I can see a light
the light is my salvation
the light is all I strive to be.

I write to inspire this beauty,
This light.
But deep inside there's a horror,
A horror of hope mislead and,
Dreams destroyed.

I walk to the edge and jump,
Reaching out for my long lost hope.
The light has abandoned me.

I'm forever in the dark
with things that reach for me,
with searching and prying fingers.
Hate brought me here,
Hate extingushed my light.
Hate of your religion and faith.
But through the hate a dark light will shine.
A new hope, a new beauty,
Away from these prying fingers.

Here I wait for my hate to become strong.
I will return through death, and destruction.
Await me for I return...

thank you for that
and i will try and write some more

Don't worry, be happy!

As the stars fall from the sky
And the trees begin to die,
Some people look up to the ceiling
And wonder,
"What happened?
The world was bright and perfect
And our hearts were pure.
But now the sky is falling -
We're doomed for sure."

As the fish are slowly drowning
And the governments are clowning,
I look up at the night sky
And quietly wonder,
"Why?
If we cannot change a sinlge thing,
And our planet is surely doomed,
We should take our materials goodies
And them ourselves cocoon."

Don't worry, be happy!
If the world is going to end;
As you keep of saying,
There's nothing we can mend.

Dark Lullaby for a Sweet Baby

Dark Lullaby for a Sweet Baby -
The shadows are her light.
Babe that falls with no arms to catch,
Stolen wild into the night.

Whirlpool eyes, torrent of lies,
Believing in a fake;
Kiss goodnight, a poison bite,
No mother but a snake.

Is there Death after Life?
Riddler plays his fife.
A song is sung -
"Tranquill Illusions,
Kind Sweet Nothings
All wrapped up in a bow.
Sweet Baby's Dark Lullaby,
Sung by the hand that sinks the boat."

And in the silver gossamer blessing of moonlight they danced, smiling and happy, free from the world.
And into the water the stars had jumped, to tell tales and sing and dance and revel in freedom.
Around the clearing green guards watched in wonder, moving their feet out of the way, retracting roots that had taken years to grow, all on the whim of watching them dance.
In all the twirling, wings unfurling, a sliver of gold, mere sympathetic trinket, slipped from her neck and was forgotten in the leaves.
As her life was spelled out in the footsteps, and would end when the dance did, so his was only thought of. Sturdy, solid, as real as smoke, her was but a wish, the step of his feet only the birth of thought that led to him. He dressed in real illusion, her in dreams of a forgotten day, both knew how she was being caught and ensnared. And neither cared.


Shown the world, so many things, life itself had given her wings.
Cradling the moon in feathers fair, she loved him still as her burned her hair.
Reaching up with arms so bright high into the dazzling night, her existence was over, her life began, and turning from him she ran, she ran.
And holding her body, he let her go. Never again was she to know that he had loved her, for a dance.
But a dance is the length of eternal shame, never again would she feel pain.
He'd given his hopes, his dreams, his force to let her river run it's course.
Heaven he'd see but never again, not until he picked up his pen to write love letters from him to her, muse contact while dressed in fur.
And lilies on her grave he'd leave, along with letters to show he'd thieved.
Her heart from the world, he had wanted this; all it took was a single kiss. Then she was his, and once they'd danced, never looked back, not even glanced at the place she'd left.

He laid her down, his heart bereft, her hollow empty shell he left. For she was free and happy and warm, she had drifted away from all the storms.


And in the silver gossamer blessing of moonlight, they'd loved and lived and left. She had ascended - was now a star. He was the one who'd reached so far.

"You are doomed, you do know that,
so long as you carry on this pathway?"
He said to me as he sat on my bed.
Confused, I said,
"But it has brought so much joy,
and knowledge, to this world."
"Pain and suffering too, remember?"
I did remember.
"What do you wish for me to do?"

"You have not done what I aksed of you!
I warn you the apple is poisoned,
and yet you still devour it!"
He was angry.
This didn't happen often.
I was intruiged, but worried all the same.
"I need more time. Just a little longer."
"A little longer?"
Calmed down, he sat on my bed again,
patting me down next to him.
"A little longer you shall have."
Fading away, he left me alone again.

"Yes, I know, I have not done anything.
But I have."
Before he could express his anger, I said that.
"So. What have you done?"
Pacing around my room, he was much more angry than last time.
He had even begun to look like his distant cousin.
"I have decided."
I felt a small triumph at this.
He did not rule me.
"What? Two weeks and you have decided?!
What has taken you so long to decide?"
"I have decided,"
He could not hurt me.
"Not to follow you."

Welcome to the Circus
or
Cyanide in Cusard Pies



Welcome to the Circus
The Clowns are laughing
The Moon is a silver sliver smile grinning
Put on your masks
And listen to the Ringmaster
Dance to his Tune.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen,
Liers and Fakers.
Don't worry...
We won't tell."

The Audience claps,
They cheer and roar.
The Lion's mouth a cave we'll leave no more.
Put on your masks
And listen to the Ringmaster
Dance to his Tune.

"Next up, Incubus and Succubus-
Nightmares and Twins.
Be prepared for Life
Beyond your dreams"

Silence pervades every corner,
A million screams unsaid.
Nightmares watched as two bats dance.
Put on your masks
And listen to the Ringmaster
Dance to his Tune.

"Cheer for the Incubus and Succubus -
Wake up a bit!
Next the Clowns.
They'll liven you up, surely."

Cyanide in Custard Pies,
Clowns slipping on Thalidomide.
They're looking for audience participation.
Put on your masks
And listen to the Ringmaster
Dance to his Tune.

"Now, I need a brave volunteer.
Anyone? Anyone at all?
Oh, come on!
The Acid spray wasn't that strong!"

Welcome to the Circus
The Clowns are laughing
The Moon is a silver sliver smile grinning
Put on your masks
And listen to the Ringmaster
He turns to You.

"This Audience are all regulars,
They haven't moved for years.
But I must admit, without muscles,
Moving is pretty hard"

War

A golden flash across a blood red sky,
The sun has set; missiles scream across
This gathering dusk; as an albatross
Falls screaming from the clouds, the music cries
In harmony with the old bird that dies.
As the fallen albatross rests on soft water,
So you find yourself at a loss
You are meant to be dead, for you can�t fly.
Still, the shockwaves still flows around the air,
From the torpedo that was not for you.
Although it wasn�t yours, life is unfair;
Falling bombs hurt more than they needed to.
As the shock subsides, you start not to care,
And start to hope it is heaven for you.

Scars

The sky is covered in scars,
All from our simple wish to fly.
Yet, even as we destroy Her,
Our victim seeks to protect us.
Weakened and scarred,
A fever running high,
Still she hides us,
Her wayward, roaming children.
Far from Her lap we have strayed,
Leaving havoc in our wake.
But now we have grown,
Realised what we've done,
Turned around and weeped,
Pleading "I didn't know!"
Asking for our ignorance to forgiven,
The simple experiments of a child.
We try and undo what we've done.
She is our Mother, Mum, Mom,
And Her love for us will let Her do
Nought but forgive us.
Yet have we strayed too far?

I look at the sky and see stars,
As I freeze inside a fire.

i have some freinds that can help me out with that
you might be seeing some more of my poetry and writings

Pretend

Go,
Imagine the boy is free,
And you can call down a pig-child.
The queen is silent next to the black lake.
She said that blue rainbow magic skin
Is the end.

Fly,
Come travel with me;
Walk with the mirror song girl,
Torn under the tree,
To the warm mud box.
Hold on and�
We like to write with turtle feet
Over time.

Cry,
Where dark storms,
And glowy music,
Compose the symphony of makebelieve,
My morning sun
Slowly wept.

Come,
To where we were;
I wonderingly whispered, "us,
We play pretend, and remember,
Forever."

no i havent

Twisted Fairytale

"One day, I wished
That once again,
My world was no longer dead.
The flowers that flourished,
Once upon an age,
Lay twisted and bleached on the ground.
Creeping vines and emerald stems,
That told the sotry of the dream,
Stopped stone still as stattuettes.
My world had died,
Yet I still lived,
The victim in this Twisted Fairytale."

My prince did come,
For a single day.
Then he turned and ran away.

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
As my world begins to dream.

Dragons aren't all bad,
Why can't you see?
That my captor has fallen in love with me.

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
As my world begins to dream.

"I used to hear,
Through the cracks in the walls,
Singing like at the creation of life.
But the voice that sang
That beautiful lie,
Now lies mute in the throat.
Yet as the garden slept a coma,
The house did come alive -
Solid rock was crying, sobbing, loud and clear.
My world is still a-dreaming,
Although I lie awake.
I watch my Twisted Fairytale
Play out formy and my drake."

Wide awake and dreaming,
I'll live my life forever.
Twilight comes like a flower's growth,
And I'll stay here with my love

an empty paper
undisturbed snow
a walking slumber
of life's undertow
from within heavy lines
to reveal life is fake
scrape up the leaves
with an empty rake
in likeness it shows
which one will fall
with elasticity
of a bouncy ball
take a plung
fall from grace
finally one can know theirplace
which is the same
as all who breath
and life as full
as those who feed

Untitled...

I watch the Phantoms who perform thier opera under the blood red moon,
Or is it the emerald seas that glisten as we sink to the depths of the oceans floor...
I am but emotions trapped in a pen and felings are like chains, as I bind my spirit to this, the empty page...
It seems to be an enslaved utopia breaking free of the barriers of isolation,
And sweet redemption... breathed silently through a kiss..
I feel this, the blood red moon calling to me, beckoning my soul...
My spirit rises to touch the midnight clouds, as my mind drifts to the safety of the nights embrace....
I hear a noise in the distance and turn to see...another,
another spirit watching me...
Taking in my every movement
And seething in the shadows..
It seems rapture awaits, as my lifes' blood drains out the gaping wound
that was once said to be my heart...
breaking in silence, craving release...
I watch so closely, that I become unaware...
The cold mist covers me in a blanket of darkness
And this, the thorn in my side twists with an utter abandon...
A life time of solitary depression,
But only to be the Godess in this generation of hate, cruelty, wretched wrath, remorse, self pity... and all of what is hell...
This is my gift from My Morbid Angel...
Mine to bear forever...my only story to tell...
Slowly I will melt away with the snow, from this plain of euphoria...in which I, myself, would never know.
The sanctity of divinity is baptized in the righteousness of the night,
I shall let the fatigue and sorrow embrace me till the morrow...
As the Mothers gift of daytime illumination slips beyond the horizen...
Another sleepless night unfolds..
The country side stills as if painted by some magical quills....
and the unique beauty that we all must attest ...slowly lowering its burning eyes into the west...
And in the moon shines a glorious light,
to still the creatures whom dwell in the night....
In the darkness one can see...but it be by, a soft glow,
or the shmmering of a candle ,casting it's shadow below..
My Morbid Angel told me,
That genius can not be found in your pocket,
One should have more sense than to think so...
Its presence surrounds us,
Invades and flows outward,
We all lavish in the light that it brings...
Dare do we, to ignore the power it posesses,
blinding and prevailing truth...
Accept this vision that is locked in my heart,
or turn my head and face the dark...
My dangerous discoveries...
inherit the soul,
as responsibility blankets each choice...
I choose to see the beauty and discovery in even the smallest of things...
Untill all thats left are the filtered fragments..
And of all the discoveries,
only unfolded genius will remain...
All else eclipses...
We are only one...alone....so let me at your throat,
and in our soul...
Running by the blinding stars...past the evanescent galaxy that stands in our path...
Alone...
My burden to bear forever,
So with my tears and with my death,
Shall bring this worlds happiness...
That is the gift My Morbid Angel brings,
My one and only story to tell...

Twilight

Blindness...sickening pain
Excruciating love, standing in the rain
Putrid acid smell...Creeping nighttime sounds
Relentless screeching hounds
I think I must have fell
Grieving guilt...comfort in the dark
Innate loneliness suffered at the sight
Is that a light burning bright
Deep into the night
Penetrate my soul...this time I have to know
The reason, the reason for the light
Just standing in the right
Basking in the glory unfound
Tis twilight....that's all

oh i can trust me
and if people like them then ok if not oh well thats thier choice

oh well
i like them all because i wrote them
but if you like them then thats good

(For my love....)

I am your invisible Angel in waiting, feeling your soul...
as the dewdrops touch fades in the morning light,
I am the ray that shines in your window
caressing your face..

I am the invisible body...that's sitting next to you...
When the breeze blows whispers in your ears,
you can try to touch me... but,
I'm afraid you wont feel me here...

I am the invisible mind...trying to find a way..
Breathing your every breath,
I feel this pain, the craving need,
Aching inside to let you know I'm here....waiting for you,
And feeling close to death....

I am the invisible soul, burning with intense passion,
Perhaps you can't see it...
but worry not, for all you have to do
is close your eyes and you will know
the love that haunts my heart is real.

I am the invisible eyes that see what you can not..
and love you in all you do
I see your hidden worry... and I know what you go through
I am the invisible ear, that hears all you have to say...
I hear you when you are in pain,
I hear you laugh,
I even hear you when you pray...

I love you and am with you always,
Invisible as I may be...
Feel me in the winds and know I'm there...
I hear you say goodnight as you lay your head to rest,
Your words span the miles and touch my most inner bieng...


I am the invisible hand thats holds yours when your alone....
To comfort and to console you when you are scared and cold
I am this invisible person, who needs you to see...
But then I remember...
No one can see me here,
no one that is, but me...

Your invisible Angel in waiting....

kk it will take that long probally lol
i sent them to you