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War Outside Dark Inside (1983)

Fall into the blue and pray I don’t land
Where the emotional vampires live
For this is my life when they leave satisfied
I sit and watch the shadows dancing on my walls
Some times if my imagination controls me
The shadows reach out and touch my face
The feel of warm hands against my skin
Maybe if I am lucky I would feel a shadow kiss my lips
Or cuddle with me as I lay on the sofa
Maybe they can dream with me when I sleep
A faceless figure next to me, because humans are faceless anymore
Just like the shadows on my wall
Real but not really there
Ghosts that I can see, but run away when I try to touch them
And I will be alone again with my thoughts
With my empty soul and imageless dreams
I will be numb again, protected from my emotions
My emptiness an icepack on my heart

 

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Freedom Fighter Hope lost

Every day he fights death 
Its promise of peace and quiet
its offer that he can be the perfect human being
Every night he sees its red beady eyes
They hover over him like a vulture
Only this vulture is white
Gleaming with false promises 
He reaches out and takes it 
And slowly pulls it to his mouth
The closer it gets its form and colour changes
From white to black, two red eyes, to one gray eye
The single eye disappear into his mouth 
He feels its cold beak against his tongue
Ahhh, the taste of death pending
Now that’s a familiar feeling 
His heart is racing 
His breath comes in short bursts
Its like that feeling right before orgasm
He he he he he, yeah
Take him to the cloud with the river of milk
Cuddle with him until he is still
Comfort him while his thoughts eat away at his soul
Bury him in a casket full of love and compassion
Bless him with your bible of half-truths
Bathe him with your holy water
Watch it turn to blood as
it drips down his body