Tiny wooden box.
Footprint on the rocks.
Whispers to the soul,
Long forgotten goal.

Where was I my friend?
When your life did end.
Hidden in the illusion,
Drowned in the demons confusion.

Be patient and open thy arms.
Soon I will return to your charms.
The path is dreaded and weary,
For of this world I'm found dreary.

Oh but the forgotten times
We were partners in crime.
The ragged heart searches
Remembering songs of churches.

The times in the hills
Buried by too many pills.
The happy dancing squills,
To this day my heart kills.

The day soon shall be,
By my side so much glee.
Let the dirt to the side move,
And from this world remove.

The evenings deafening silence
Surrendered by the screams
Passionately empty walls
Footprints exploring the halls

Darkness on middays' sun
As the tears rob the fun
Empty souls deeper in the well
Devils journey to a patient hell

Tears hidden by the smiles
Unforgettable tortuous miles
Rest not under the pine tree
To the undiscovered country flee

Fleeting kisses upon the brow
Friendship secretly disavowed
Lonely nights plea
As silence comes to be

Cold blue steel lying all alone in the dark. Begging and pleading, pleading and begging to help. Staring at the lonely soul. Unrelenting gazes, silently screaming, calling out by pain. Promising peace and serenity. A single thought of calmness overtakes the dungeon. Closing eyes, visions of days gone by. Thunderous hooves tamping out a rhythmic thump thump, thump thump. Silence mocked by staggering, pulsated breaths. Cheeks washed clean by the salty flow. Bitter taste, unforgettable memories linger on. The cold indentation sends a chill down the spine. Storms echo in the distance warmth overtakes.  Once, stoic chimney now toppling to the earth below. Curtains fluffing, dust scattered with the breeze.  How will they remember the gentle heart? If only they had been a part. Empty chair, multitude of flowers despair. Did love die or get scattered across the sky? How will they remember the gentle heart? What a glorious symbol of art.

What should I write with words tonight?
Should I write that demons dance in flight?
Maybe the stars are no longer in the sky
But, that would only tell a lie

Don't be silly the stars never left the heavens
Although I'm sure I saw a dragon with heads of seven
Those around can't see the end has come
Yet Satan has put my heart under her thumb.

Remember the days that my life was love
Now the winds have made me void of
So passionate was her smile
Now, nothing could be more vile

Through such a tiny void he came
Before long I was the one to blame
Upon the sultry eyes I never laid
All the cards had done been played

Search hard for the fiery grave
Each day is such a close shave
A gentle knock on the doors of death
Screaming impatiently for the final breathe


They all doubt that death will show it's head
I can assure that I will soon be dead
Tomorrow's light is not my friend
Nothing more glorious than the end

Oh the miles she rode upon her back
As my nights went to a deeper black
A few short days from now
And the last rows I shall plow

From the earth will come no seed
The heavens did make the heart bleed
At the days end there will be no harvest
Words spoke louder and louder that I do not jest

As the page turns
And the hearts burn
Layer the clouds ever so thick
Never more have I been so sick

Make the bed upon the hill
And lay the love upon the seal
To the fool it may seem to bend
Yet only one prayer needs to send

The arms will pull close tonight
Finally an end to the horrific fright
Give it all the final seed
For, in pain her heart will bleed.

Tonight as I lay upon my pillow of nails my heart falls into a thousand galaxies. The pain that love has tattooed upon my heart has become more than my shoulders can carry. Thousands of stars have been plastered upon my skies with the words that each of you skatter to the wind. The beauty that each of you my friends share with rhyme and love is beyond that of imagination. My only regret as the time winds down is that of not reading more of each your poems of eloquence. You have bestowed so many pictures to my heart and to my soul. These are images that will bless me with fiery, graceful pictures of elegance until the ends of time. What no one has gathered with these words of my heart is that it isn't poetry. These are and have been nothing more than my legacy. My twisted rhymes and challenges to the hearts brain have been little more than an explanation to those that stay upon the path. My family, I have blessed with letters written with tears and shaky hands. Though some of the words may have been blurred with pain that splattered upon those pages, what was not wiped away should help them understand it wasn't greed or a lack of love. It wasn't against God nor did I lose faith. There comes a day when the rock in the sling can no longer slay the beast. It is then that that the giant and his sword of agony pierces the angels wings. The day has approached for the anniversary that I placed a promise upon the second finger from the right. My final poem will not be upon a page, but it shall be upon the stone that I sat my future and I gave my heart. Upon the mountains dust shall I leave the letters. It is upon each of your sights that I leave my second legacy. For my wonderful friend I found a star tonight. It was the brightest in the sky. I called that star, KimStar as I promised. If you shall look for the brightest star that is the star that I fell upon my knees and begged God to touch your body and heal your soul. You shall have my poem by my mornings light and I will make it shine. Tash oh Tash your heart your heart. No bigger blessing has God bestowed upon us miserable excuses for life. You are truly Gods Angel. You should know a creep I'm not. Tonight your beautiful voice shall I hear as the angels hug me tight and carry me past the stars. Wanmin, I can't even find a place to start. The beauty that you have delivered into a darkened soul have been so gracious. Thank you for the kind words that melted my heart and gave light to my darkness. Oh my God Gregory, tonight you have brought the tears to my eyes that washed the pain from my heart. I had no idea I touched you when you needed it. Be not deceived my friend. It wasn't you that has been blessed. It is I that have been touched and blessed just by being in your presence even for a moment. Your words are genius. Actually they should not be called genius, you deserve more credit than that. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Free mind. I have not finished the poem that we started together, but I shall try to, before……. I am ashamed that my words could never match the words that your heart placed upon our poem. Your friendship….. I can't express my gratitude any more than to say. Wow, you are all heart and your soul is an old soul that is perfection. She writes, oh does she ever write. If her poetry you havent over indulged upon yet, grab your fork and spoon and prepare for a meal that will satisfy your soul to the depths of eternity. I meant every word I said. Your eyes tell the story that your words describe. Put those words upon the page my friend and bless me with one final eternity in your words, but be kind. A poet makes or breaks those that encounter their pen. My friends as I close my eyes and beg God for no mornings light grieve not for life is only what we make it and when the winds blow all that is left is the hopes that you touched a poets heart. One last and final request. Leave something upon my page for those that shall read it after me. Thank you my friends. It is each of you that I think of tonight. Farwwell

What is it that makes them believe they know how I feel. No one has dealt with the things that I have dealt with. They laugh and they mock. They say my pain should be over by now. They claim my desires for death are a sign of weakness and greed. It is them that are greedy. They tell me they don't want me to go because they love me. Well,if they loved me they would let me go. I can't leave my house because of my sickness, yet they go out and enjoy life. I beg them to come by for a moment, but they are too busy. If your love isn't strong enough to come by when I have gun to my head, then how can you tell me I have reasons to live. I started cutting a short time ago. Now, I'm not happy unless the blood is flowing. My arm looks like I ran through a barb wire fence, yet you say I should be proud of my life. You tell me that God is the answer to my prayers. I truly believe in God. But this is my battle and my demons. You tell me he will never put more on me than I can handle. Well, he did. My pain came from trying to love others and make them happy. Now, I can't even die because I need to make others happy. When do I get to do what Marty wants, what makes Marty happy? The only way I live day to day is by emducing pain to live with the emotional pain. I started cutting so I had pain. My counselor said to try rubber bands and ice cubes. She was right they cause a lot of pain. But, it isn't enough so now I have rubber bands, ice, I cut, I punch myself in the head. But her memories won't leave. Tell me how to live. Life isn't about the longevity it's about quality. And, this isn't life

At the mornings call did the ravens tongue fall. No pity nor sorrow from its claws did love borrow. Endless rows of marble all but covered the lie. Stakes and timbers wallowed their way into the shallow ground. Mockers gathered around. On display for the raven to see, the river did flow. Empty veins brought forth little, but much was taken. Coward they mocked. Share thy pain and let it go. Ferocious growl of pride devoured with no one at its side. Stop the cries went out! No more, were the pleas. Within the grasp not a hand reached. Not even one. One knee to the ground heavens home in sight. Withering flowers growing on the parched earth. A silent prayer split the screams. Downward came heavens beams. Silence upon the raven fell, no longer forced to live in total hell. Peace so slow to come but eternity shall it spend. Tonight tonight love did cry nothing left but a gentle sigh.

On a hot summers day,
Happiness refused to play.
I sat alone in the dark.
Remnants of love left its mark.


As from the shadows I gazed,
The lonely heart was left amazed.
Tear soaked knees struggled with the name.
Why did he have to leave the game?


I screamed and I cried,
Once again it felt like I died.
Please! hold me! Dont leave me here!
As my reddened eyes shed a tear.

Written in stone, memories of yesteryear.
Unanswered questions forgotten in tears.
Trodden paths wallowed in the grass.
Memories forgotten as times pass.

How many days should the soul torment?
As the agony continues to ferment.
As one after the other they come by.
Screams are silenced with a gentle sigh.

As before, I reached out my arms.
But, no one saw any harm.
Each name I screamed intently
From my company they parted innocently

Breathe still filled my rotten lung
Even though the final bell had been rung.
Please do not leave, for the air becomes so sour
shortly after the visiting hour.

Over and over,I searched the house.
Looking in all the drawers.
Searching under the couch
Removing the cushions.

I went through the laundry
And took it all out of the closet.
I looked under all the mats,
And searched all the high shelves.

I searched each room in desperation.
Shed tear after tear knowing all was lost.
I called friends and family
Even looked in the dogs bed.

I had all but given up when I knew
I knew I had one last chance.
So if you would
And if you could

Please tell me where you put the key.
The chain is smothering each breathe.
The lock has become so heavy.
And no one has been able to remove it.

I want so bad to give my heart to others.
But, you hid the key.
Why would you do that to me.
Why cant you let me be free.

In the window stands a man, who neither looks in nor out. Upon his chest the weight of the world but, nothing does he feel. The sun upon his face but, the blood runs cold. Her disdain for life and love forces razors into every breathe. Wind blown passion scatters amongst the rocks. Tempestuous flowers lining the path, starving for the water that extends the grief. Tomorrow lives not, yet yesterday never dies. Her warmth and passion lights the fires in the arms that belong not. The velvety green oceans of lust peer into a dessert of agony and pain. Wantononly departing in an iniquitous journey. This pain was not asked for, but your leisurely stroll through the starry night, put the gun in his hand. The knees throb as they quiver opon the cold rock. Gentle breeze parts the hair. Salty oceans topple over the falls. Choking and stifling on the horrific nightmares prevents the end even for a moment. The pain has become a drug, and the arms open wide. Painful contentment now allows a glorious agony that some call sleep. Can this be the end of love?

Scream! Scream! To the heavens I scream! For one drop of mercy, I scream! On the parched earth a bended knee raises the dust. Tear soaked eyes refuse to raise the brow. Rivers of love dissappearing upon the cheek. Not a hand reaches down, not even one. As I scream! And scream! From heaven a gentle beam, yet I only scream! The blackest of hearts slowly dies with each agonizing thought. Darkness overshadows the glorious love. Blood runs cold and washes away with a dissappearing love. Upon the cheek memories fade and the ravens devour the soul. And, I scream! For the return of love I scream! No greater agony persist than that of true loves dagger to the heart. For love I scream! For the final breath I scream! For the shadows and confines of darkness I scream! For silence and a deserved rest I scream!

Oh words fail me not
For there has to be a greater plot
Let my tongue guide the way
So the memory will ever stay

Passionate words twisted in rhyme
Makin sweet love last for all time
Visions and thoughts pouring from the pen
Captured eternity for all men

Misunderstood words upon the page
Captured forever in the paper cage
Stories of how sweet the love
Glory manifest from far above

Never more will this be sought
For hereafter it will only be taught
Poetry and dreams exposed for the sad
Loneliness and love never goes bad

Happy people live for the song
It seems to make them strong
For the notes they plea
In heaven they shall be

For the sinister twister of words
Nothing greater than the darkest birds
Line after line words unite
Such a glorious painful site

Not for glory or fame
Do we reveal darkest shame
Casting a spell for eternity
A brotherhood and forever fraternity

People have a habit of becoming what you encourage them to be, not what you may want them to be.