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!

I haven't been in control of my life in a very long time. Women have taught me to do what they say when they say and how they say and if you follow their rules enough and let them beat you down enough and allow them to humiliate you enough then if I am lucky I will have that one moment where I can close my eyes and shut my ears for moment and lie to myself and believe that because a woman Is allowing me to be inside of her that she actually loves me. I have those few seconds where I believe that notebook is real. I have those few seconds where I believe the lie of I'm worthy.

Shall there be the day
The heart will no longer stay
Will the arms to heaven high
Reach after the gentle sigh

Will death befall passionate love
As war removes the white glove
Will blood spill upon the ground
As the knee bends on the mound

Long after the blood is shed
Love will rear it's ugly head
No matter the cost to the heart
Love will remain a lonely part

Other hands upon the  tangled web
As the flow removes the final ebb
Nothing but dismal visions remain
As time has invoked lasting pain

What is this thing love?
Carried by the bloodied dove
Such a daunting task
Hidden behind satans mask

The world bends at its knees
Screaming with gregarious pleas
Seemingly unforgettable stains
Left by loves horrible pains

Neverending sleepless nights
Scaring the soul with terrifying sights
Searching for the darkest cave
Burried well beneath the deepest grave

What is this thing love?
As they dorn the black glove
Final prayers are said
Just above the silk bed

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

Why did you call my name?
Did you not feel any shame?
You captured my heart
And wantonly tore me apart

You gave me all I want
Now you are an evil haunt
The *** was so Devine
You kept me in perfect line

Your name rang so sweet
Now it is my bitter defeat
I scream for you at night
Only demons come to sight

For my death tonight I pray
There is no reason to stay
A lonely dream that is best
To see the blood upon my chest

As my eyes I close
This is the path I chose
Memories I can't stand
Listen to the angels band

It is the flesh that I hate
In you arms I no more mate
Call not my name you *****
For the blood has begin to pour

They try so hard to save
But the minutes I shave
As the day draws nigh
Gather with a final sigh

In darkness cover my pain
For my life was not in vain
Torturous love only grows
When you realize that life froze

It is with closed eyes I smile
As my feet finish the last mile
Today I love her never again
For her heart I no longer contend

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.

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

The sounds of the worms marching, the thud of foul earth shrouds with a reminder. Where is the angels song? Have the ears grown so deaf? Gentle tickle of the heart strings felt no more. Passion dies in the womb of love. Darkness falls before the warmth of the mornings light. Where is the angels song? Search not the empty soul for the dust of the earth has swallowed the dreams. Emptiness consumes passion. And Passion explodes with the next moments passing. Time halts not, and yet it moves for no one. The sun holds its place and the shadow move not in the heart of pain. For, tomorrow is today and forevermore is only a start, for the grief dieth not.

Oh gentle friend, thy pool of tears collected now turns red. Accumulating a joyous stain upon thy bed. A smile upon thy shame, as darkness prevails. Bringing an end to the endless tales. Gamblers hand, final deal. Bluff was called its time to steal. Away with mockery and shame, no one else to blame.
Sleep my child, close thine eyes. Glory awaits for those that do not hesitate. The words of the fathers curse the path, nothing left in the aftermath. In these shoes they have walked not. Not a foot, not a mile forget trying to bring a smile. Upon thy knees have went many pleas. Oh gentle friend hold thy head and take thy breathe, for upon thy ***** comes a final death. Words come so easy for the sheep but the fangs of the wolf pierce thy flesh. For they know it all, yet their ears have grown blind. Open thine eyes and see the fall. Say not your words for it is was given upon the plate. Served for all to see, the stain is real. Remove thy stain, still it persist. Wash thy hands and scrape thy skin. For in thine heart the stain will stay. Nothing will take it away. If only the ears could see. Oh gentle friend share the tells of agony at the bottom of the well. Only you can tell the story, and share the guilt. Let them know of the nights he was dealt. Tell the story my friend. For in their mind you will always be.

Falling back onto the pillow of nails. Thousands of ravens pierce the evenings flight. Tiny glimmers of hope fading quick, begging the night for no mornings light. Swatting them away as the soul prays, the demons take their turns. One by one they rip and gnaw.  Sleep itself becomes a dream, a fantasy to behold. The weary findeth not the traveled path. Teasing and mocking the tortured soul. Round and round the daggers swirl. The night lingers on. Unable to move, unable to free the spirit, the body fades and slips into a pool. Why must the ravens persist, why must their anger nag so deep. Why do they prevent my sleep. No more could have been given, but all was taken. To the ravens I scream, part from my mind, relieve my soul. The day will come when they shall see. They shall see and feel as i. Let them tell the ravens goodbye, let them feel the empty bones as the night lingers on.

In the middle of the night,
far from human sight.
Lying in the demons bed,
visions of her piercing the head.

Taking deep breaths in the heart,
no longer feeling like an important part. Death is now the only thought,
oh the raging deamons the soul has fought.

Words of prayer beg for the body to stay, but the heart keeps screaming no way!
To the earth is the only place,
The visions seem to pick up the pace.

Endless food placed on the table,
Horses put back in the stable.
All but the tears are gone,
And the lonely silent bone.

Promises and threats went out,
But they all thought he was so stout.
Down by the lonely river bend,
Is where he brought the final end.

Oh lucious demons
Plastering salacious desires
Enticing the soul
Binding the darkest hour

Twisted sheets
Tangled around my soul
Mocking heavens journey
With demons delight.

Fingertips Salaciously tickling
Tender hearts strings
Pleading for a moments light
Gasping for another breathe

Passion embedded
Tiniest of thoughts
Pondering not mornings light
As the night fades to perfection.

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

As the day slips unto forgotten, the darkness overtakes the peace. Serenity slowly becomes agony, and love fades with the light. The angels among us return to their homes and the ravens sharpen their claws. Tightly wrapped sheets tangle and confuse the soul. Reluctantly the eyes grow weary, and the battlefield emerges. Each night she returns to tease and taunt. Reminding the heart that the arms hug a vapor. Prancing to and fro, pacing across the heart with thunderous steps, she reminds of us the absence of presence. Without care or remorse the demons pull and pluck the fading memories, leaving an empty soul. That's my wife! Silent screams beg the night, and yearn for mornings light.

Silence falls upon the screaming voices as the lights grow weary. Tiny beads of sweat paralyzing, vitriolic taunts of the demons dance begin. Puddles form upon the heart, the masquerade covered in the nights blood. Prayers for darkness extend to the fathers tongue. The curse of the mornings light, begs for deaths door. The river follows the burned channel, as agony stains the cheeks. Loves mark, tattoos the memories, and haunts the web. Grasping for something greater than air, loves grip tortures the soul. The light  promenades the corpse to the blinded eyes, as mockery hides the night. Bastille's hold falters not, death awaits before dawn's prize. Happiness squandered with premises of a future. Silence, silence, silence, rocks tumble no more. Padded hope brings a moment's relief.

As the ricochet of your pain has castrated the wind from my lungs, my lips parched and blue beg and gasp. Darkness encroaches and the beasts perch upon my chest. Rivers toppling the rocks in desperate pleas for life. Demons devouring daylights solitude with angry howls and invisible fangs. The Devils nefarious orchestra warming for a perilous journey. Daylight brings not the peace for fear lingers on. Oh but for a moments blink, a tiny draw through the cracks in the claws. Even if only to wet the lips with taste of air. Greed ask not for a breathe just cries and cries for the remembrance of fresh air. Oh but your love has so tainted the Devine equity that filled the lungs with dreams. Now each breathe tattoos agony and engrained hatred upon the soul. It is not your soul that is hated. Hatred comes for your lack of sympathy. Why did you not drive the dagger deeper into its sheathe. Planned out your torture was, but sweet death you would not give. The voices they can't hear, but understood they well are. Methodic chants of deaths door and the hinges of pain harmonize as they sing a sirens song. Eleven more days till the fiery carriage arrives. Seductive horses tamping an irresistible call. Into the darkness dust they scatter. Silence and happiness are there gift

Be not deceived for love is little more than the devils parody signing a sirens song. Into the dark the soul freely roams. Wayward winds tugging at the delicate strings of the hearts joy. Words and promises come so easy but fail to mean little more than a turned page. Forgotten promises written amongst wasted wood. Falling to the wayside with a tiny breeze love quickly dies. Words and words, lies and lies. The heart knows no difference, only the pain smothered with a trail of tears. Singing a song and whispering dreams in the lonely ears. Deception devours a life of knowledge all in the name of love. Pain soon overtakes as minutes becomes days and days become years but the hand the hand moves not. Tick tock, tick tock.

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.