Black Petals Magazine

"His eyes narrowed as he motioned to a sign which read The Devil's Throat."

From "The Devil's Throat." Which can be read in full at: http://blackpetals.tripod.com/blackpetalsissue49/id9.html

Hound Dawg Magazine

"There will always be, seen or unseen, those thoughts which happenstance...
Makes certain a most haunting requiem." From "Thoughts of the Dead" which can be
read in full at: www.wisdomtwinbooks.weebly.com/hound-dawg-magazine.html
In "Issue 4".

Sick/Poetry/3-14-2010

Sick Children
Sick Parents
Sick Everything worth stealin'
Sick vermon
Sick shadows
Flyin up a cold brick wall on nights so hollow
Howl, sick brood
The muse sets itself beside you
Murky, oh into your ear it tells a murky secret
That halls vanished for thousands of years
Where conniving pees had jeered and leered
Sat sulking behind the grave of myriad generations
"Heed the protestant pest." It whispers
Detest the merciful bounds which crawl up your backs and abscond,
The personal pleasures usered by sharp, jagged measures
To learn and grow
See the hearkened truce sow in the gardens of primrose
Far off the diamond studded hill,
Mornings, evenings, trepid and still
With the grace of an eagle perched upon a limestone window sill...
When day takes a daylong nap and elongates our muse's trap
Oh, trappings of a bottle
Filled with gold ale
Will these sick subjects prevail?
Or fall beyond the pale of the decadent trench?
Stoln' by obsequious grench
Still marching up to jail with their dank, fowl stench
Sick...Sick...Sick...Sick...
Bark the dogs, commands the guardsman,
"Sick!" "Sick!"

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Looks as though I was caught in the Poetic Matrix without knowing it!
Check out my poems and other great poets' works at:
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Skeleton Key

Skeleton Key, oh skeleton key!
Lost somewhere in eternity
I used it to open some doors,
I used it to gain affection
I hopelessly thought that by using it
I could free myself of all aggression
For it was but a skeleton key
That once when I sought
I would no longer have fought
With myself
And, oh it was merely a skeleton key
That kept my vice from destroying me!
And where the keyhole is infringed upon
And the door to a home is broke open
Will only then, the souls of the meek
And those lost which so seek
The skeleton key flee
Into the swirling madness of night
Skeleton key, oh skeleton key
Sheild my weary soul from marshall flights!
Skeleton key, skeleton key
I used ye to find my will away from me
The scoundrel destroying my sanity
And inner sanctity
Skeleton key, oh skeleton key
Let me use ye for one last time
To open the door to the home of my mind
And leave the torrential madness of vast hatred
And disgrace!
Forever
Forever behind

The Dark- Poetry

Where there is light, there is darkness in the shades
And where there is dark, only silence pervades
To those entrapped, entangled in the void...
Where should peace stand?
For only death speaks of it.
And where there is life, death resides in the current
Flowing atop mountainous tidal waves
And where there is death, life is experienced
Beneath the knaves of scathing decadence
To live and die a life-like lie
Is to know all and only these things which haunt us...
Appearing oft and all too ominous...

Stephanie- Poetry

Ode to you
Whose beauty...
Stopped me dead in my tracks
Your goddess aura
Puts the wonderous myths to shame

How God can create
Such a sight so untamed
And I am here...
Wishing to have you
To look into your eyes
And hear your words
For such music absorbs my soul
For I long to truly know and love you

When I felt as though
The impressions scarlet in you turned grey, the vague
Haunt for lust tortured the blue into something untrue

You made me see
More than this world
We will soon leave behind

So ode you you
Whose beauty is
Full and free
Please be mine, fair Stephanie