"blackheart" poems
Who knows, when His Watch will tell you the Truth
And reveal the Sins he refused to Pour
Mostly when the Priest he tries to Conduce
When in Practice their Ripe Karma does Sour
How you Dive and Resist at the same time
Mostly on Cards you purse and refuse Face
Even if they show Numbers worth in-Line,
If not from the Isles are locked in Disgrace
Yet the Wheel-Friend still refuses this Fact
And tries to re-file this False Document
Even at-risk to be billed a Blackheart,
Booting that supposed Good Sentiment.
Daily, no pause, fold my hands for your Health
If you find Creepy, not my loss of Wealth.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Sensual by Aphrodite gift
Crafted by serenades
Beauty carved by the finest blade
Hazel diamond shades
It’s often said, weakness for elegant grace
Drives the loveliest man insane
Deprived to be nocturnal
Sleepless nights
Cursed in vain
Any man to have you…
Thorns of pain that feels eternal
Magnificently a breath taker by divine
Hallucination of the fibbed eye
To tell such lies
Rhythm of the velvet heart
Harmonies sung so peacefully & softly
Spirits are drawn together
Like two alabaster doves
Loving each other daily & nightly
Ever the moment
Hug you dearly
Love you
Like no God can ever imagine
Look me in the eyes
Can’t we just make life happen?
Lonesome heart
One failure after another
Misunderstood compassion
Misconception for love is lost
Despite of my action
Empty like deep space
Searching from dream & reality
For the sweetest taste
Asking question from the wise Oracle
Will my heart ever find a mate?
Echo’s from the cryptic name
Reminiscing in the hollow mind
Close your eyes
This is all a daze
Smoke with delusional haze
Crossing paths…
Can’t across the maze
Forbidden until time fades…
Grab both your hands
Maybe the next lifetime
Where daylight shows its beauty rays…
Never in all the life times had I lived
Time and century
From one past to present
The future blooms
From the tiniest seed
That grows life
To where our souls might cross one day
In the sphere
Of Gaia
Green plants from the beautiful ground
Blue skies
Surrounded by the beautiful white angel
Look after her soul
Protect her from who they once stole
Care for her
For she brings heart & soul
As the story goes,
The weak & the needy
Dream for no blackheart
Shot by the arrow that purges
Life
Love each other
Never fall apart
As the sunset sets
Silhouettes of the appealing moon
Dream I’ll soon…
Privileged to have created a night
A sea of enjoyment
From the one dream
Failure to grasp beauty
Until now
As if kismet intended to be…
Love each day
As if it’s your last
For one day
Maybe we could lie in the grass
Consume life
For all it’s glory
One day will write a story
If not now
Then a lifetime is worth waiting
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
"The wolf will live with the lamb,
the leopard will lie down with the goat,
the calf and the lion and the yearling a together;
and a little child will lead them."
~Isaiah 11:6 NIV
Black Heart,
Shining in the darkness.
Blackheart?
Black Heart.
Black Heart of Innocence.
The wolf stalks her prey,
Slowly walking,
Slowly slaking,
Careful,
Patient,
Silent,
Beautiful,
Closing in,
Almost,
Almost,
Pounce.
Down in comes.
Black Heart.
The mouse trembles,
Staying still,
Invisible.
Don’t see me,
Walk on by.
It’s slowing,
The mouse tenses.
It turns,
Run!
Black Heart.
Little child sits,
Crayon in hand,
Paper before him.
He pauses,
Thinking,
Picturing,
Imagining,
He smiles,
He begins.
Crayon on paper,
Bright colours,
Swirling,
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
Black.
He draws the truth,
Truer than what he sees with his eyes.
The world within.
Black Heart.
Nimue stands,
Watching over them all.
She smiles,
They are hers,
Her people,
Her children.
Their innocence in hers,
Death and life,
Imagination.
Black Heart.
Black Heart,
Shining in the darkness.
Blackheart?
Black Heart.
Black Heart of Innocence.
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
Blackheart gives
a gun to me
my brother,
and slaps us
my sister.
He says for country,
for security sake
take this pistol
and shoot us
because we are them.
In traditions long
lost to meaning,
I cover her face
to hide my shame,
kick her rib
to mute the pain,
and **** that hole
before life's drain.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
She slowly started to hear what sounded like whispers in the distance, her mind was at ease though. It felt like a bed she was laying on, plush, maybe even extra pillows under her head. Her face ached more than she thought possible and trying to open her eyes made her head throb more than she could stand.
There was a shadow in the distance, a man, standing perfectly still. She could only make out his shape but he seemed familiar, friendly. She finally felt safe though, for the first time in days. The man said something she couldn't understand, then he rushed to her side.
"Clara, you're awake! Finally! It's been 12 hours. How are you feeling?" he said rushed and excitedly.
"Uncle Frankie?" she asked weakly.
"Yes Sweetie, I'm here, you're safe now" he said with a big awkward smile. He'd always been awkward, since she was a little girl, but he was her dad's little brother and she loved him like a father.
"What happened?", she was so confused, the last few days were a blur of fists and guns in her mind.
"Johnny BlackHeart and his crew kidnapped you Clara. They held you captive for days, called us for ransom and demands, said they'd torture you if we didn't comply. We finally found out where they were keeping you yesterday, me and the guys came in guns blazing and killed most of the guards. We thought we'd lost you for a few minutes but George got you out just in time. We're so lucky you made it."
She took all this in and in the next instant all the memories came rushing back, the beatings, the restraints, all of it. She sat up quickly, refusing her uncles hand for help.
"We need a family meeting, now! Get George and the boys in here immediately!" she said angrily.
"What are you going to do?" he asked wearily.
She looked at him like it should have been obvious but she said it anyways, in the calmest voice she could.
"Get Revenge"
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Lashed to the side .washed by the rolling tide
I have traversed the oceans wide.somehow. my cursed soul
Cannot find surcease.
Seasons go and decades flow.
Down, down to the depths we go. A watery grave
I stubornly craved ,no such. Cursed beast.
"No whale. No cursed devil."
Release me to darkness.
To hell and gone.
Vengeance is mine saeth the lord
I Ahab spat defiance.
A wooden keepsake strapped to my knee.
A bitter morsel for mobey **** who bit and spit the cursed zealot
Away to drift.
Now strapped astride.his sworn foe
His soul long dead .sent ahead.
Ahabs sentence
To prowl the depths
To see the unseen.
Fathom for fathom.dark and deep
Never to sleep or feel the touch.
A horrific Dutchman to end of days
To repent for his blackheart vengeance.
Forever cast
Away.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
Black windows
Black skies
And blacker shadows
Cast by your silhouette
I see your death a thousand times
During the sleepless nights of mine
So much it's grown to be a part of me
So much that my eyes only sorrow see
You carry on, drifting through my void memory
Like a ghost walking in the aftermath of tragedy
Until there is nothing left but you
And I am shades of black through and through.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
a cold ribbon of thought
its blackheart birth on the lips
of a madman whos eyes follow the truth
with skyrocket perfection
tell me about this dark thought you keep dreamin
together we can set this sinking ship aright
together we can unsink the dreams we had as children
the cold ribbon looks like a medal pinned
looks like a politicians smile
looks like a madman's eyeball
see the crazy light it gives off
feel the winter's breath in its gaze
entertain me with its song
here it comes again
looks so friendly
but look at the trail of empty lives it leaves
no matter what happens don't let me end like them
promise you take care of it
don't let em leave me an empty shell
gasping for air at some roadside death carnival
tapping my foot to some horrible song
put a bullet to my head so i don't end up like them
here it comes again look out
like some worm of the wasteland
like a smile lie in the darkness
looks like a lover but its a feeder
a cold ribbon of thought
calculating its next move with carefree abandon
look there see that girl
watch as the light in her eyes dies
watch as they **** the life out of her
the dreams cherished make a tasty meal
the hope so carefully crafted just in one bite
come on we can beat this thing
tell me this dark dream so we can unsink this ship
we can get away
slip away in the heartbeat of night
with the grace of the sullen eye
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Morro Bay, like morro rice
you put the black into my blackheart
a scream for freedom
and the call for comfort –
drink me as if I were delicious,
crumble the black rock to powder
and ink me. My teeth
are sharper still
for the desert is dry,
but you had to ask.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
You can write me down in our history books,
Say that I am a star, Say that I am a ****
Some treated me good, an left an impression,
Most treated me like dirt, but yet I am just a introvert,
content with my thoughts and not reality dashboard,
Am thankful for everything that happens,
It's just on simple decision,
to be happy with what I have,
Not for what I desire,
What I should Look like,
What I should be doing,
If the whole world is against it,
Take my head, put on the tower, on the spike,
so the whole human race can see the delusions,
That I once had in life,
No children, no husband nor wife,
just dreams and desires,
nothing that God's or power requires,
but I guess that you cannot be free,
to have your own opinion,
see the whole world truths,
when we all want to be,
Little pretty liars,
just waiting for our lives to expire,
I don't care for religions,
But am pagan at heart,
No training to believe,
just stick to training pigeons,
Happy, looking at Mother Nature Art,
that we are a part of destroying,
making up fairy tail stories,
I hate my own kind, Blackheart,
But bury that lonely mouse,
found in the forest,
with a prayer to Mother,
to let his little spirit,
roam free for eternity,
Let this little body, decompose,
and feed the land, feed the rose,
Prayers to Cernunnos,
the Protector of the Forest,
Protector of all thing nature,
Oh Cernunnos, forgive humanity,
They have lost they way of nature,
though creating power and legislatures,
So don't be angry with all of us,
some of us still love you as our deity,
of nature and all things wild,
Take and care for the spirit of a child,
who died, they passed in undefiled,
They are innocent, don't exile,
Exile those who chose the path that reconciled,
Hear the ones who are true to the land,
True to the animals and true to elements,
Hear our wolf kid howls,
We are the true light child, the one moon child,
You can write me down in our history books,
Cause of the styles I chose, because of my looks,
Hell or Heaven, Exile or Free,
Don't class me, I was never one of those crooks.
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 11:57 PM UTC
Broken poor trash which degrades & defiles.
You lied to the courts, judge, mediator, minor's counsel, & district attorney.
A backstabber, 2 faced, hypocrite, who commited perjury.
A hunchback hammertoed hefer who gets fatter.
You live in a hoarded ***** stenched sty.
Quality is not something you search to buy.
You settle for **** bit by bit.
On your fat *** you sit.
Your ***** sag.
Your a decripid old hag with saddle bags.
You destroy relationships.
You can't form your own friendships.
Your a judgmental, prejudice, anti-social, psychotic, hermit crab.
Your a heartless blackheart who back stabs.
You take what's not yours.
By manipulation, cheating, stealing & lying.
You want my child motherless.
Your an evil diease.
Your thoughtless, your lies don't put me as ease.
You divorced my dad.
You took all I had.
You can't control your bladder.
What I want to you does'nt matter.
Greed you sought.
Your lies I fought.
You spread hate in your old lady disguise.
You believe your so clever, deceitful, & wise.
You have cellulite, verocross veins, & cottage cheese thighs.
A meat loving satanic caravore.
Who slams the door.
Pees on herself & the floor.
Has a greed for more. Always settles for poor. Vendictive evil without a cure. My life is smeared a blur from everything I am & once were.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
to my blackheart
my sweetheart.
im falling apart.
as it begans to flake
i seem less awake.
i feel dark.
my death is only of a step
of a breath!
all i need is of a spark
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
I can feel the riptide of my blaggard blackheart
drag me soulless to an ocean current
that whisks me away without explanation
and you wave from the shore
on sand that used to be yellow,
under a sky that used to be blue
and I wonder where all the ******* colour went,
as I spin in an eddy and everything’s blurry
and I can’t tell where you are anymore
and I try to hold my head above the water
but the surface tension breaks
and it’s so cold and dark in here,
filling my lungs with ice and fire
and still I spin around and around
all the way to the bottom,
walking on seashells as the current
tries to push me somewhere else
but I must overcome and try to push back
but it pushes back harder
and harder I try to push it back
but harder it pushes back at me
so I push harder and harder I push
and it pushes harder and harder it pushes
and I realise that this is my life
and it’s all a dream and I wake
in a sweat from the bottom of the sea
and my room looks the same
and there’s colour and life
except for my blackheart,
that blaggard is mine.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
A beloved nugget of stripes
In patterns of mishap and balderdash
Feigned frameworks and gaudy hips & knees
Overpowered sugar pops, winsome hard cash
They're blondes and fairly vivid, too
Daffodils, Butterscotch, Tuscan sun, and Flaxen yellow
No blackheart is pale nor blue
Just a poor Biscotti hue
Nobody's bonafide, they're just showing off the mellow
Their words are such sharp needles
It burns, it stings, it maims, and it breaks
Narrowed venoms kindled
Maneuver you in a splendor Kaleidoscope effects
I shrieked, "save the bees!",
For they are in a fathomless pit of catastrophe
Flutter thy pellucid wings over the sly seas
Flummoxed between the avocation and the trickery
I aimed, they dodged
Straightforward to the flames and a scant of birch trees
Overdosed in farcical prescriptions,
Engulfed with many bad decisions,
They hushed me down but in my mind, I would still be yelling,
"Save the bees! Save the bees!"
Women are indeed virtuous
Yet, how come some of them became Bumblebees?
Floret power, sweet & sour
An infrequent version of wannabes
No matter how I try and aid,
It would be cheap and phooey
Only savvy kinsfolk will exploit or capitalize
These honey-bees will still strive for the polished trophies
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC