Peter's House of Lyrical Waxing

A Mother's Poem

2010-05-17T20:12:00.001-07:00

When I’m gone,
will you remember me?
My moment of passing,
or of our journey?
Am I to you,
as you are to me
My little one and only?
The journey we had,
the hugs and kisses
When I gave up my dreams,
and gave you yours
When I told you
what I needed to
Did I raise you to be,
who I wanted you to be?
Or did I teach you to be,
who you needed to be?
Had I failed you, and if I had, would it matter if I'm sorry?
But no matter what, those days of struggle,
with you to cuddle
I’d do it again –all of it,
exactly the same
From that special moment
when I saw you
To the moment
when I’ll see you last
The bond we shared
Is our secret, and ours alone
For you are my baby
And I am your Mother
Who loves you
like no other.

2010-02-22T09:23:00.000-08:00

I lie awake
In the still of the night
Talking to myself again...
As the sound of your voice,
Carries through the breeze
As whispers in my ears,
As many nights before...
As I see you again,
Time and again
And time again,
Only to lose you again..
And in my heart,
I wonder
If it's worth the pain,
The trials and tribulations
Standing between us
and this thing we have...
Will it last somehow,
or be lost forever
In the land of our dreams?
But wherever the answer lies,
or where it cares be
One thing for certain is,
I'm losing my mind...
To have but a shadow of you...
But not to be with you...
Not to laugh with you...
Not to cry with you...
Not to touch your face...
Not being there
To make your tears go away...
Without you,
I'd rather we've never met
Than to have met,
and be torn apart..

2010-02-18T07:13:00.000-08:00

Discordant the hues, of the jingle-bell blues
As snowflakes adrift in the wake of a moon
Despondent a man, upon a snow-white satire..
Despondent a man, beneath a snow-crusted spire.

To him, is fate, things not to be
To him, is fate, a winter's touch
To him is fate, within the pale-white pall
Pale-white pall for a fall
Silent and cold and still
A touch of salvation's full.

His thoughts to self, what dreams have I?
-a slice bit through his skin-
What dreams have I? no more
buried beneath a winter's past
What dreams have I? to wait in vain
all emptied, all hollowed
All gone, asunder, away my grasping breath!
Who wields my fate? and tears away
Who deigns it be, the relief of his release?

Beneath a white-bleached sky he lay,
a crumpled heap- A bag,
a pile of skin and bones-
a dagger to his throat-
I left him there,sans hands in pocket
Cold as a winter's grasp
Heard I, a cry, a whimpered hymn
-I whistled it too-
A happy tune it was... melodious,
as the jingle-bell blues.

2009-09-15T08:08:00.000-07:00

I remember those days we spent
Those cold afternoons, as we stared
At parades of cotton, imagined
Lying on our backs, as time itself
Warped and tangled around us
Embracing us, in a whirlpool of dreams
And memories now forgotten
Had we seen the omens, those signs foretold,
Would it have made a ripple
In the placid waters of fate?
But to spend again, those timeless days
Lying on our backs as we stared
At parades of cotton, imagined
Forever lost, in a whirlpool of dreams,
And wonderment for what future is,
Forever embraced in time’s gentle bliss.

A Dedication for a Friend

2009-07-29T08:56:00.001-07:00

Every night before I sleep
I pray to God to hear my call
That he would send a blessed gift
To make my life complete and whole

The hours I counted had turned to days
Those days had passed, since turned to years
And all I could, and did, was pray
That He would turn my tears to cheers

Oh Lord my God my dearest Father
I had my doubts and darkest fears
So many times my heart did wonder
If ever you did, give me your Ear?

So little I knew, of a Plan divine
To weave my fate, that with another
Another thread He tied to mine
A sacred bond of Life and Wonder

In my darkest doubts, You sent me light
The name of which, was given Strength
As I was about to flee the fight
You've sent an Angel, to save the day

My little angel, you'll light the path
To wondrous roads and secret castles
To lively nights and sun-lit days
The days I'll spend, in singing our songs
The days I'll teach, the rights and wrongs
The days we'll spend, in Truth and Faith
The days we'll spend, in having fun
So will the days, of tears as well
But so will I, to dry your tears
To turn those tears to little cheers
So many days, yet uncounted
In this poem one uncle wrote
But as the stars I'll count with you,
My love for you will shine, for days and years
And always, my dearest, my Bridget Angel Luis.

p/s: Okay Joyce, you asked for it! See what you made me do? See?! But seriously, I hope you'll enjoy every single second of being a mom :)

Light and Shadow

2009-07-03T17:25:00.000-07:00

For all things considered
Could Light and Shadow
ever be in love?
You dance to the rhythm of the world
My world lies in dreams

You hold the hands of strangers
and love them, and call them friends

I walk the lonely alleys of the heart

Your smile paints the lives of those
you touch with your warmth,
And make them feel better

I kill on a whim

You cherish the past,
and hold it close to your heart

I burn my memories,
and focus on the present

You are courageous, bold, determined
You tackle all obstacles, head-on

I lurk in the shadows
hiding, elusive
striking out as a knife in the night

For all things considered
Is it possible,for two people, so different
To ever be in love?

Maiden of the sea

2009-06-29T05:56:00.000-07:00

My maiden of the sea
in a vast blue yonder,
drowned thee in me
all pain and despair
unraveled in me,
my insecurities
Thou took me away,
and threw me away
the red rivers of the past

My maiden of the sea
that took Love away,
to drown, a watery grave
I hated you, so hated you
But to hate Thee, is to hate the sun,
the earth and the sky
For what else could thy be
but a maiden of the sea?
Always be the Sea
to still the raging rivers of my heart.

To catch a poem

2009-05-19T20:08:00.000-07:00

To catch a poem,
you'll need a boat
A fishing rod
And plenty of bait!

To catch a poem,
you'll need to wait
Sit down and pray
Inspiration comes your way!

To catch a poem,
you'll need a string
String up your poem
With words that go 'pling'!

And when you've caught your poem,
you'll need some spice
Spice up your poem
Some rhythm would be nice!

what shadows may be

2009-05-08T18:46:00.000-07:00

what shadows may be
that stalk our hearts-
and tread the halls of fear,
they drink away
all hope and faith
and spear the soul
to despair

gone forever-
into the black pool of sorrow..

and as the night that closes in
in webs of deadly embrace-
we only have each other
to shield, protect
to quiver in the night

these hands-
locked together..
holding-
never letting go-

when you cried
I stayed your lips-
when I screamed
you held me tight-
there is no one,
but us-
us against the world

in your warmth-
I prosper
in my arms-
forever

your eyes as mine
full of sorrow, despaired
in you I see
all hope and joy,
and faith I once enjoyed

your smile betrays of hope
hope that shines through you-
pristine as stars that light the night
fiery as fire that burns the shadows-

strong enough to give me strength
the herculean will to reach
and grab the throat of destiny..
to snatch the quill of Life
to open the pages
and scribe our story
to write a happy ending
to end the mark of yesterday
and tomorrow
tomorrow starts today.

write?

2009-04-29T00:26:00.001-07:00

What shall I write about
Shall I write about distant stars
Or things closer to home
Shall I go to uncharted seas
Or swim in familiar rivers
Shall I write about love
Or hate or fear
Or longing
Or loneliness
Or maybe about friends
Or revenge and treachery
What shall I write about
Maybe
I should just
Write.

ritual

2009-04-28T03:36:00.000-07:00

Amidst the churning of a sacred river
rides an array of glittering silver
A dazzling sight of dancing diamonds
and shattered prisms and plays of light

Transfixed I stood, as silent witness
Beguiled in bliss and merry wonder
I bathed and soaked in watery splendor
And caught the glamor of their essence

Shimmering spectacular the little stars
Emblazoned across a watery wake
I followed the yearnings of their voices
And danced the dance of prism daggers.

My tribute to Ms. Susan Boyle

2009-04-20T21:09:00.001-07:00

Susan, Susan,
Susan Simple
Susan Simple with her curls
Susan Simple and her Pebbles
Living in a house, oh so little

Susan Simple
you looked so humble
on that stage,
you began to mumble
What's that, we laughed,
you're from the village?
Elaine Paige? we laughed,
Oh such cheek!
we raged, and jeered,
and closed our ears.

Susan, Susan,
Susan Simple,
You flashed a smile
and for a moment,
there was a hush
Would it be worthwhile
or would it be mush?

And so, you sang
that little song
And whoever knew, all along
That Susan Simple
with her curls
should impress Simon Cowell!
I've never seen him smile like a little girl!

Susan Simple, Susan Boyle
You sang so much like an angel
But above all that,
I will never forget
A wonderful lesson
in how things Simple
Could be so beautiful.

Wallfaces

2009-04-16T00:47:00.000-07:00

Blighted the night of darkened hallows,
pierced within, the hollow of souls
banished the light, in silence persisting
consumed by shadows, in lies bedeviled .

Listen, the wails of peeling plaster
screaming without, the throat of terror
yoked of chains, of dust and metal
in dust, they settle eternal
in dust, they settle, infernal.

Twisted, the grins
of these wall faces
betwixt today, tomorrow, then ever after
Unfortunate souls laid to unrest
in concrete cold, laid imprinted,
betwixt they be, and confined within,
a reality, unreality.

rendezvous

2008-10-27T01:30:00.000-07:00

the birds, the waves, the little people in the distance,
the smells of the ocean, the sun, the ice-cream on your cheeks
the tingling on my fingers, as I dribble them away
the sensual curves of your lips, and the promises they carry
of brave adventures beyond the sea
the smells of which, ride upon the promises
of more vanilla, chocolate or strawberry
whatever fits the day.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

2008-10-12T21:11:00.000-07:00

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

- By Anonymous

dirge

2008-07-20T22:57:00.000-07:00

Listen to the song of the dirge,
on his last string, the last rhythm
Listen to the echoes
of the valley of death,
and the rhythmic chorus
of your footfalls.

Lament not the spring flowers,
nor whispered winds of bright colors
With a flick of a hand, you feel no more
nor dream again
A candle once burned,
shall never be unburned.

Will suffering mark your path,
or will hope show the way?
Will you journey in despair,
or illuminate in enlightenment?
But may you always be remembered,
and may you always loved
May the veil be lifted,
and may you always be safe.

Despondency

2008-06-23T01:41:00.000-07:00

Embedded, lies a broken form
beneath a sea of despondency
Gone are his hopes for a better day,
nor a meagre crumb of sympathy
No hands to show the way
No light to set him free

Earned him what sin, to be seen
in this flatland of misery?
A daily scrape, an endless toil,
beneath the barrel of society
Desperate pleas on both his knees,
for trinkets we'll give for free

But upon whose shoulders,
are to blame?
For one so lost at sea?
For is it not, as the saying goes,
that Man shall earn his keep?
And shall we not, but let it be,
the pleas of one consigned
Beneath this sea of despondency
where no light shall set him free?

Diligence

2008-06-12T20:23:00.000-07:00

Diligently
she stitches,
and chips off
the bodies
of her children

one bone
at a time

one skeletal frame
at a time

Lovingly
she paints,
with broken fingers
that could barely twitch

every stroke
of the brush

dipped
into the wounds
of her frame

milked
by the catherters
of Consumerism

Made in China.

Rentap

2008-03-24T01:58:00.000-07:00

O hear! The birds of divinity
Word-bringers of the War God
O hear, the voice of a seeker
of the tale of Rentap
Scourge and savior of Sarawak

O hear the wails of the dying!
Beneath plumes of smoke,
and steel of men
To one side,
fine warriors of the Iban
To the other,
grand army of the Rajah,
O hear the cries of the wounded!
within the bowels of the jungle.

O hear the shouts of fighting men,
and thundering hooves of infantry!
Clashing and cursing,
a morass of bodies in the mud
And among this cacophany,
of gunpowder and steel
Stands a giant among men
whose name invokes the Battler
whose sword feasts upon his enemies
Rentap, the Battler,
Warchief of the headhunters!

The rage of his voice,
shakes the foundations of the earth
'Agi idup agi ngelaban!
For Death may breathe upon us, we fight!
We fight to the last breath!'
His mighty swings shatter his foes,
beneath a hail of fallen heads
The headhunter king strikes,
And strikes again!

'Arise, you men!
Against this army of traitors,
Mercenaries of the Rajah!
False king of Sarawak!
Fight to the last breath,
the War God is with us,
We, children of Sarawak!'

'They seek our land for her riches
They seek to kill our people!
They ally with our enemies
and turn brother against brother!
They make light of the God of War
and laugh at our ancestors!
They call me a scourge! A pirate!
A brigand!
They who judge me in their courts,
cohorts of the White Rajah!'

'Arise, men! Fight to the last breath!
Today you feel the fury of war!
O glorious day for a battle!
For when the day closes,
you feast In Panggau Libau
Victors!
In the The Hall of Heroes!'

O hear the roars of the Chieftain,
You men!
Heed his call to arms!
Rally the defenses,
Defend the walls of your hill-fort
and bring out the monster,
Bujang Sadok, the Great Cannon!
Deliver your enemies
unto Sebayan,
The Underworld!

O glorious, this day for a battle!
as foes clash and ebb away
The sounds of steel awash the air
The ground bathed in blood
O, glorious the sound of the Great Cannon!
That cracks across the sky,
splitting apart the ranks of Iban
spilling forth their hill-fort
O, glorious day for a battle!
The scattering of Rentap's men crushed
beneath the Iron Boots of the Rajah
Glorious, the drenched bodies of defenders!
Glorious, the roars of their Chieftain!
O, glorious day for a battle
for when the day was over,
Rentap, the Battler,
the scourge and savior of Sarawak
shall have made his stand
and live on in the memory
of the children of Sarawak.

my poor attempt at 'epic' poetry, but i couldn't resist. agi idup agi ngelaban!

Elegium Eternum

2008-03-21T21:43:00.000-07:00

Elegia eternia spins the World Axis,
Burdened the back of Atlas' lot broken,
Scarred the fissures of flippant war asunder,
Deathly nuances of lies truth-flavored..
Bleakness the hearts of sins men wicked,
Driven the souls of minds wee humble,
Severed the hopes of laments lost eternium,
Forsaken the lives of ladies scarred loveless.

Last call

2008-03-18T11:18:00.000-07:00

Beyond the edges of misted memory
I began a journey laid before me
And climbed the branches of life's great tree.

Entangled in this mass of humanity
I stumbled, bled, and slipped once too many
To reach the top, many a man's destiny
Slowly and quickly,
I reached gently,
Or much to the contrary
For there were times when I was more than naughty
And broke a few branches, I don't disagree
With naught an acknowledgment or an apology
Twas for me such things be frivalty.

So I kept my focus, wasted not my energy
Until finally I could see, a sliver of hope that pierces free
Through darkness that seemed an eternity
And I reached, and I saw a massive sea
The horizons of which was not seen clearly
In the middle of which a ship sits lonely.

And the ship's captain saw me and shouted with glee
'Long have I waited', was his distant reply
to my distant and questioning eye
'Please be, come down from that tree, for you I must carry'
'To the planter of the tree that shall judge thee',
I knew naught he be a friend or an enemy
But this, I do know, another journey lay before me.

a brief one about the journey of life. i actually planned to write more, but sometimes you have to stop when your brain tells you to stop

Langsuir

2008-03-13T17:52:00.000-07:00

Gather the campfire
Sit closely, whisper softly,
For the tale I tell
The winds may carry
Into the ears
Of my subject matter.

Langsuir

Who is she?
By what graceless hand was she borne?
Borne of the terrible wrath of nature
Or the mischief of men?
Is she a creature
A beast or monster?
A human
Whose unfortunate guise
Makes her less than?

What is this thing
Whose countenace strikes dead the hearts of men
Whose bloodlust draws breath from her chosen ones
The one who feeds on body and soul
And leaves behind
Empty husks in the pale moonlight?

Sit closer
The campfire still burns
Good, good
Fear not the night's satin black
That blankets your faces
And blackens your features.

Do you hear
The rustling of leaves?
Careless, sharp,
Ravenous rubbings of leaven edges?
They say she roams
The trees

Swings

Looking down on her chosens
With ruby eyes of a hawk
Feasting on scarlet shadows
And when she strikes

Swoosh

Her gliding form
Descends as smoke
Into the belly of her chosens
And holds their faces
In her claws
For all the life of me
So terrible, so terrible
This thing
known as langsuir

The matianak, the pontianak

The vampire
Of local legends foretell
Under wooden huts
And campfires

Make no mistake
You who are here
Among closed ranks
Who hear my tale
And see my black features
Make no mistake,
Sit closer
Close ranks around me
For you'll never know
What lies atop
The treetops
Amongst you
You, who are here
You the ones with blackened faces
You scarlet shadows
You,
My chosens.

Insta-Everything

2008-03-07T20:22:00.000-08:00

We live in a world of SMSs,
Handphones, computers, television,
Information at our fingertips
All we wish at the push of a button...
We live in a world of instant recognition,
Fast-tracks to success a diploma away
Churns of certificates a booming production,
Produced as toys in a toy factory...
Yet are we enlightened, are we resolute?
What of struggle, the key to survival?
What of thinking, the cornerstone of civilization?
What of real conversations, of writing a letter?
What of empathy and compassion?
What of real grass, mud in our faces?
And if our gadgets, Insta-Recognition,
Shall make us less than human,
Then is Insta-Extinction..
At the push of a button?

The Fallen Unforgotten

2008-01-18T22:40:00.000-08:00

Upon this field of triumphs
A bell tolls its requiem
A homily for bravest souls
For whom Freedom
Was worth not coming home.

Upon these tombstone rows
Be names etched in Timeless Meadows
An eternal solitude enstoned
Within fond memories
Of proud families.

Upon the rising of each day
Blooms the flower of their legacy
A priceless gift adorned
Of courage and heart
And precious blood.

a tribute to fallen heroes. may their deeds never be forgotten

Dreams

2007-12-30T17:29:00.000-08:00

Have you ever wondered of
The friends and faces of your slumbers?
And how often your slumbers thereof
Will often find you in deepest wonders?

Avast, your night-ships shall sail you astray
Towards edges of time and space continuum
It is but as wise men often say
The seas of life are spun off silvery looms.

Be free, freely feel your foot's caress
Across her canvas of sandy shores
A timeless world of no duress
As sun-soaked sand soothes wounded soles.

Look up, behold the dance of celestial stars
A constellation of love and life and hate and death
A distillation of Futures both near and far
A cosmic wine of Revelations ferment.

Sail, sail, be free for verily
The shores of a new day shall visit the horizon
And as it looms forget not your night-ship journeys
That brought you close to hope, grace and perfection.

I Gift you Immortality

2007-12-19T19:33:00.000-08:00

Darken the room, my dear,
For tonight I Gift you Immortality
An escape from the coldness of Death,
Would that not be lovely, my sweet dear?

Closer to me, stand still we embrace
In the darkness of the night
Into the black maw we escape
Our hands shall meld and our bodies

Shall melt

Into the oblivion of the night.

Whisper my name, say it close, stay close to me
For tonight shall be a journey of ultimate beauty
Tonight we set sail into an ocean of infinity
No wards of Time shall hinder
This journey you shall begin
With me, Forever
Into endless eternity
With me
By your side.

Hold my hand, let it melt into yours.
Be close to me, may our breath be as one.

Are you ready, my dear?
Ready to leave your mortality?
Leave it, I implore,
For it is but an empty husk,
Useless
As your life without me,
Your Prince by your side.

Come

Drain away,
Drain your trepidations away.
As sensuous scarlet rivulets of mortal life
Shall drain away
And finally cut
The final threads of your deathly life.

Fury

2007-12-19T01:18:00.000-08:00

Breathe, breathe, old beast of fury,
Ensconced deep within mine heart
Your vaporous breath breathe clouds malicious
Within the rising depths of mine being.

Breathe, breathe, old beast of fury,
Your stuccoed steel scales numerous
Your vestige of tooth and wing and claw,
Impress upon your wakeful slumbers.

Breathe, breathe, old beast of fury,
Upon of your soul of engulfing wrath
Beholden, your sight of lidless eyes
Feast upon mine offering of wrath divine.

Breathe, breathe old beast of fury,
Awakened! The reign of your burning wrath
Released! The chains of your engulfing hatred
Ignite! The gaseous wafts of ceaseless insanity!

A Christmas Tree Story

2007-12-06T03:40:00.000-08:00

It all began with a Christmas tree
That my daddy bought for the family
Look, my son (he said to me),
See this tree of great majesty!

But to my eyes it ain’t so pretty,
In fact it was old and oh so ugly!
But to dearest dad I dared not plea
To get rid of that stupid old tree.

Where to start, to tell the story?
There never was a tree so skinny!
And when I touched it, it felt so prickly,
Ouch! It hurts, I told my mommy.

I hated that tree, I hated it already,
There wasn’t even a glittery thingy!
Stupid daddy, you fatsy old meanie,
Get rid of this tree, just burn it already!

My daddy just smiled, he must’ve been crazy,
He just wasted his hard earned money!
He said to me, ‘It’s okay honeybee',
There’s more to this tree, can’t you see?

And he did something that stayed with me
Ever since and to this day
First he said something funny,
My son, said he, I won’t forsake thee,
You have to see things more clearly.

We’re nearing the end, are you ready?

He held me up for me to see
Something aloft that very tree
It was a small flat wooden thingy
That simply said..

INRI.

Merry Christmas people!!! :)

Ode to the Ever Present

2007-11-22T19:41:00.000-08:00

Beyond my frosted vision I could see

A bloodied king of scarlet veins

On his body

His face

His hands

And his feet

Who burns the light of day

And adorns the stars of night.

Beneath the stagnance of my heart I could feel

His gaze upon my life

And the landscape of my past

The skeins of the future

The performances of the present

And the certainty of his work

Written in the book

Off the pages of my chapter.

Between the ragged curtains of my knowledge

A word hangs on a tree

On a tree for all the world to see

And all the alpha and omega

Written by it

A word on a tree

That gave its truth

For you

and for me.

Iban Spirit

2007-09-06T02:01:00.000-07:00

Long is a day for a warrior

Astride the heart of a storm

Born the Son of a Tiger

Hide him not an oath he has sworn..

Agi idup agi ngelaban!

Fiery heart of thorns and of scars

Scorching is the sun which burns his soul

Hungry his thirst which longs for the stars

Fear's a Word that scalds him for naught..

Agi idup agi ngelaban!

Quick as the wind which carries his feet

Swift as the birds which carry his fate

Hinder him not the destiny he shall meet

Finger his soul that shall makes him great..

Agi idup agi ngelaban!

Unbreakable soul and fearless resolve

Son of the Tiger, Tempered of the Creator

In the lands of a Warrior, an Oath has been sworn..

Agi idup agi ngelaban!

Colors

2007-01-08T10:00:00.000-08:00

The colors of wind of golden hue,
Astride the beam of sunshine true..
The colors of spring and bloom afresh,
Upon my love that none shall guess.

A sight of carefree birds on trees,
They lead a life of winds and glee..
A sight of them brings cheer of heart,
As might she tears my fears apart.

As streams of water run through plains,
An inspire of soil and gentle rain..
A journey begun shall never end,
As truly as dreams my love has mend.

Fire

2006-08-15T19:50:00.000-07:00

Fire is a force magnifier..
A quintessential soul purifier,
Scorcher of the threads of time,
Burning black ancient trees of sin and grime.

Fire is a golden anvil,
Creator of things past or ever will..
And Fire is a vengeful hammer,
Destroyer of Creation,
Bringer of War.

Fire is a fearsome maelstrom,
A gale of heat and dire storms..
Blowing away the seeds of doubt,
And sweeping avast the sails of passion.

The Boy in the Corner

2006-08-10T18:56:00.000-07:00

Beneath the mists of time..
Sits a boy in a corner,
And where these walls and corners meet,
His mind wonders to a time
Without mists,
A time of radiant illusions and dreams.

And through a window he could see
Birds flying in twos..
Each for another, none for their own,
He wonders at butterflies fluttering in the wind,
Streaming happily towards flowery wells.

But the age of innocence have long gone..

For now through the window all he could see
Are thick chimneystacks of vaporous clouds
Streaming and snaking into the air...
Corrupting his world with smoke impure,
Darkening it with clouds of worms and maggots.

And now these worms of rejection and sorrow,
They squirm deeper and deeper,
Spawning trees of anger and despair.
And from these trees they turned him a puppet,
A Pinocchio in eternal misery,
Unwanted and discarded...
Destined for the flames of unending solitude.

How he wanted to hear the birds sing!
And how he used to sing with them.
But now they are naught but pestilence in his eyes..
He had reached for the window...
And closed it shut...
And turned his back on life.

And in the shadows where he resides,
Ranks of faceless figures his company,
One by one they file past..
An unending throng of monotony
Trickling through the valleys of time.

Until one day he sees..

Eyeless birds gliding above,
Unholy scavengers for a sacred meal.
And he stares in wonder and trepidation,
As they swoop onto his vestige of Joy...
Cawing and jostling, they pick it clean
So that no whites of bones could be seen.

Turning away from the eyeless birds
He glances now a glorious sight,
A sight of marbled walls,
And floors of precious stones.
And behold, for there he sees,
An image of him near a fire,
With his books and pipe
And plenty of wine.

But the boy feels naught but sorrow at the sight,
For the books are unread..
And their pages unturned..
And the wineglass unfilled..
For now joy is stripped boneless.

Shackled forever... a stringless puppet,
He now he spots a window long forgotten..
Alight with gold slivers through her glass veil.

Pushing back the worms,
He reaches out and tugs it open
And with every inch of his being,
The window bares itself,
The effort of a bloodied hand.

And a mighty windgust rushes forth..
To a miasma of birds in twos..
And radiant dreams.
And butterflies flutter away to flowery wells,
In streams of color and glorious beauty.

And with that the pages are turned,
And the wineglass filled to the brim..
And with the birds he sings once more
His companions of song and gales of joy.

Forever

2006-08-04T18:58:00.000-07:00

I know..

Of the softness of your lips..
And the warmth of your touch..
Over the smell of your hair..
And the feel of my hand..
Melded in yours..
Bonded together, forever,
And ever after.

And I know of these halls..
Flowing through these walls..
A rush of sounds, they swill on and on..
Cascading and tumbling, sounds of laughter we shared together..
Oh how wonderfully we laughed together!
Loud and tender.. nigh on forever, and ever after.

And I know of this floor so shorn, so alone..
For down her marbled dawns, we danced forever..
Once, just us, all nights.. together..
Once, so happily..and ever after..

And I know my name you often whisper..
In empty nights of your sleepless slumbers..
To yours, dear love, I wisp and hover,
Still hover your lips as you hover mine,
Still mourn your touch as you mourn mine,
Still hunger your smell as you hunger mine,
Undeniably desirable, intolerably unattainable.

But now I see..
These fragments of dreams that drift away..
Now uncatcheable..
Now gliding further and further..
Now to yours my shadow lingers..
But it too will fade and slither away..
Into the maw.. smoked in.. forever..
Into oblivion.. to the place I am..
To the land of shadows, sorrows..
The land of the Damned, and the land of the Dead.

Legends of Mamacona

2006-08-04T18:57:00.000-07:00

Behold, my friend, the hall of heroes…
Seven heroes who saved the world,
Forget not all their deeds,
For to them, we owe our debts,
Our lives and our souls.

The first is the hero GX,
Who holds the beast’s number of triple sixes.
As such he fights demons, devils and mighty Cerberus,
His very name loathed and feared in the underworld,
Alas, if only he weren’t such a noobie.

The second is the hero Gamesky,
Whose mighty sword tramples the skies.
As such he battles upon mighty Pegasus,
Thus we call him Lord of the Skies and Stars…
Though he died easily of hentai addiction.

The third is the hero Code,
Though one knows not of the tongue he speaks,
He fights mightily with rabid fanaticism…
Drooling and salivating…
We hold our awe at his retardic determination.

The fourth is the hero Fire,
Who changes and morphs like a Super Saiya,
This champion over dragons and mighty titans…
He now retires in faraway Far East,
Where he lives happily amongst crazy sexy Japanese girls.

The fifth is the hero Aeon,
He scribes the deeds of champions and villains..
For indeed the pen is mightier than the sword,
We tip our hats at this glorious bard…
If only he didn’t take eternity finishing his tales.

The sixth is the hero Hitman,
Lord of Silence and Sudden Deaths..
Forsake the shadows, all ye villains,
For ye shall never escape his grasp.
One wishes he weren’t bald and ugly as his namesake.

The seventh is of course I, Lord Mercurator,
Slayer of all six heroes listed above,
You can do naught, oh dear reader,
But grovel at my feet and hold your awe..
For it is I, Mercurator, that pawns you all.. LOL.

Cannibalism

2006-08-04T18:48:00.000-07:00

Under the moonsong be creeps and vines,
Home of needle fingers and black thornbush,
A rolling of a name atop a tongue,
He chews and spits
And chews
And spits it out.

See the pale shadows of skyships of night,
They dance along god's great lanternshine!
See a grim task of bones and marrows for a dine,
A sweet suckling of pleasure ..
Unchaste, unholy,
And perfectly…
Heavenly.

Silent, they stand, giant guardians of vigil,
Spreading their cloak of darkened wings..
Under the black carpet the creature hides,
Unseen by hunters
And prey alike.

And as tufts of hair scatter the ground,
A hollow vessel lies unwhole,
A faceless stare of a faceless eye,
And a digit cold as a deadened worm.

Petals

2006-08-04T18:47:00.000-07:00

Rivers of clouds awash the shores
A thousand teardrops for a thousand souls
A thousand souls for a single rose
A rose without thorns... petals, dishevelled and unwhole.

Beyond the passage of time
Lies a story untold
Unforgotten...
Aslaved by time
The chapters incomplete
But for the mirrors of false memories.

Above the clouds awash the shores
And still I stare... unamazed and unawed
A single rose still I seek
Though the clouds are numerous
And the teardrops still fall.

Slow motion...
Aswirl the currents of white cotton..
Bleaking the days uncounted..
For the rose I seek,
Is torn,
Dishevelled,
And unwhole.

YOU drive me Crazy

2006-08-04T18:46:00.000-07:00

What are you?
What planet did you beam from?
You make me crazy,
Do you know that?

Where do I begin, to describe you?
It’s impossible,
You fool,
You’re full of it,
Silly,
And nothing but trouble.

When you look at me,
You’re so arrogant and haughty,
Don’t look at me,
You little flea…
You’re too naughty,
So full of it,
You’re nothing but glee.

Those eyes, they make me crazy..
Dizzy… dreamy,
What did you do to me?!
What powers do you possess…
You devil’s own,
What gives you the right,
To stare at me,
Stop staring at me,
Stop making me crazy!!!

Soft and tender is your belly,
Smooth as silk, what shampoo did you use?!
You let me stroke it,
Just to make me see,
Just how nice it is.

I hate you,
I love you.
I hate you not,
I love you not.
Now I’m speaking in knots,
All because of YOU…
You’re too playful,
But you know what?
I don’t care,
I still love you,
You shameless little cat.

Shattered

2006-08-04T18:41:00.000-07:00

Shattered are my dreams of you..
Of fantasy birds and fantasy stars,
Shattered as a phantasmal mirror..
Broken, scattered, as petals by the breeze.

Broken is my form, my former shell,
Bedridden with images of you..
As spores of cancer beneath my sanity,
Aflight of memories of you..
and me..
and butterflies in the wind.

So cruel the sun beneath your feet,
As are the stars,
the moons,
the planets.
So cruel you the goddess of my mind..
A butterfly cocooning
beneath the steel gray gaze of
Despair.

I reach out to you, athirst for your shadow,
That lurk beneath the cracks of memories...
Haunted are my nights of sleepless dreams,
Your lingering wisp 'round my bedridden corpse.

What sins have I, to be thrown..
Into this endless cell of despair..
The chains around me I can't break..
The thirst in me unquenched..
My hunger unsated.

Is there no sun?

No candle to light my life?

Vampirism

2006-08-04T18:38:00.000-07:00

Verily the days of evernight,
I walk the depths of her garish cloak.
A leaven pass from her robe of blight,
And be the light of moon I soak.

The deep of heart runs low of sight,
I curse and shy on those of Light.
A gang of goats and sheep of like,
I soothe the pass as that of kites.

A dice of death and sin I serve,
A roll of six and be that more.
To tell the tale of Beasten love,
The hooves that trod the depths I glove.

To be a child of nocturne sleep,
A breed of veins of Ancients bore.
To sink the ships of lives so cheap,
I ash the bones of kings and whores.

And ash to ash,
And dust to dust,
Be that few or be that more,
Be wary you my readers dear,
Be wary of nights and blights and kites.

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2006-07-04T01:01:00.000-07:00

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