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Date Posted: 19:46:54 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 # 1

In You

The dripping
of you my dear held
high
upon
that cross I have
made seems el
oque
nt to me

I smile show
you the roses
in my hand hope
you
understand finally
in the pain
I have
put you in

You hair is so
wracked not that
vainglorious sheer
sweep
ing gold
en yellow
nor
the pink hued reds
I have see you
die it but must
y like the
chimneys that now
line our house full of
soot's indeed

They dripp
ing a chorus of ail
ing must they be so
high too upon
the roofs I hope
you see them indeed

From this perch I've c
arved of wood nailed there

all
for
you

Your eyes yell at me seem
lost in some end of fore
vervill see
ping with com
passion fin
ally for me the
love so flowing in
deed like
the
rain that now pit
ter patters about
us like
a
field of fresh grown lilies

I smell your life
about me seeth
ing finally like a
ghost fore
seen

as you dim

flutter in
the waves:

The wind high and sparks
shouti
ng agony comes

in diff
ere
nt versions dripp
ing upon the tree:

in
thee

Sweet Smells

Your eyes
lift
long lashes

spikes
hammered
in the night

keep it up

long and
spectacular
like the hairs
that
crawl a spiders back

those eyes
that
see so deep

the tin,
tarnished chalice
that sits
to the alter
glued there
upon my life

full
as you come
lick
lips
bat fury
above

those eyes

come
in
to me
a
bat in
the nighttime seasons

when the whirl
of the haloes
gone

soft red
like the skies
and open
like all funnels

so secret
with songs
I only
dreamt in my silent whispers
secret scorned howls
of era's
gone by

I care not to dream
about
longer

You radiate
all
known plans
and pains
see
all, and court
them

the hidden

a web
that is
so
sticky to live
inside
full
of their silvers
and brightly
colored dews

and slopes
than run so
in all their
crosses -
the cords

I take
drink
and am
so happy
run
these very thoughts
to you

the one
that no one knows

hides so in
the chamber
which
I come

en
vision
all the spice
and lards
nessled
to get
stuck
in
shout
with no plea
surrounded by
the smell
of lucre

chiming

death

Hottest Soup

The soup I made
with your
sins

boils so
lusciously with
hints of pollen in the
air soothes me so;

you,
lying
there quiet,
as I
hop
skip and jump

round

the pourage,

ahhh, so h
o
t: I knew

the days
when you were not
hing had not that
stained "t" nor
tight flared bells
about a perfect wa
is
t

Knew not
hing of AC/
DC or "X" just
knit
ting tranquility and
moments
about
buy
ing you a brand
new convert
ible :

I saw you grow
fill out
so splendidly
it hurt me still
I thought all
must be well since
you smiled sweetly
told
me they just sins to be
eventually boiled in

I knew
the green spec
kles

flashes

the filled the room
from your
eyes

could not

lie
so I
prepared the stew bought
plenty of ginger, ass
orted plain the in
dec
sen
t vulgariti
es

as you flopped in my
vision lost so in
the ravens clouds
whished
higher
and high
through
the universe untold
to seas I see
that wait
ed always
at the other
end
of the skies
beyond
the universe

My Raven

The fall
of
the water streams
are
wrenched

black -

carries
me to
you in
ashes

Carefully
sprinkled about
it some stands
there still
in the water
refuses to
go
away instead spins in
its
cycles forever
it
seems

We traveled
caves in their
inlets often walked
beaches
alone
in the night

The turf
always hard and the surf
so
soft ..

you beckon me
"come lie down u
pon the moonless ..

sky "
breath your songs
like a
spread wing
ever
but not
quite whisp
ered, and
shall we ?

You motion to me across the table
to drink more
wine,

I see it
instead
encircles
your eyes
and of course
the raven still
flies
so high

with tossed wings
spread now in
the moon of your
look at
me

I see red
and dread
to make my only
appearance long gown
ruffled in this
harsh a wind

and the nails
of my feet
enough
to cling
barely
tonight
to you my branch
and only
lover

I am
only
your Rav
en

It is really no bother at all
my love
to stare upon
you -
a she

wolf

long barbed hairs that hang
about
from your
face
also
but still your eyes shine
hence

I know its you

there before me,
sweet with the tears
that flake
your wooly
padded
pelt

I love you
and wish to be with you
though you seem to need
the forest now

more than I
still white
in this satin
milk skin

bays

of the wolves
your
lover too
now echo
thoughtfully

clearly

his name
rings in my ears
and you hear

your twitch
and sudden glances
of your eyes reflecting
the fullness
now
of the
moon
overhead itself
which cannot bear

as the moon
for once in his life now
begins
to spin
weave
a different tale

Wounded Doves

Your lips
protrude, tell
tails in whispers
spoken
aloud
or
silently

Glossed in that
heavy red lipstick
you've smeared
that knows

has reminded me
you will
come near
every night

By the pillow I sleep
watch
you
stand
so near

That soft grin
that blows again
whispers
in nights

of the other
dimension

you came

flew to

stop by
me

curled
asleep

I saw you
stand
in
my dreams, black
and
evil
just to be there

Your open
flowing gown
with no colors
that would
stick to it

just the flames
that alighted
flew, to sit
upon
in
your hands

Your nails
delicately painted
with half moons
that you dug out
with pliers
to show
you knew that
craters lived there too

they also
showed
in your teeth

somehow

you took the time
to outline them
paint all bright
hazy red
in a land
where the twilight
dare not
even think
to enter

with your lashes
the color
of hawkish ravens
that now carry
several
wounded doves
to your nest
full
of hatched babies
for
feeding

Fun In The Graveyard

We knelt
by the
old cemetery so cold
shim
mer
ing in a halo
moon
light cast over
and
above

the iron fence
which encir
cled

With pointed
arrows dotted
regular
ly, and huge
statues of lions
scattered bears
bats too
since it all
deserted
so long ago;

we by sheer
luck to stumble

upon it
and fancy that
on Halloween

As we opened
the metal fence
enough to slide in

greeted by two
gargoyles

that stood
eight or nine feet
tall, cast in
cracked iron

the head lops
ided as the
clouds shifted;
they came into view

haunted us

a few limbs
seemed to
let go

tumbling
to the ground
as they trees swayed
precisely

the same

moment

but we thought nothing
of it
but continued
on unexpected
adventure merrily

One tomb after another
opening
and the occupants
screeching and
climbing
to the ground

With eyes
that saw us
captured us
in stares
so unmoving

anchored so deep
within fragile
psyches

a calling card
that said

you're next
to visit
the tomb,

take my place

visit

places
I cannot
ever wait
to escape
from

Puddles

Paper machete moon
bright
in the morning
sun;

with sparklers
that run
through it
so so
tiny

Like my feelings
you notice
see
with your
light

the other part of me
that sees too,
you
who feeds carefully
on this garden

nourishment provided
in deep
sanctums
of being
puddles
and the mud -
puddles
that exist there

Tamed
by the falling
rain water

that seeps
the cavern

drops its
twenty feet to black

more water
that sits

awaits
like a sudden
spider
for its new
object

live
in this
hidden
pool

the sides rock
escape not
possible

Sky Tears

Stardust is
sp
rin
kle
d not ran
domly at all
through
the stars

They
know it find
and feel it

Slip often
right past
different parts
of the day aglow
on it own light
ing the way for
light
to travel

Hungry sponges
they "crawl" to
any area, be seen
on the remotest plains
of
the
galaxy

Hailing at times
in huge chunks
called the
asteroids
or
as
individual members:

A school bus full,
the comets
and
shooting
stars
that sometime say

"We would like some
attention
please"

Lighting the whole
sky
like some arrow
pierced through it
and the background
of space
a blismark
sun, (blismark - covering
the whole horizon)
commanding
through -

Fortunately
with a radiant smiley
face that warms
our hearts through
and through

Making us confront
any problem
we've had ..

Travel To Other Lands

Your eyes yield another
land the door its
knob presently
present
floats seen in the other
land

As mercury
it will yield
look in my
shades of the
shad
o
w
s please

It utters take
and turns

come in
to this land
I've made

for you;

As we
near exchange
the dainty promises
that loom
in the twilight
that encircles
Venus then the stars of Mars
what ever
others in
the deeper that looms

says
in its declarations
and
tones: we

support

you

Toothpicks

I held the razor
to your
throat merrily
slid the blindfold
on
as you pleaded
begged
sobbed
for mercy

demanded
to know
reasons
why

I took
you
away

that night, me
so hearty a
listener who
took all
in my super
ior mind

made up all al
ong not want
ing to be clut
tered by your
silliness

schemes of
release to tell
authorities I
again on the
prowl

snatching what
did not belong to me

enjoying it no
end now you
my final meal

the campfire roar
ing my toothpicks
lined up

Trapped

the tearing
the stitching
quickly
of wings
midst the darkness
abounded
thick
as the haze
like waters
flow
chilling
sweet

to stitch them
b
four
the moon
wedges
leaves
tender
marks
past the cave

it sheered opening
small
and this place
hell
has not noticed
his fallen

drafts and winds of howls
flame their entrance
through the windy
corridors
jagged with rocks
that flow red
silver
and lime
and his fingers nimble
as wolves
walk near
see with shiny
eyes
that are red
and have no entrance

they sniff with a tongue of cruelty
breath
atrocious
ness
for him
as play
and his fingers are weary
and the moon
slides its slime
over
and he is caught

and the wolf smiles
takes a form
like a man
he himself
and strips his soul

and he
the angel of beauty
into the fire below

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