Divergence Poem

Absalom!
They hold vengeance upon pedestals
Then balk when it is obtained abruptly
Take to our forefathers when harboring mistrust
Take to our Lord God when love must...
Be found
Arabesque, the universality of man and women's unity
What foretold the sight beyond a pale moon?
For within the dreaded, nocturnal flight
Upon that very same moon appeared
A death's head superimposed
Perhaps by high flying hawks or UFOs...
Be that as it may, a storm is coming...
Humming...
Waiting for mankind to choose its course of action
Will they be joining hands or banging on the battle drum?
Or will the simply cease to sum- up and down their fears creep steadily!
Like insects marveling at heavenly berries
None merry or too joyous
To realize these obsessions will destroy us

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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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...