wealth,
As the reason thy tear should fall?

As the rain begins to fall,
My life comes to an end.
My thoughts are as empty,
As the house I am in.
As the outside light,
Starts its quest for night.
The shadows dance a,
Jig to torment and fright.
As I look down the hallway,
What do you think I should see?
A twisted and evil hand,
With its finger pointed at me.
Before he could accuse,
I run into a darkened room.
With a flash I see my mistake,
Before I heard the boom.
Ensnared! I am trapped,
And my heart starts to race.
I must await my accuser,
Is this fear I will face?
As the lightning sparks the night,
My accuser lets out a shout.
Its strangling and gruesome voice,
Shakes me until I pass out.
In my dreams the accuser is,
Waiting for the right time.
It is almost at the witching hour,
As the clock starts its chime.
I yell at the accuser,
What have I done?
For you to twist my life,
And keep me on the run.

I never bother anyone,
I never talked to a soul.
So why do you follow me,
And treat me as a ghoul?

As my lips start to quiver,
And the tears cascade like rain.
I feel a hitch in my chest,
And it brings a little pain.
My accuser is my conscience,
And for my acts I must atone.
To forget about my life,
That I have lived alone.

On the verge of the end, it is a small consolation
That my heart was still beating.
Oh, how I‘ve wept. I’ve wept until
The night-moon passes the trees –
And then wept again.
The sadden moon no longer cries for me.
With its passion lost to time,
The moon can watch over me during the harvest.
After being a friend in long ago plights,
He can only mark my lonely
Existence as I walk the beach.
The ebbing waters wash along my feet
As the ghost crabs dart away.
There is a hollow in my heart as
I scratch the sand with a broken stick.
The words I scratch remind me
Of lost time, when she was near.

Yes, yes, oh, how I wish time
Regressed until she
Once again rendered by my side.
But how can dreams justify
Passing time or rectify time that is wasted.
Again I cry.
Has it been so long that
My dreams have changed into a fable?
Can I no longer believe?
That was once a daydream did not exist.
Has my heart broken so wide
That my life’s blood no longer
Runs through my veins?
Instead it puddles into a lake,
Which no swan will take refuge.
Although the surface of the lake
Has hardened with time,
The pain and sorrow lie just beneath.
Waiting to find a fracture—
A crack, to pour through.

I wrote poetry in the sand before
The sorrow left my hand – with a shake.
I could hear her laughter
As she ran behind me,
Reading words of love
Before the tides could take
My thoughts, my dreams.
Her laughter, infectious – caught
The ears of children playing
At the beach, and they would
Laugh and run with her.
Her laughter was the flute
Of the Pied Piper –
And how she played.

The only problem with OSU and UM is that they play on the last weekend
of the season. Whom ever losses the game will find themselves out of a
BCS Bowl game. It is quicker to recover from an early loss then a late
loss, and you know one of them is going to lose a game this year.

First off, find out how open he really is to the idea. To do this, tell
him you want to do it in private with just her…even if it is for the
first time or two. You can gauge how open he is by his response. If he
were stuck on being with you, than I would say he is in it for himself
and not just thinking about what you want. You can also put him in your
shoes by asking him to bring another man home with him…even if you do
not wish for another man. This will tell you how open he is about the
whole idea…My friend lost her husband to another woman because of this
issue, so be careful.

I don't see why you can't show it to your wife...
Night is blind and the shadow seeks
A weakened heart of one so meek.
The shadow grows through fear and pain
The meek will survive if not so vain.
Let your heart catch the midnight train
Out of the desert and the cold, dark rain.
Into the darkness your heart should peek.
Otherwise it‘s just an ornamental antique.

Oh, how I should be the one
That ended up with the heart,
The heart of Montague’s son,
The one so long ago depart.

It is a curse that lay upon me,
That builds within my chest.
And for this I will not be free,
No matter how hard I protest.

For it is you that has awaken,
The thing that is my master.
Now my soul has been taken,
Leaving a shell like alabaster.

My master is my undeniable love,
From which this heart will never heal,
I need a wish from the stars above,
To let this awesome love reveal,

That my heart is just for you,
And I can’t control the way
This heart will pay its due,
As I suffer day-by-day.

I will cry with absolute sadness,
Until there is a puddle at my feet,
Without you there is no gladness.
It is the darkness that I will meet,

A darkness that does well to hide,
My tears that fall from jealous fears,
And in my heart I must abide,
No matter how heavy the jeers.

I have done all that I can do,
Except tell dastardly lies,
This is the end of my woo for you,
Until you can acquire Juliet’s eyes.

I welcome darkness my only friend,
It is good to be with you again,
For in my life I have no sleep,
I prey for you my life to keep,
There is bitterness in the sunlit sky,
For in the daylight you can see them die,

There is a pain, which only grows,
Until the graveyard is full of rows,
And in the message it was clear,
She would not last another year.
And in the morning she was absent,
Along with the angels, God had sent.

They took the only flower in my life,
Although she was not my wife.
I loved her more then words could say,
She was the bright spot in my day,
She was someone I called my friend,
And her trust you could not bend.

Come on darkness hold my hand,
Take me away to another land,
To a place where I can be free,
Where I don’t even think of thee.
Unless I wake up and she is there,
With the sunlight bouncing off her hair.

Remember the last time that I kissed her,
Lord, did you know that I would miss her?
Or that I loved her so much,
That I would be lost without her touch?
Yes, I cry when I am alone.
Yes, I die when I am alone.

Thank you for your kind words...I enjoy writing poems, and I like it
when someone else gets something out of them.

How deep her phantom beauty lies,
Beneath her unseen devilish eyes;
Black as night and cold as stone
From within no light has ever shone.

In her smile is the deadliest game,
For her essence cannot be tamed,
A wild creature in the darkened night,
She has no need of a shining knight.

She reflects such grace and power,
And if you’re weak she’s sure to devour
Your living soul, gone in a glimmer
Leaving your heart to stew and simmer.

Be careful of her vixen charm,
To the admirer it does not alarm
Until she comes with a serpents kiss,
As the moonlight reflects off her lips,

Remember these words I speak to you,
For I know it’s making you blue,
From afar you’re sure to admire,
Even have a longing desire,

To set your feature,
To woo this creature.
But once you start it can’t be undone,
You cannot tame what you have not won.

She is beautiful
A goddess to me,
With striking features
That is something to see.

She is an angel
In a floral delight,
A warm summers breeze
In the early moonlight.

She is the emotion
Of laughter and thrill,
With rosy cheeks
And a smile to kill.

She is tender
With a soft cozy heart,
With a sly little smirk
That can tear me apart.

She is a dream
That comes in the night,
Only to be lost
By dawns early light.

She is a sparkle
In the heavens above,
A twinkling gem
That brings me love.

She is the one
That makes me quiver,
Makes my tears
Flow like a river.

She is the shoulder
I need when I cry,
Even when she’s the one
That brought the tear to my eye.

She is my last thought
At the end of the day,
I would not have it
Any other way.