Slithering and crawling
the serpant is calling
the serpant whose eyes
will turn you to stone

they're evil and dire
and burning with fire
they'll frighten the devil
and rattle his bones

the serpant of envy
of chaos and loathing
do not speak its name
if you'll keep your tongue

if you love your life
best be sharp as knife
or you will be sorry
with fangs in your lungs

and the fangs are just deadly
like a poisonous medley
that slowly and slowly
will put you to sleep

its scales are so blackened
its venom yet darker
the venom will calm you
through your veins it will creep

but hush now my darling
the serpant is watching
be scared of the demon
behind you it lies

stare deep in its eyes now
you'll stare at your death
as you lose your breath
no one hears your cries

The Sun is eclipsed, for how long? I do not know
It used to be warm, cheery and a source of energy
Now, just blackness, bitterness, and an ugly taste in my mouth

The darkness has been my enemy for most of my life
Unable to share the reasons this is for fear of it taking over
My dreams try to clean my mind as the inky black eats away at me

Praise, compliments, hope, prayers, and well wishes work against the eclipse
Honestly they just don't break through that evil and vile black
You might wonder why, but it is something that must be felt not told

It is soo dark the ring around the outside is blinding but it lights up nothing
Self-doubt, Self-worth, Self-esteem, feelings of being ****, desireable, all being slurped up with the thick dark energy
Words, words, words, and more words they don't begin to help

The glimmer of hope is squashed with one word from him
I have become a married girlfriend as she becomes a girlfriend wife
How ****** up is that?  Do you not see?  I cannot breathe as it suffocates me

The eclipse is not an eclipse at all it is him cuttting off all light that makes me thrive
He makes sure I am helpless to fight by making sure I am numb
It is a mind **** for sure that I cannot see

I work hard to push the thick indigo away
It is brought back with one word, or one look
Offering help with one hand as the other stabs my heart

I pray and show strength for our child
Needless to say she knows the truth and says I am not hiding it well
What the hell am I supposed to say when he leaves to go out with friends?

Her tears feed the beast that burdens me
The fears make it stronger and more overwhelming each day
It is winning can't you see?  Taking over with each passing hour

The nights I turn and reach out for him
Night after night the rock always there
Now it feels like quicksand ******* me down

I am numb, why can't I fight?  What is stopping me?
Tell him to get out they say, Make him leave
If I do that the murkiness will turn to something worse

The cimmerian shade looms day by day
His words are from a serpant's tongue trying to have it both ways
I am being consumed by something worse than incurable cancer
It is taking all of my independence and ****** self confidence away

SMACK
Yes that would sound good, as my hand met her face
I ask myself what has this world come to when a young woman's parents think it is ok for her to break up a solid family

You ******* ***** Jennifer
STOP
Tell Him to go to her and learn that the grass is always greener when all you do is play, no responsibility, no bills to pay
He is the idiot not you
He is the one breaking the vow said before God and all
Let the darkness consume him and chase it away from me*

If only I could say all of that but I love far to much
Crazy I know, as I watch the concealing darkness consume me*

Don't let this happen to you, hold on tightly and keep faith in your heart

_______________

I realize this poem does not make a lot of sense.  It is very cathartic for me.  I don't expect anyone to like it or say it is any good.  It was just something I needed to write and get out of my mind.  Thank you everyone.

The thunder tells the story
Frail laughter and frail glory
Of my mighty love
And my mighty jealousy
Hear the whisper beyond the crack
Of lightning and rain and howling winds
Know the body of whom I long for
Beyond the miles of our division
The distance too great for warmth
For hearts of passion and a wild side
Take me in your arms I plead
Let's see a sunrise wrapped together

The rope was sturdy, stout and thick
the room was quiet and still
Outside, it drizzled, and so a crow
flew to his window sill

The crow peered through the grimy glass
and saw him lying still
as if he'd frozen, fixed in time
devoid of strength or will

He saw the crow but turned his face
away, as some folk do
at the sight of faintest hint of life
for life is what they rue

The boy sat up; his face still blank
he seemed so calm and cold
He looked at a picture on his desk;
perhaps a friend of old?

Perhaps he viewed it every morn
but who would seem to care?
Perhaps it gave him strength to live
perhaps she's no more there

And if the crow could comprehend
what his beady eyes perceived
Perhaps he would have shed a tear
at what the boy conceived

For in moments he would take the rope;
the rope that's stout and thick
And tie an end into a noose
as the clock would cease to tick

The rope, suspended high enough,
the boy stood on a chair
He wore the noose around his neck;
like a necklace of despair

In a moment, all that's good will die
as it does each dreadful night
No one would mourn him, but the clouds
will rain the tears of plight

The boy took one last look of shame
one glance of deep regret
At the world he hated with disdain
at the night; so cold and wet

His gaze then fell upon the crow
who watched him all this while
His lifeless face for a moment gleamed
and almost cracked a smile

He kicked the chair away from him
and felt his feet in air
the noose tightened around his neck
that necklace of despair

His body thrashed about in air
and quickly losing breath,
he saw a flash of light erupt:
the messenger of death

The tickings of his heart would cease,
as did the hands of clock
The rope - the serpant - squeezed his throat
and left him stiff as rock

On the sill, the crow let out a cry
I wonder what it meant
I wonder if he sensed the gloom,
or heard the sky's lament

And I wonder what the boy endured
in an age so ripe and fresh,
to wish for death and hate his life
that dwelled encased in flesh

The rain now stopped, the sky will clear
to await the light of day
And the only witness to a lonely departure,
the crow: he flew away

Endure into the golden room,
The promised land, the sacred tomb.
Disclosure, in the hidden room,
Time is dying, you will too soon.
The serpent is psychedelic,
The serpent is strong,
The serpant is holographic,
Endure into the room.

You made me believe in love, in her power and her grace. I freely gave you what I had and you threw it in my face. I didn't think it could be true but you had me at hello, I devoted myself completely to you, I loved you more than you could know. ***** chewed it up and ate it, spat it right there on the ground. And there at your filthy feet my heart and soul I found. You're a demon, you're a serpant, you're a lying, two-faced troll and what's coming for you is big and bad and it wants your blackened soul. I'd say run your heart out but I know there's nothing there, you're just the Devil in a skirt and heels, pure evil with great hair.

Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come
but that doesnt faze this thing
welling
that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart
my love
because it gives me conviction when you are weak
it gives you the loving that you seek
and yours
like chemistry
it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet
you are my sorrows dry
the tear drops from tears
separated from thier highest fate
transmuted from young coal to old gold
you bring something with you
with that pride welled up in your heart
ike a wise kind serpant
that only seeks to help
only seeks to pleasre it self
to helping me
and those who are comming
you have the ancients in those eyes
considerable, and powerful
they recognize the same power inside
me
I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here
but without it
I wouldnt be here
it would die whith te last morsels of my heart
to a kindly but devious part
Ive been called from the old story books, then
when the gods were our best of friends
but now I am here
in a world that is no longered catered to
because of fear
the children are blind and weak
and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked
with shoulder bones of gold
you reached into me
and saw something old
saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful
decreppid and old
not that Ib havet
havent felt the shiver of the cold
by my own small fraction of foolishness
because I listened to what this life had shown
but all the while I thought of you
even while others ran me through
this same kindness isnt wasted on you
it gives me great pleasure to do
all of this for you
because you dont look down on me
yu see yoursef in my glee
and I see a young god
with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains
like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame
the wisdoms and truth carried in your name
you make love to me
my wounds you clearly see
My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me
my spirit is wise
and its beauty
its heart
its demise
but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs
I am recognized for the creature I really am
not the kind to still be walking the land
but with your face in mine
my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated

by your firm touch

your firm kiss

upon my soft halo

we are

the same creature

Felt like running away yesterday
but there was a bridge to cross
but there was demon on the way.
he asked me about life
I told him,
"Come with me, I'll show you.
He followed me.

Then the roads diverged to two
There came a nymph
She wanted to know about life
I said,
"Follow me".

I had to cross a river
In the boat there was a fairy.
She didnt know about life.
I asked her to come with me.

Yes, I passed all mountains, tredges, deserts and forests
came with me
A mermaid, troll, centaur, serpant
all those who didnt know Life
and tired after a long run
the asked,
"You didnt give us the answer"

I just said
"cant you see
This is life
Its just running away"

burning with rage
They tore my throat
and as the blood gushed out
I was still thinking
"Am I not right?
"AM I NOT RIGHT?"
but I had finished my race
and won my reward.

by Arcassin Burnham





...And when the sun has shined,
back then,
really had alot going for me at the time,
she was the only one that stayed on my mind,
and just to find a sence of chance,i was so blind,
to see that she could never love a boy , with a blank life,
suicide whispered in my ear at the hands of my story,
fled off my tears , and took all my glory,
and at the time,
wasnt cool enough to tell tall-tail stories,
but i had many things, to please them all before me,
misunderstood black kid,
searching for a purpose,
cause his mother utterlly kept secrets, to keep him nervous and hurtin'  got a long road ahead , but you gotta watch the serpant,
man , i  dont want to live ,
closing down the curtains.

I was born under great open skies,
Brought up with the smell of coal-black smoke
Hovering over the family farm.
I grew as distant sounds of whooping
Echoed like thunder across the land
And I was raised on bias, which clung
To the white men of the Black Hills like
Their guns, their religion, and their homesteads.

Those Hills are no place for me.
Look at my multi-colored dress, the
Multi-million-dollar stage, the
Multi-colored lights hanging over me.
This is my home. I thrive in this place.

Gone are the chiefs and their headdresses.
Gone are the dream-catchers and stories
Of battles between Unkthei, the
Serpant, and Wakinyan, the eagle.
Gone is Crazy Horse, always wily
Like the winter fox.
All cast off for a new life of bias.

I make the formula that nurtures
Bias in every little kid’s mind.
Every day’s the same. I spew my words,
My angry, petrol-soaked vitriol,
Which deludes their minds. They’ll be
“pigs” in the not-too-distant future.

In a way, this life disappoints me.
The trailer homes of Indians were
Run-down and forgotten about.
They lived lives of quiet desperation. No
Spotlights shined on their struggles.
The men who killed their kin were immortal.

But pow-wows in South Dakota were
*****, dingy, and dark, yet they were
Attended by many a native.
The farms were barren and gray,
Stockpiles of grain long gone, given to
The plutocratic hands of Washington.
Aunt Ida clung to this world.
Aunt Ida is dead and forgotten.

I was raised on bias in the Black
Hills, and I will stay biased for the rest
Of my days. Why would I give it up?
Joseph, the great Chief, never know
Such a life.

Hatred Doesn’t Make You Cool I’m Keeping It Real Tonight. No, Hatred Comes From Satan. What you should pursue in life is love. Love that comes from heaven by way of Jesus Christ. Thugs use hate to demonstrate their pride. But pride was the chief downfall of Satan. We need to join hands and start to really love each other that which is spoken of in the bible. We can start by honoring our mother and father. Then spread the love out to your neighbor. See friends it started way back in the garden with Adam & Eve. For the serpant Satan deceived Eve into taken a bite of the forbidden fruit in the garden. Ever sense then mankind has rebelled into a cess pool of sin. Satan wants you in Hell with him & he has his demonic henchmen doing his bidding for him. Friends give your heart to Jesus Christ let him take first place of your life. You will all be richer & blessed for it.

A complacent snake in the grass has a venomous tounge
He's coiled and clever, and highly strung
Compressing self-worth into a form of bigotry
Where on earth is this vipers dignity?
Claiming deniability as he chokes on  all resolve
A flaky body of conflict who thinks he has evolved
sheading the flesh with a promise of lies
These delusions have overgrown
Snakes do not possess a backbone
Corrupting good nature he still can't follow through
Pigeon hearted little serpant, is that really you?
Devouring your own head in means of escape
We see the lies are now taking shape
Loosing front while you slither on  through
Short on the ***** now what on ever will you do?
If you lose your face, you'll grow another two