My Poetry

Back to main page. Well, here they are, the ramblings of a mad man. Namely myself. Anyways if you want to contact me for any reason my e-mail is dralla@hotmail.com. Hope you enjoy the poetry and thanks for coming to my site.

Standing Alone

I stand alone against the endless wave,
Foe after foe fall, but I am only one man,
My enemies grow smarter, they attack in groups,
Their hatred drives them, my pity weakens me,
For even as I slaughter them, I pity them,
Their sole existence, to pillage and destroy,
Their beautiful faces marred with rage,
I could love many of them, if they were not my foes,
And as the last one falls, I scream in memory,
Of an extinct race, destroyed by my hand,
I realize that I am one of them,
I had truly pitied myself and my people,
At that moment, I swore revenge for my fallen kin,
And as the first of my people fall before the blade,
I sense that this right and that now,
I truly stand alone.

True Perceptions

The lights circle their prey,
They feast upon tasty flesh
The darkness is safety
The sun is a mortal wound
Thirst for ambrosia, The liquid of life
Need for destruction, My driving force
I sense my enemy approaching
I see he grows stronger
I prepare myself to die again
Only to be reborn
Existence is boredom
I desire obliteration
In the blackness, there is safety
In the white, only death

Blooming

Skeletal hand beckons me forward into the light
With black rose clenched between bone fingers
The eternal mocking grin greets my presence
Grandiose pupils stare at, past and through me
Rotting robes suggest high station in human realms
A silver blade threatens all who oppose his black rule
Insane laughter and hideous thoughts echoes inside the skull
Unholy flames dance madly around his smooth brow
Stench of decay invades nostrils and razes the senses
With cracking protests he rise and I kneel
The sword glides free and catches a ray of light
Gleaming, my death hangs suspended in the air
The rose falls forgotten at his feet, petals bleeding
And then shrieking sunlight floods the chamber
The sword falls separating head from neck
Even as ancient bones disintegrate into gray ash
The rose remains, feasting on blood and ash alike
Thorns grow with liquid quivering at the tips
The bloom unfurls revealing a rich darkness
The flower seems to absorb the light
As swiftly as it appeared, the sun vanishes
And truth is revealed at last, the rose is all

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Life is pointless delusion
Forever demented retardation,
Emptiness echoes inside,
Horrific hollowness repeats,
Pointless delusions surround,
Like standing in a triangle of mirrors

Every flaw is infinite,
Every imperfection forever mine,
Emotions are taught to us,
Anger is really blue,
Blue is eternal rage,
Intelligence has no measure,
Insults have no meaning,
Meaning is found only in scars

Jumping

Always try to please
But somehow always fail
The bar is too high you see
can't overcome this obstacle

You nag me on and on
Your voice grates on my nerves
Constantly pestering until
I beg to be struck down

Searing hatred fills me,
Drives me to taking up the knife
Your screams, the sweetest music to my ears
Your blood, the finest wine on my lips

Finally overcame the obstacle
You have fallen before my hands
Yet still the black blade thirsts
Singing softly of blood and wine

I have a new master now
The knife, it tells me so
It chants my name with seductive tones
And slowly devours my very soul

So now I burn in fiery hell
And I realize it is an endless cycle
Life death follow each other like two spokes in a wheel
I know this because you see, the devil, he told me so

Passion

I made love to a man of ice,
Cold and clear with empty blue eyes,
Yet still I hugged him close and loved him dear,
Till the heat of my passion reduced him to nothing.

I made love to a man of ash,
Frail dark skin and hazlenut eyes,
His tears so soft and his hair so coarse,
Till the force of my passion blew him apart.

I made love to a man of air,
Shining wet hair and eyes like dawn,
All whispers and promises and sweet nothings,
Till the hunger of my passion swallowed him whole.

I made love to a man of mud,
Glowing skin and soft green eyes,
So clinging and needy and covered in filth,
Till the fear of my passion drove him away.

So now I stand alone in an ocean of men,
Bleached blonde hair and plain brown eyes,
Seeing the world through blue coloured glasses,
Till the need of passion sends me hunting again.

Cycle of Sexuality

Dance
The uncertain invitation and the grateful acceptance,
Awkward fumblings and long forgotten positions,
The scent of sweat and the shouted whisper,
The beat slows and bodies draw closer,
Dance

Flirt
Eye meets eye before gazes slip,
Brushing of bodies and the easy smile,
Giggling innuendo and a knowing grin,
Hand grabs hand and lips finally meet,
Flirt

Lust
A thigh's curve and a swimmer's build,
Exploring hands and demanding kisses,
Raging hormones and rising passions,
Clothing falls forgotten on the floor,
Lust

Sex
Gasping sighs and buiding tempertures,
Tongues flicker and taste unmarked flesh,
Nerves scream as pure sensation explodes,
Into a long drawn out shuddering death,
Sex

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