| ~Poems from the dark side.~ |
| *Wow* Its a bit dark in here i better light up the torches i think!!!, *fumbles through the dark looking for the matches* Arrhh Yes thats better, Err ok*Giggles* Well these poems I've chosen to share; Only one has ever seen! And they we’re by the light of pen. Their taken from my home made book the “Meus Liber Gen Anchor” “My book of anchor” 11 poems wrote in darkness, that survived the burning of 1996, some are whole and some are fragmented, some angry some sad. Yet all in truth of how i felt inside, i was pretty messed up and lost inside, i let people trick me into burying the light and becoming a stranger to my own mind. But the book now is much, much more than just a keeper of darkness, it now shines with light its now complete as it holds both my essences! One who whispers never go back and one who whispers never look back, yet both do whisper never forget! for in that place you both lost and found yourself, so these poems if you could call them that are the beginning of my journey, where they end I begin. |
| To our sacred summer Forged within its madness Spiralled in and out Twisted up to look back down Toward our lost and sacred summer |
| In a world of many souls I feel strange and alone Walking amongst the lost and tarnished Seeking to see the things you cannot Searching for who? And why i am? For then I'd see with open eyes . |
| And here we are again Come round full circle Again once more upon the destruction Cast back a thousand years Civilization becomes my myth? |
| We are within the grey We stand alone and cold Between light and darkness Always are we in-between For reason and faith. |
| A figure of nothingness Yet appears alive with colours Aura’s flashing forth As she kneels beside me My eyes appear wider than life To the coloured rush of air Which creeps across my voice Raping me with colours of refection A touch of her hand blue and icy A touch of ice yet warm as honey Which removes me of my fear Bringing desire trembling forth Which lives deep inside me Then no more is she beside me . {1995 1st poem} |
| Walking hand in hand Within the silent void Climbing the rift of reason Trying to find a place A place to rest my pain |
| Life’s like a flower Slowly growing and conserving Until one day it blossoms But today is chained up tight Destined for nothing Born with out a purpose. |
| Like oil in the sea You taint my world With the blackness in you hearts You colour it black with death and greed |
| I held in my breath Held it in till i became the melody To be alive but without a form Free at last with my chains undone At last ive found what once was mine Lost within the infinite space My clarity of thought... |
| The possessions we gain In life's long chase All our wealth is taken from us So leave also the world For all things said and done We gain so much more Beyond our husky veils. |
| If you listened? Could you hear my song Cause if you can Could you sing it back? Because I'm so lost I cannot hear |
| The dark chapter in my life and book end there with these words from a drug store song! “Do You Wonder” “What It’s Like?” “The Final Surrender?” |
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| ~Haunting.~ |