She wears a cameo

Pendent around her neck.

of her departed mother

above her breast...



Forever near her heart,

etched in stone,

love never lost,

or shall she be alone...

Hiding within her own shadow
she creeps along grasping for the wall.
the chain tugs at her ankle in excruciating pain.
no longer in her own mind
she wanders...

Where am I ?  how did I get here ?
she escapes into an obsidian realm,
with which she can breathe.
hiding in the Beauty of a ghost,
disclosing reality to one alone...

Routine constitutes life,
shackled by love,
bound by a quill
losing her will...

Rising from the dark,
no longer to hide.
she is a beautiful thing
this rose will confide...

Life anew upon her broken parts
she now has reason
interjected reality
hope
a light...at the end of this tunnel we call life...

the shelf in the corner
of my room
comes to life and starts to loom
it slides the halls...and scratches the walls
it looks for life....and breaks my *****
it lives it breathes..it talks to itself
it killed my cat...and nearly my wife
my shelf at night it comes to life
i want to end this terrible sight
it goes back to sleep at the first daylight
this shelf of mine...that looms at night
it makes the noises...it gives me fright
i want to live...i want to fight
this shelf of mine is now for sale
i hope it leaves
i can not fail
please someone buy this beautiful gem
before it takes my mind again.......

money it seems......has little value
men will die...i'm tryin to tell you
its true what they say.....money is evil
grown men will cry
and jump from the steeple

rich get richer...and the poor they are dyin
there tryin to work....and just keep on buyin
we over spend it's our nature within
some of try to pretend we don't sin

we gamble it ...burn it and throw it away
this little green paper...with presidents say
you don't have enough..and you never will
it's the nature of the beast....this funny paper bill

how can you make...both ends meet
when you have no money..or nothing to eat
i lived in a shelter...and saw men shot.....for a simple thing..called a ten spot

money is known..to ruin a nation...it's done it before..
without hesitation..

it will never end...its bussiness at hand
the dollar bill will always stand....
you work your week...and cash your check
just to sigh and hand it back

we invented an item...that criminals want
they will take it at gun point
and you will be shot....

money oh money...what is your plan
will you ever stop shrinking....or killing the man...
cash is not king....because kings are great
money carries with it...so much hate..

i ******* and moanin as you can see
but if i win the lottery....
you'll never see me.........

I removed my being from the depths of her warmth,

delved in deeper yet again...

a relentless tightness like I've never felt before.

My hands grew icy cold

as I looked into her unmoving eyes.

a single tear rolling toward her cheek...

Dead she was...

I was compelled to make the final push,

always finish what you start.

I composed myself, lit a cigarette...

hollered to the producer to call an ambulance and roll tape.

Another good swig of Jack Daniels and I continued...

Lament
Lament for my ****
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Acquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery
Stripshow... (Jim Morrison)

Your razor wit
slices the air
an unleashed firestorm
of degrading expression...

Words that mutilate the soul
my very existence
the essence of my being
you've poured gas on my love...

You stand
match in hand
consuming me, devouring
taunting, annihilating...

****** my mind
my body, my soul
throw the match coward
I'll see you in hell...

The two hidden cameras caught it all.

it was midnight, time to close the store.

he slipped two twenty dollar bills in his hip pocket

as he counted out the register...

As he dropped the days receipts into the floor safe,

he was thinking...

he wished he'd never borrowed that forty dollars from mom.

As he stepped out into the cold night he felt the pelting rain hit his

face... he turned to lock the door and felt something cold

and very hard press into his head...

"gimmie your money....now"

I have no money...

"Im not playing...now"

here...it's all I have forty dollars.

"broke *** *****"

He never heard the gunshot, as the bullet deposited the front of his face

onto the store front...

Karma's a *****...I should of paid mom next week...

As the perpetrator turned and stuck the gun back in his pocket,

he thought to himself...finally...I can give dad back that forty dollars I owe him...

i

I speak my mind in rhyme;

Disintegrating evil on obsidian wings
hell bent Raven no longer sings...

Vaporizing hate, sin and greed
Devil's invasion fills our need...


ii

Raven responds in prose;


I am but a messenger, deliverer of terror, a dismal speck in a sea

of wrong doers. you all have created me with your deeds of

hatred. I am but an innocent bird that was born to sing of

love, freedom and hope.

I was chosen by evil itself, and now you destroy me with

your words, your interaction of good.



iii

I speak my mind in rhyme a second time;


You shall return back to the dust which you came

spreading your words of dread in the Devils name

you'll no longer bask in Satan's game...



iiii

Ravens last prose before his demise;


One day you'll see, it's not me, you're all doomed

I simply deliver what is asked of me. a hired hand if you will.

a deal made long ago with the shadows. the lurking darkness

for which i was drawn. in hindsight i shall never of landed in

the hand of evil, but.....

I became famous

long after I passed

now that I'm back

I'm writing at last...

My disciples are many

your stories are vast

the language has changed

but my words still last...

You liked "The Raven"

I clearly see

"The pit and the pendulum"

I enjoyed thoroughly...

Keep weaving and twisting

my lasting prose

I'm working on a new piece

called the "Black Rose"

Darkened soul

amongst  shadows

fire dancers

apparition to ashes...

Sulfuric redolence

bodies undead

nightly cold breeze

voices in your head...

Noise in the attic

slamming of a door

creaking on stairs

footsteps across the floor...

Under blankets

shaking to the core

wondering what you saw

There's nothing there at all...

The years have traced her
like an eternal Goddess,
her beautiful lochs fall upon perky *******.
each curl an unfurling strand
in a silver streaked mane of madness.
gorgeous, divine, flowing gently
In the rhythm of her movements.
shrouding her pretty face,
cheek bones high, smile wide,
The hair of all hair lives, gives,
demands my breath, I freely give.
only an occasional glimpse do I so treasure,
silvery sheen, sun kissed, so blessed,
gorgeous...

Darkness falls upon Octobers eve
I walk in the shadows of madness, my mind dragging behind me
in the congealed pools of blood, I can't move my arms but to rock them back and forth.

A nocturnal beast clawing at insects like an infectious disease,
wading through the corpses, stumbling on rodent gnawed bones,
"creep" playing over and over in my head where my mind once resided  like a broken record player.

Bumping my head into liquid walls, hugging myself and giggling,
"where have all the trees gone"

Thick wire enforced glass plates. peering eyes playing peek-a-boo
like a boxer dancing the ring with no arms,
I just saw my brain fly by with Angel wing attached, the devil himself
in pursuit holding a pitchfork.
I see a purple worm coming up through the cement floor,
he's wearing a sign..it reads "eat me I'm what's for dinner"

Buckles digging into my back like alien fingers retrieving samples
of madness gathered into a little vile marked madness.
a black widow spider hanging in the ceiling corner snickering...
"you're next"

I see Ted Bundy. he's leaned up in the corner, Bald. his head fried to a crisp, **** Electric chairs.
"What Ted? no...it's my worm"

~Singing~
I could whittle away the hours...stop and smell the flowers...if I only had a brain...

Blood drops drip one at a time onto my cheek...from where?
I have no arms...no mirror..where does it come from?
I remember the sound of a high speed drill and the stench of burning bone like at a dentist office.

My god...a lobotomy, they have taken my mind...little do they know...it's been gone a long time...
as a matter of fact...it's flying around here somewhere being chased by the devil....

we live a life ...so short and sweet
to meet the god ...who made us meek
we live to die
this much i know
our time is short
so is the show
we live to die...i say again
prove me wrong ...if you can
enjoy your blessings ...while you can
there is no time to understand
we live to die.....it's just a fact......
you eat and sleep...and break your back.....
you here me now...believe me later
all this time ...we **** ..like slayers
we live to die...we can't change that ....
its newtons law
its just a fact......

i stare at the cieling
can't see much
except the vent...for heat and such
the floor of the attic ..creaks a bunch
am i losing my mind....am i out of touch
im scared to death....because it's late
no one around
to share my hate.......
the glow of light streaks through my door
theres some one walking across the floor.....
i'm now in the fetal
there's no way this is real
if all are asleep
who is the creep
walking the attic....in its bare feet....
noise getting louder...i cover my head
almost wishing i were already dead....
the shrieks and the moans...cant take any more
please mr. ghost
this is no way to cool
oh...moms waking me up
it's time for school....

Dirt of the Devil stains my soul,
monsters invade my blackened mind,
horrible hallucinations heighten...

Reality vacated, vulnerable, vanquished,
overpowering lapse of intellect, Imagination, ingenuity,
persistent, pungent.  pain...

You've invaded my being,
you long escape, enshrined, escalating,
I feed your beast, their is no release...

One for eternity,
the darkness is you, the darkness is me
trapped forever,
to never be free...

I miss you so much
my heart still in touch
can't wait to see you
and continue our lust

You have my heart
you have my soul
you are so wonderful
this much I know

To meet will be bliss
our time to kiss
to seal our fate
and become loving mates

share our two hearts
never too part
giving our life
a brand new start

I love you so
see you soon
your're sweet loving ways
to make me move

Good bye my love
only for now
we will love each other forever
and take our vows

The street is quiet other than a insistent
pecking noise coming from the rooftop

**** bird...

He slipped in ever so quietly,
through an unlocked rear door.
pausing just in time,
as to not stumble over a toy fire engine...

He stopped just inside her bedroom door
just for a minute...oh how he loved the sound of the rain,
as it danced on the tin roof...

Then he saw her
just enough moonlight peeking through the window,
to see the outline of her beautiful form under the thin sheet.

He watched with passion in his eyes,
as her ample ******* heaved with every breath.
he moved closer to the edge of the bed,
he could see the goose bumps rise on her olive skin
as the early July breeze demanded attention...

He knelt at her side, she stirred Just a bit,
he pulled the sheet up past her waist to comfort her.
her long brunette locks spilling over the bedside
kissing the floor...

He had all the admiration and respect in the
world for the beauty that lay before him,
knowing she would never betray her husband...

He could only have her in his mind.
or her words, which seldom bled lust.
his desires elude her, taunt her...

Running his fingers through her pretty hair
he leaned in closer taking in her fragrance.
listening to the rain...he closed his eyes
as to dream of her...

Opening his eyes, he wiped away a tear
lowered himself to her ear,
softly whispered...I love you... and kissed her cheek.

He rose from the bed,
breathing deeply as he stared at her husband
lying next to her.

Placing a single rose in her hand
he turned and silently left the room,
missing her already,
he stepped back outside, looking up into the
raining sky....knowing
he can never have her...

As I drive the razor evermore so deep
my wounds getting wider, opening to seep
my arms now screaming
as though yearning to weep
no longer myself, am I able to keep...

A frail soul and a twisted mind
a shocking truth of the altered kind
beaten, battered, feeble and weak
no longer myself am I able to reap...

To exist in torment, not my passion
staying barely alive in societies fashion
scar tissue abound, skin tone ashen
I seek no one, not a bit of compassion...

Hurt as I know it...a comfortable burn
releasing my anguish, at every turn
bullied, degraded and left all alone
when I swing from the rafters
I'll be finally at home...

~My Angel~

Once again I write through the tears,
you're five years gone and it seems like
yesterday we kissed...
I step into our room every night,
our haven, lit only by the soft glow of candlelight.
your perfume lingers from the mist I leave in the
air every morning...
Every three days I replace the red roses and baby's
breath on your nightstand.
We would make love here for hours, laugh and live.
now I sit alone, the tears never end, the thoughts are
vivid and enjoyable followed by a smile....
and more tears. I contemplate joining you, the pain
unbearable unlike any other pain imaginable.
I can't work I cant eat I can't sleep until the
physical exhaustion overpowers me into shutting down.

I miss you so much...
I don't know what to do, it was always just you and me.
I miss the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me,
I miss your soft voice that always soothed me no matter
what the day had brought...
We confided in each other, we knew each other, we
loved each other without condition without bells and
whistles...

I wake in the night feeling the softness of your wings
brush my skin... grasping your side of the bed,
only to realize yet another wishful dream of what was
has taunted me....the tears come again.
What I would give to hold you again, feel your
love and warmth against me.
to kiss you one last time...

our shadow is there
it's always around
when the sun goes away
it can never be found

it follows us everywhere
all over town
its black and its murky
it don't make a sound

it will not come out...on most rainy days
it plays hide and seek...
in the fog and the haze

i thought that i lost...
my shadow one day
then it came out of nowhere
and stood in my way

he circles us daily
to capture the sun
like a vampire ghost
always on the run....

this shadow of ours
it's always been here
no matter what you think
or might even say
you have it forever
during the day

it's always been there
even when you can't see it
its not magic at all
you can believe it......

The rain fell hard, cold,
like pelting pebbles.
yet he was erotically aroused
by it's constant pounding,
knowing what awaits him at the end of the path
he increased his speed nearly falling over himself...

By the time he saw the glow of the most beautiful eyes he'd
ever seen, he was drenched to the bone.
now his excitement turned to uncontrollable trembling,
she was more stunningly beautiful than he had remembered.

A raven sat upon her shoulder, as to say "she's mine"
almost as though he was smiling at me.
the rain only enhanced her beauty, as to give her a
mystical aura about her...

With struggling steps, I inched ever closer to this Goddess,
I paused...she raised her hand and slowly called me to her with her finger.
when I was just in front of her, she smiled and said "I've been waiting for you"

Then he saw it, his jaw dropping open like a marionette
tangled in it's strings...
she was dry, pouring down rain like it never had before
she was as dry as warm summer day.

He stood in awe...her beautiful hair, perfect.
he stammered...How...How...she put her finger to his lips
as to hush him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder, working it up the back of his neck, stroking his hair.
she pulled him closer to her...closer, then nuzzling his neck
she nibbled at his ear, and whispered...you know you want me,

The heat of her breath alone sent him reeling, his mind going in ten different directions, all leading to the beauty before him..
she then pulled his head back with his hair and kissed his lips,
a teasing kiss.
tenderly she brought him back to her lips again,
from the corner of his eye he saw the Raven perched on a rock...watching intently...his eyes deliberate...

She nibbled on his lower lip...parting his lips with her tongue
she drove her tongue deep into his mouth, like her tongue was on a mission, had a life of it's own. he returned his tongue to her and the two stood in the pouring rain, like nothing else in the world mattered.

It was him, her...and that **** bird.

He put his hand to her cheek...and the realm of bliss ceased
as he opened his eyes ..he wondered why he was fondling his pillow...
No...
No...
come back
It couldn't of been...

That's why he remembered her on the path,
he had dreamed of her before...he remembered, last time they didn't kiss...
what shall happen the next time he sleeps....

You tease me softly as not to please
my mind it melts from extruding ******

A torture chamber in my brain
your words to me leave ***** stain

From your mind I can't abstain
my darkened soul has yet to Drain

A dismal fate that love ignores
impossible grace, from ***** chores

The one you seek is spoken for
she points a finger, theirs the door

You return in the dead of night
you know you shouldn't, your mind you fight

Broken vows are not a choice
you refrain from evil voice

You slip back into your deep dark past
stepping over your heart, it's beat it's last...