yeah so I consolidated....sue me








Dance

Music in the hollow
music in the swell
dance a dance of timin
dance to wake the dead
swing me from the stars
swing me on the floor
tell me that you'll dance
tell me i dance well
i'll tell you it's my partner
i'll tell you you move well
sing a verse or two with me
sing a verse of love
watch me smile wide for you
watch me smile true
sit me in the corner
sit with me would you
enjoy the dance we had
enjoy and don't be sad
thank me for the time that was
thank me from your heart





A Story

wind moans soft in waiting
crowd restlessly anticipates
tread of boots from the hall
jingling keys awake
cold steel turns in the lock
the preacherman awaits
a few words to ease
one last walk i take
in the courtyard fate awaits
six steps to raise me high
no last words to say
darkness as the hood is placed
now only the noose remains
lever's pulled and night descends
creaking of the hangman's rope
gently as I sway





Dark



dark
is the path i walk
cold
is the air i breathe
sharp
are the words of hate
heavy
is the load i bear
shame
is the claok i wear
dark,cold,sharp heavy shame
darkens my every dream
freezes my every thought
sharpens my every need
weighs on my every deed
cruel
are the wounds that bleed
damning
the judgements of me
leaden
are the skies above
mocking
are the things I seek
laughter
is the thanks i recieve
cruel,damning,leaden mocking laughter
pain my only friend
punitive my reward
heavy my every thought
derision my applause
light
is the touch love
lost
is a soul alone
bitter
is the drink of life
sad
is a story told
dream
is a faded scene
light,lost,bitter sad dream
soft my lonely sighs
spent my energies
stinging my tears fall
sorrow my daily meal
a long dark lonely road is all that faces me







The Weaver



keen as a razor
it has run me through
'tween gaps in armor
to pierce my heart

wielded by one untrue
with skill of surgeon
and craftsmans eye
you wove the web of lies


with cold, dead smile
you twisted the blade
and danced the puppet
to the tune you played

with song then done
you cut the strings
and sighed, sated smile
for what you'd done

one more dead husk
in the web you wove
one more devoured soul
to sate your lust


and still, you spin
your web of lies
to decieve,to justify
to hide your sin


as fickle as fate
in an autumn wind
your story, your hunt
will they never end


spin as you will
and weave your webs
only to entrap yourself
in your gossamer thread







The Horseman's Wyrd



tearing at this heart o mine
claws of razored steel
bleeding out my lifes blood
upon a blackened field

laughter in the background as
poisoned clowns dance with glee
smiles revealing dripping fangs
as they rend what's left o me

scattered 'cross the killing field
starbright shreds of love
fading in the darkness as
the Horseman descends from above

wicked, gleaming scythe of lore
pierces my torn heart as
the Horseman speaks my wyrd
never with rended soul, love shalt thou seek







The Price



in the waking moment
as revelation hits
all your dreams and plans
are just a pile of sh*t

the failure of the conscious mind
to cope with everyday
drives away all sanity
and in the end you'll pay

you dreamt a dream of everything
that shattered just like glass
the tinkling of the falling scenes
sounds out "kiss my as*"

when everything you wanted
and thought you had at last
trickles through your fingers
the dreams fade so fast

as you plan your little plan
and dream your big dreams
remember all the roadwork Man
just isn't what it seems

the pain and sorrows linger
like a knife wound in your back
it's just the price we pay in life
to keep us in the black






Anew



And now the morn has come
All aglow for me and you
The birds awake in Sol's soft glow
The world is bright and new
Another dance to life's melody
Another chance to start again
In a new day's golden glow







The Willow Weeps



Oh how softly the willow weeps
When no longer can it's roots reach
The waters of love that run so deep

Oh how softly the wind doth sigh
As through withering leaves it blows
On limbs that no longer reach so high

Oh how the woodsmans axe doth sing
As the heart grows dry with passing time
Till all love is ash in the fires ring







The Field



In a field of brokens dreams
I wander lost inside of me
I see the faded memories
Their twisted visage mocking me

In a field of broken dreams
I wander lost inside of me
I spy a patch of unbroken green
It's lush life calling me

In a field of broken dreams
I wander lost in search of me
In the heart of growing green
There blooms a new dream for me





The Answer




can it be true
what has been said
of captured hearts
and drowning pools
and those who see
the trancing light
that guides them
on to you and joy
ever bringing smiles
and longings for
another dose of you
from what i have seen
i must say that
all is true
for i have looked
and cannot bring
my eyes to look away





Need


how to say what is to be
my wanton need to feel from you
your sweet lips on mine
to lose myself in your embrace
at days end as we lay entwined
your hot breath upon my skin
stoking the flames of my desire
to suffer but a taste of you
would be a pleasure so divine





The Phrase


each day that comes and goes
finds it harder not to say
every parting as our time ends
finds me closer to the phrase
every soft sounding of your voice
finds me futher in a daze
every thought I have of you
finds me wanting you to stay
each time we say goodbye
finds me trying not to say......
I love you





Opportunity



good things come to all my friend
but can we recognize them
we tend in fear and insecurity
to over analalyze them

when what should be done
is seldom what we do
take the gift bestowed my friend
and run with it till the end

for how many times can opportunity
come calling at your door
to have it hemmed and hawed over
before it comes no more

so next time you hear that rapping
open your door and let it in
accept the good that comes your way
given by fate with a smile





Place


once there was a place all mine
i could go to for escape
for a time forgetting
the troubles i could not out pace

to hide from fear and responsibility
becoming a child for a time
and play the games i out grew
as adulthood staked it's claim

but as all things we once knew
it changed as time went by
subtle alterations hid it from my eyes
as i looked to return to that place i once knew

Okay, I’ve decided I never really gave your poems the justice they deserve. I think because we put so much of ourselves into what we write, it’s almost an honor to see it from another’s view, to see how someone interprets them. So, I’m going to tell you how I really feel about your writing my dear HangedMan:

Dance: This poem may seem upbeat, a little light-hearted at first, but it leaves me with a sad, empty feeling at the end. Keeps me wondering why the dance had to end. The imagery in it is great though, (swing me from the stars/swing me on the floor), and I’d have to say those are my favorite lines along with (watch me smile wide for you/watch me smile true). I get the impression that this about a relationship, started strong and fast, whisked you off your feet, and comes to an amicable end into friendship. Just my opinion though.

A Story: I think I read this one 10 times over when I first saw it I was in such admiration. You really took me down those last steps to the HangedMan’s destiny. My favorite line out of this one is actually that last one, where you chose to put a soft twist into such a brutal act.

Dark: I just want to give you a hug after that. To let us in and show us the anguish that weighs on your soul is to say the least, brave and open…the open window to a human being when they are feeling at their lowest. I particularly liked the layout of this one. It’s writing that shows a lot of forethought and effort.

The Weaver: (with cold, dead smile/ you twisted the blade/ and danced the puppet/ to the tune you played) WOW…I don’t know who this is about, but I know I’d never want to give them the time of day after this “verbal lashing”. Your wordage keeps me riveted, drawn to your message, painting me into the picture you’re drawing.

The Horseman’s Wyrd: I picture a man, on his knees, in a barren field; the clouds are dark and the sky and field painted midnight and black, the way dusk brings in. He’s in tattered clothes, sliced straight through, with blood soaking its edges. Stained cheeks with blood tears, looking heavenward, waiting for some glimmer of a sign. A hint of madness shows in his eyes as he has a revelation that one will never come…

The Price: This is the first poem I’ve ever read of yours. I remember thinking that you were disappointed in life and what it has brought you. I remember thinking that I wanted to get into the head of a man who could write such depressing things, and still leave me in awe over the “beauty” of the words.

Anew: No more beautiful words could be said about a new beginning.

The Willow Weeps: This one leaves me heartbroken. Just like the willow which stands for melancholy, you suffer in love too.

The Field: I love this one because it shows your turning point. Where your broken heart starts to mend and believe again (in the heart of growing green/ there blooms a new dream for me).

The Answer: I was breathless after reading this one. A love poem cannot be matched to this…well, except for one, and you wrote that one too…lol. But geez Hanged, I cannot pick one line, one thing I like about this one best. You could woo the pants of Mother Teresa with this if she were still alive.

Need: Is it getting hot in here?

The Phrase: This one left me speechless before and it still does.

Opportunity: I like the message this poem portrays…carpe diem. Take the opportunities and don’t question it, just enjoy.

Place: This is so true for everyone. It’s the old adage “you can never go home again”. I like the way you express it.



You have a great gift with words Hanged. Please don’t stop writing. The world will be at a loss without your thoughts.

can't decide which one I like more...all are so beautifully written!

Damn JB....thank you for the review. Exactly what I was looking for. Glad you enjoyed them.


Thanks Chelle i am glad you like them. Oh and thank you.

The Broken Man



The Broken Man


Howdy folks!
step right up!
come see the broken man!

step inside!
it's just two-bits!
come see his tears drops fall!

sorry ma'am!
no kids allowed!
it's just to sad to see!

right this way!
just step inside!
his pains on display for all to see!

gather round!
listen close!
you'll hear the breaking of his heart!

thank you folks!
hope you enjoyed the show!
coma again and bring a friend!

we'll be here!
three shows a day!
for the rest of his sad life!

The Gathering Divine



Sitting in the darkness
of the gathering divine
whiling away the hours
recalling all i left behind

mocked by wraiths of memories
that have slipped from my grasp
trying to piece together
the puzzles of my past

Retracing every step I took
to find where i went wrong
hoping for a second chance
to take the path untrod

i find that i am following
the last pinpoint of light
shining in thedarkness
of descending eternal night

past thewraithsof yesterday
a new puzzle taking shape
showing all the broken dreams
and the choices that i made

twas not a broken road i walked
but a path that led me here
to peer beyond the the blinding light
and catch a glimpse of you

to gaze into your liquid depths
and lose myself in you
finding after all this time
someone to call my own

someones hand to hold
and lead me down the path
out of the darkness
of the gathering divine

(((( Hanged )))))

Once again I am in awe of your soul my friend ... I have come to see, learn and feel a side of you that so amaze's me,,, Hugs to you

A Cup of Bitter Woe





here i sit all alone upon my throne of bone
stuck again in a hell i created on my own
listening to the suffering screams
of another lost soul's painful end
no longer does the suffering sate
my hunger, nor fill my empty soul
so bring to me another cup of woe
and let me drink it's bitter brew
and quench my burning hate
if but for a moment til i rend yet again
the wings from upon an angels back
in joyful glee to see her pained expression
awed in shock to find she is abandoned
her faith fueling the sulphurous fires
the pitiful wailing feeding my minions
still i sit upon my throne of twisted bone
in the midst of my own hellish fate
one more cup of bittered woe to drink
another tortured soul thrown to feed my hate

Butterfly



i came upon a field of green
filled with wildflowers
fluttering among the blooms
a single butterfly
multi colored facetings
as sunlight danced upon it's wings
it led me on a merry chase
over hills and through the vales
ever elusive, evading me
til i could chase no more
upon the 'morrow i'd return
armed with a silken net
the chase resumed in earnest
but no closer could i get
til the day i laid my net
upon the greening ground
and paid no heed to beauties wings
allowing it to come to me
with the softness of a kiss
it lit upon my hand
everyday i now awake
to my precious butterfly

just beautiful hun!!You are a very talented writer....it's an honor to read your words.

Just awesome pieces hangedman...my faves are A story & Butterfly,...beautifully written

The Broken Man: REALLY like this one...I like the mocking tone of it..it expresses the way people can't seem to get enough of seeing other people's misery. Sad how some people tend to make an event out of other's lives...guess that's why soap operas are so popular.

The Gathering Divine: It’s the Price meets Anew…where your realize that where you thought you were disappointed with life, had it not happened like it had, you wouldn’t be looking at the new beginning that’s currently in front of you, and you seem to be grateful for it now…JMO. Love the wordage on this. You use adjectives like a painter uses a brush, placing each one with just the right steady, careful stroke.

A Cup of Bitter Woe: I can't say enough how much I like this. It reminds me of something you might see in Shakespeare, the dark edginess to it...this one's right up my alley.

Butterfly: Ellusive little things those butterflies...but oh so worth the catch! This is absolutely beautiful. Oh but to instill myself in your thoughts and reside there, I’d never grow bored.

Thank you all for the kind words. Glad you enjoyed them.

JB, thanks for the in depth reviews. Love them.

A Treatise on an Unending Cycle



a hunt began in bloodlust
to sate a never ending hunger
brought to all involed in love
a rather horrid ending
broken hearts and shattered lives
and dreams abruptly ending
children torn from loving arms
with wounds never mending
pride accelerates a festering
and leads to souls poisoning
feeding squirming maggots
and breeding future tears
for an ever perpetuating
state of self inflicting
cannabalistic feasting
leading to an overload of
of sadness never ending

You are so descriptive in everything you write, it’s not hard to lose yourself in the picture. Another great one Hanged.

I stand up and applaud you,,, most awesome write indeed,,,

hey Mom, did you notice Butterfly?? One of my favorites....

ohhhhhh Jelly yes,,, A beautiful piece,, I have sat back and re-read all of them a couple of times and Still i can not come up with a favorite,,, Me thinks our friend here has an incredible talent,,, writes with love in his heart and wisdom in his soul,,,,,

Awwwwww....Thank you. You two are to kind.