I play the piano to feel my emotions.

I write poems to see them.

I keep them in so I can ponder on them.

I whisper through my teeth so I can hear them.

But no matter how they're expressed,

All my thoughts,
They're all about death.

So can't you see?
I'm so depressed...

On this morning the sun rises,
And I leave my new bed.
I get up and go outside and the sun is warm on my head,
Oh the warmth. There are green hills in the distance.
I go to the tree and behold the blueness of the sky
And watch the sun rise as clouds are forming.
All is still and overhead a prairie bird flies.
There is a great field of wheat beyond me.
I lie down and relax staring up into eternity,
And I am already used to this.
I look up smiling and I can really see.
I wind up staying like this for life,
And I’ll never go back,
Back to my way of life before this field of grass I lay on.
It's all a vast encounter with nature.
It teaches me to release my fears and troubles to her.
As the golden sun warms my face, all I see is you.
And as its warmth enters my chest and warms my core,
I feel you in that warmth,
Her summer's beginning.

Violent storms a-brew
The cardinal sings it's somber tune
As the air swerves around in the circling sky
Meets gods demand for winds to blow high.....
Trees Bend and twist at its might
For animals fear the destructive sights
Their homes are perplexed by the winds blithe
Watch it howl as white caps built high
Waves that wash over the shores
With wind pound the beach ever so kind....
Wind that flows on my skin
Giving me chill bumps I could not comprehend
I put on clothes to shield its chills
That ever caress my broken battered bones
Push me away from this somber tune
Did the wind do just before high noon.......

Lay with me in this lovers embrace
Let my cold hands caress your face      
My coolness brush upon your lips
Your light will not shine in my eclipse
Feel the fire within this ice  
Take my hand and succumb the heist
Lay with me at your end of days
Let your last breath be the one I take...  
For I am  the reaper of souls  
Tonight it is yours I chose...

Teetering  on the edge
Standing on the end of a chair with a rope around your neck
The tip of the knife poised
Now it's all a real choice
Gun is cocked and loaded
A hair trigger that won't take much goading
Are you ready for this step?
Are you ready to paint with your blood yet?
Are you ready for the mournful screams and wails?
Of those you left behind because you thought you failed
Go ahead,
I'll be the demon on your left  
I'll take away the pain and choices you regret
But in its place I'll give the pain to those dear to your heart
Instead of you, I'll tear them apart
I'm your mischievous demon you see
Where there is dark, there I'll be
Or would you rather me be the angel on your right?                                              
There to tell you all will be alright  
Your pain will stay
Along with the choices you have made
But Those you hold dear      
I will help keep healthy and near
I'll be there to show you light
That in the end you need to choose the right    
Fore the time is now!
Make that choice!
Pick one of us to be your voice..

By: Yue **** Yitkbel

What I adore the least about
The Love of Men
Is but the conditions of our human condition
The endless ends and means unsatisfied
The ceaseless desires to be loved
While Love is never given without condition

If only, it were
-Even if just a mimic-
More akin to the affections of canines
A mere shadow, silhouette
Against the backdrop of the setting sun
Awaiting the return of yours truly
Wagging tails, without fail, holding on to
A silent, not promise, but natural instinct
To be loyal and
Forever consistent with its lordly love

It is love, that if bartered, bartered only with itself
Not taxed with useless decors
As possessions and gains
But only
Love for Love's sake