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Date Posted: 19:44:01 11/16/02 Sat
Author: AGS
Author Host/IP: dialup-65.58.224.10.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 65.58.224.10
Subject: Dark Poetry # 2

Sacred Creek

The bitter screams
hang midnight's
air
so right seeking
a better place
to live in
dashing

haunt ,
they come
in all the directions reverberate
the thinning air
of the
height

erythematic now is the sluggish
sounds of wolves that begin
to churn; start

sudden the bays whistle
their shrill notes so
melancholy beautiful I smile
weep and genuflect:

that pierce
eeriness
of the moon

its shadow

a soft blanket upon
the now drifted snow
it falls
in such gentleness
as I wash my face in the lard
I keep
on my back
again
I begin to stalk
you

Running behind every tree a pointed
tipped dagger iced in its cold
and so so
steel

We had had a gentle evening
the drinks a few smokes and smiles
that gentle laugher I always adored
the notes of a madman I wondered

As I gazed
so
strikingly upon those per
fect lips sheered perf
ectly with that ultra red
lipstick

Now you
dash
ing for thick and
thin as I lurch
behind you
annoyed
and splattered with bloods of
my rage the joke you told me
wasn't funny;

must have been it

I thought

now in my dashing
every tree now for
you to
get away with wider
fuller
steps it shant be too hard

I thought

and you luck
i
ly know
ing
ly wore the heels I bought
you the six
inch
ones as your rush so un
know
ing
ly bel
low
ing hys
terical screams to
a sacred creek I keep

Where all the bodies
we discussed hid
den
Screams e
cho your front door
rally in intensity
your inner make-up
torn from your abuse

Lullabies now hang
stars
threaten to lurch
as timber trees fall
you trusted

Straight to rows
as screams
return

In two's and three's
the groups; a chorus
heard so distinctly
in woods you walk alone ..

one of your favorite
short-cuts to get home

Dark birds find you
clutter intensely
to watch
as your begin to scurry
run slippery trails
with all lights separated
so distant

The birds now taken to air
fly high behind
laughing
they talk in human voices
so charming

to hear rumbles
they speak so disdainfully

insults your soul
parched dry till
one ember sparks
catches

Runs the entire length
of the yard you keep
jumps in leaps fences
you counted on so
to crawl

Missed MomentsThe tender feelings
you harbor bold and dainty
prick your innards
with steam

blaspheme thoughts
originality

They not covered
when they say
how could you not
include me.

The swallow dives
in his spin
sees a world in chaos
momentarily
blisters the sound barrier
for which he's made
does not hold in reserve
any feathers for show
but tugs them hard viciously
wind his peril

Alone at night I cry
shed those inner chocolates
reserved just for the holiday

moments alone that shall never come
reserved for my imagination
hidden cupboards I insist
to be filled with finest foods

They rot always.
Justification for noninvolvement
the times I up and walked

from the moment
of ecstasy

Heats Of My Private Place
'Your statements
fly to me
on the crimson
of your breath

that little river
only you know about
found
in secrecy

nurtured
and drunk
its milk ..

The seas bright there
with moons hanging so low

You walk long grasses
consider from your spot
events
that took you
today

Your feet luscious
in the silken mud

you wade
talk to breeze
that hear
fly closer
and elite upon you

its cloak a
guardian always
to find you
and be there

Your eyes see
too the tower
of the volcano
that spills
red rock

some
yellow
steaming
makes its way down
to the trees
that readily collapse
ignite to a halo
of more flames

several seeable
in the background

with their smokes

A regular
inferno

with flames that leap
to heaven
you there clathed
in that purple jump suit

oodles
of garnets and rubies
now strung together
out of frog gut
their carcasses litter so
lie about:

the remnants of your art
learned
not perfected

It is calm
with the sheered heats
that blast
as winds
so continuously
as clouds
that fill
an empty sky

Your walk graceful
upon the heaps
of skulls
you buried

most face up
with bony sockets
that are your sidewalk

attest to the fact
that it is lonely
in your secret of places
sometimes
when all cannot be seen
nor appreciated
in love

The other hills
splat
fire
open to yield more flames
molten rock
added
viewed full vision
now

The flames
fire
and you

you red hair waves
like several flags
mixed
in chambers
of blood

and sweetened
smokes

your crystal eyes
light blue
show their centers
that are pelicans

they dive
from heats
to fields
that burn

so charred
from the heat
an no man
be there
with you

The Long Cry
You cry
irregularly
with huge sobs

catch

your breathe

this midnight hail
storms
breaks windows
in our lives

I see you
sit
take position
at last

done with my walk
stretching
pulling my hair
to listen
with no answers

you look
so bloodshot
plead more
for compassion
endless

with rivers
shaky
that threaten
to turn into hydrogen
oxygen
they desire
to escape

so no more
water shall be spilt

you walk
clench hands
again
feel me

and my heart
exclaims
your own bitterness

this and you
begin
to cry

Stepping

I step into the whirr
of the dead;
a door I had approached
knew ..
knocked so unevenly

not yet
entered

Save now

I come with you

In the heat of
your imagination
or soul

that sees
the waters flow
black and ugly;
they grunt to themselves ..

an area I can only
stick my head in

it calls
in its magnetism

I should come
soon
meet them
pioneers that have journeyed
this magic line:
hall of eternals

where horrors frighten,
the views long and black
contain
light flashes
as if in
a darn good fall

completely in
from behind
closed
and sealed
latched
forever

The smoke rumbles
marked by certain screeches -
oh so innappriate
they seem, but
go on,
a lost locomotive
without any reason
or balance

its mirrors
see
like a diamonds

or bee's eyes
with all
the spec's accounted
for
each cell of the comb
unique

the mini information
recorded as any other
cocoon

sealed
not foiled
the naked ness of my spine
is so
undisclosed
now

The Cage
The tinsel
makes it sound from
this vantage, a -
dark eerie time
for the Christmas tree ..

turned off
and
the fire low: sees
me, knows
my thoughts, whispered
deep obscenities

only he
and I know
in this moment
of night

I see you enter
as a light
fog
the brews foreword

absorbing
even my
reflection, your
eyes in motion like
some still life
event apple
pies
without the tin

chewed
rusted

you slither

I had known you in
much better days, when you
young and
fluorescent beam
ing with those ideas
you cherished ..

the radiance as the
rising of
the moon on some
dismal Tuesday when the
shudders have to be tied
cuz
the wind has
forgot his mercy
you see,
me ..

Weigh the items
so closely held,
that need
your attention;

bellow
for love,
etch in the walls
of insanity
that thou art

thou

and thou
alone

Supreme sister

A tinsel
too that hangs
in its vibrancy

in the wind

soothing

just
the moment,

Intriciscally woven
in your spine

motions

of your soul
now flutter

like some reddened flag
that drips
your very insights
alone

and shuddered

inside the cage

Each Step

If you can hear
it, the grasses
warn with their
tiniest of violin
playing

squeaks
their best that a
serenade is not
around the corner

The birds
in their awkward
flight attest to
the will that the winds too
summon deepest clouds soon -

entrenchment of their
savvy upon all an
unsuspecting world,

With bees flight
so predictable -
Not;

They flight

the mornings blues
with razor stingers out
now,

and hands with
mittens; they are needed
to handle the barbs
growing each sweet
flower

I walk the mounds,
turn my head,
like some great
Ode of Colossus

turn once more
as if made of stone ..

I see all
with my eyes
of pure granite

They are round
and well hued
feel not the glow
or warmth of tears
but every ready
to be
unleashed whipped from
their sockets as some great
throwing
instrument upon the forces
that hem
me

With feet of thunder
that crush even
my foes
and friends I thunder
the heavens knowing ..

I am fragrant
and invisible
a might unleashing
turbulence
with each step

of my uncut
nails

Sudden Deep

The sound
of your heart pulsating
greed its own that comes
to me
on the floor like a fog
of
carbon monoxide
seeking to exert
its final will harbored

I thought I left it
tightly in the can so sealed
like all my other witnesses
alive but
not

I stayed my distance warned
by the glitter that spread
your eyes too sweet
the sugars hanging
like a mound
of rock crystals,

blazon salt, hung before the
hungry that had
eyes that sought to engulf all ..

Said to me as tears
that lie the spiders eyes
is this really all for me ..

the thoughts
just
too kind and I
who sat alone in this tiny prison

You teased me
so lashed the goodness tied
to my own heart like some
snapping bull
whip you spread time and
time again for
me you desire
always to flake
the skin autograph
my back so deeply

With your glandular
sweetness you kept for just
company, the heads
of all your friends so
neatly placed upon the mantle ..

O'er the fire
you kept always burning

its sparks ascend like some
grand resurrection the chimney
stenched with hells blackness

a ready gulf
to escape

With gentleness you lure me
tap the wand that speaks
glow the "tri
megeton" and
whisper

On seas talk
sullen waves so frothy
it is now time to wit
ness be alive in the
sudden deep

Parted Love

The flutter
of the bats is
high pierced shreds mo
onlight in its
flight ever
glowing it
scatters my most har
rowed charms see
ing you there all
eyes a hum

Hearable
emanating from your lovely
exposed
chest as you
come toward me
of course,
dead

And me now
wondering ..

We had dated
in the fall
of June,
a most provocative time
in this
sector
of the world

the trees brimming
with leaves to fall
and you elegant
playing
in the yard
with words

I love you

,so often
with puckered lips
and a smile

like frayed

cotton

dainty

wisps the wind
to seek a home of course
you did not know
really
you'd find
one

And the canoeing
trip just bitter
(so hard to fathom)

as I
reached to have you
claw my
hands the rocks to
hard to hold

the dis
ena
bled cracked boat and so
I lost you

And in the shores
I wept
till waters
parted and you like
I said exposed yourself
again walking
up the beach with
out the love
I had
know
you

Fury Of The NetThe spiders flurry
ring chords in
bongs heard

seep the line
to you

so vile

a deep

splendor

I walk
tow my life some
times deep and sometimes
the strife a nightmare

as spiders

Twill and knit their rope
to hang
me ..

Dangling from spice
that sees the
drip they scur
ry so close with
out a sound to whisper
my name
a
loud

With glowing
beads of reddened
eyes they sing
songs to me

before the rack of spice added
and seer my veins from pumping
more till stricture encloses me
with that choke I f
ear

RudimentsThe air
of my lungs spun
up like
miniature harpsichords

playing

harps that
clank their
evil tones so crit
ically

time after time
till I anger

breath
the lust I buried
in areas too deep for
me to reach

rotting
the soil from whence doth grow
the most evil
of all conspiracies
and I am smattered never
to grow a
gain

You walked the halls
when I first met
you glance often
to me

say the chimes
that beg to be played
a melody that crawled the heavens

like some
jaguar snake
of all its own
making and
me afraid to say:
I knew it all the time

Hence the clanging
of the ongoing monotony
from day to day living
in the rudiments
we dare call
life

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