This set of poems is the first to earn my award in many years,
here's to you Bill. The Award you have won I will send to you
email tho you must share it as it is the last of the awards ever,
meaning the best. And, since there were only 13 of the Goth Cross,
I have to devise a special one for you. I hope you're patient.
Copyright 2009 Bill whose email appears below. Thanks Bill, hope
to see you in our neighborhood again soon.
-- Shirley
Just one of those
Special Ladies, of all time
But to make my
Sentiment rhyme
All say she is a Lady
Of all seasons and today
Destined to take men
Breath away.
Haiku version;
Shirley
A Woman
For you,
A Lady
For All.
Jona
Young
And the best of youth,
A new answer to the truth
Of love and life.
Her little smile Brings joy
And erases strife,
The world's answer
to tomorrow.
If you wish to email Bill
This one came to me from a dear man far across the frigid sea
of the North Atlantic, I still miss him and oft' wonder if he
shall ever get back in touch again:
It is a dream that I have, that he shall.
Untitled
by © Dark Lynx May 1999
As two ships passing in the night,
So quietly neath the stars soft light;
Our paths cross but now and then
Reaching out, seeking one another again.
We say hello and then we part,
Knowing we've shared a piece of our heart.
Some friendships stay and sadly some go.
My prayers remain steady hoping ours will grow.
I ache when you're hurting,
I cry when you're sad.
Wanting to comfort and hold you so bad.
Know that I'm waiting here, with open arms,
To share all your troubles and relish your charms.
I have nothing to offer but the soul of a friend,
Strong shoulders to lean on that don't easily bend.
I offer these freely with no strings attached,
For in caring and sharing you'll not meet my match.
So on some long and lonely night
When nothing seems to go just right
Close your eyes and think of me,
Under the moon's glow is where I'll be.
Shadows
By Lady Constance
In the darkness I stand
Watching you from a distance.
Hidden by the shadows I cry silent tears.
I long to be with you.
Secure in the embrace of your arms.
With the knowledge that you will love me for all eternity.
I turn from the sight of you
my heart heavy with greif.
My desires overpower my thoughts.
My reality.
I live in a fantasy,
pretending, dreaming
I am not as strong as I pretend to be,
Under my mask I am afraid and alone,
Ashamed of these feelings I walk away
hopeing you will follow.
But you never once noticed me
Standing there
In the shadows.
It is my pleasure to say this poem has won my latest Award of Eloquence, June 1999
Lady Constance
by Vile Angel
Cold.
Stale inside.
Lungs filled with contamination.
Infecting my insides,
making me naseous.
Heart choking with weakened blood,
system dying from disease.
I feel weak...
I feel helpless...
I feel alone.
No one can stop this,
it's not something that can be fixed.
No one can help me...
for they are without souls as well.
How can they heal me,
when they are far sicker than I?
How can they care that I have no life within me,
when they don't know or care that they never did?
No one can help me,
they have no true compassion...
only a self-riteous duplicity.
They don't even care to change.
Silence in my ears...
stillness in my thoughts...
Like a once vibrant metropolis
reduced to an abandoned ghost-town.
A feeling of life once lived...
but no more.
I want to cry out,
but the emotions are no longer there.
Sometimes I feel it so close,
almost alive enough to feel the suffering.
But then it fades,
like a used up pocket of air to a drowning man...
gone,
bringing the silence back like a scream.
It hurts my ears,
my mind and my body reel.
A revolting numbness I feel in the pit of my stomach
and in the depths of my soul.
They say an amputee often feels a severed limb,
phantom pain in a mind that cannot accept it's loss.
Is that what I feel..?
The phantom pain of something that died long ago...
A heart that no longer beats,
a soul that no longer sings
and a body that no longer feels..?
Love I can no longer feel.
I would not live in this mockery of life,
had I the courage and the desire to end it.
But had I that stuff of life,
I would still live
and had I that life,
I would be proud.
I would be alive...
I would be free...
I would be in love.
This piece is also an Award Winner for June, see Vile Angel's Site
and is © Vile Angel 1999
Idle Thoughts
by NightShade
Idle thoughts grasp at me
Like claws of long dead things
I am encased in a cocoon
not safe, not warm.
Here in the dark the pain and panic
engulf me, take me deeper
no relief in sight.
I am a mask to all who know me
a fraud, afraid and weak.
Idle thoughts steal my dreams
Like magic of evil churning nightmares.
I am imprisoned by silken webs
Woven by the spider of self doubt
Here in a place I fear no one will find me
Locked alone, eternity looms,
No salvation from my failure,
Forever sentenced Doom.
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DEAR GOD
BINDED BY THE DROUGHT ~ UNWRITTEN LAW OF LOVE
HAVE MERCY ON ME, FOR I AM A MONSTER OF THE NIGHT
I GRIEVE IN MY CONDITION, AND ALL THAT I HAUNT
THE WORST IS OVER, ALL THE BLOOD HAS DRIED, DEAR LORD.
AND NOBODY HAS DIED TONIGHT, IN MY HANDS.
I CREPT UP SLOW, FROM BENEATH THE STAIRWELL
AND I TRIED HARD NOT TO SWELL
BUT ALL THE DEAD FLOWERS LAY THERE AT A WILT,
AND I JUST SAT THERE AND EMBRACED THEM, DEAR LORD.
MY FACE IS BURNED, BY THAT OF THE SUN.
AND MY CONFIDENCE IS SHATTERED, BY THOSE WHO CANNOT
RELATE.
AND I CHOKE ON MY WORDS EACH DAY.
TRYING HARD TO BRING LIFE TO MY BELIEF AND INTENTION.
DEAR LORD, I MAY BE A MONSTER
BUT INSIDE I AM A BEAUTIFUL GIRL.
I RESIDE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND LAND,
AFRAID OF BURNING DOWN WITH YOUR MAN MADE KIND.
SO DEAR LORD, I STUDY YOUR STEPS,
AND I SEE YOUR PLANS, AND ALL YOUR DISGUISE
WHILE THE WAR TAKES PLACE, I JUST LAY HERE A REST,
I KNOW I WILL BE THE MOTHER, THE FATHER,AND SURLY THE BEAST.
From my most recent Poerty Award Winner:
© Mourning Star 1999
'You Stood Laughing'
by 13
Painful sacrifices on an alter of blood
And the wretxched screamed in agony
blood drenched in an orgy of silence
Whipped into submission, Broken cries
And I stood screaming in defiance
Burning in a bloody rotten hole
My own entrails steaming, Boiling inside
And all the while, You stood laughing
'In The End'
by Slightly Twisted
A friend and fellow poet)
dark hesitant revelations of fear,
lust dripping off my baby pink stiletto flesh.
not ready for the inevitably profane words of yours,
bodies intertwined, ghostly souls mesh.
that's when I reach for my personal vices.
that's when you said I was having a crisis
the sadness in your eye
no one else seemed to notice, but I try
and this doesn't mean a thing?
so what if I fall again again again
all I wanted was to try
so what do you care if I loved you?
so what do I care if you die.
(doesn't mean a thing?)
'Inner Darkness'
by Slightly Twisted
I sleep to forget my loneliness,
Within twisted dreams of pain,
I walk the streets to be alone,
In the black and whispering rain.
I left the light and was forgot,
I accepted darkness in my soul,
I hid in shadows and I sought,
The blackness to make me whole.
Within my body I accepted sin,
For only sin would ease my pains,
My life became deep and dark and black,
As the blood within my veins.
Pale of White And Black of Night
I walked one Night not long ago
Trying to find the path
From which I strayed.
She came to me and sang a song
Pale of white
And black of Night
The night was silent
The sky was black
And my heart felt sad
And Hollow
She came to me and sang a song
Pale of white
And black of Night
Then suddenly a voice I heard
Softly it sang a song of tears
There she stood my Queen of Night
And so a song she sang
She came to me and sang a song
Pale of white
And black of Night.
by Gabriel, ArchAngel of mine Heart
That's all I have so far, but I would gladly welcome yours if you wish to see it here:) Just E-mail them to me and make certain you have them noted with your name or nickname as you wish it to appear here in my world.
Onward..