~Alice Sweet Alice~
Everyday -- Holding Hands
Sunday Dress -- Pink Ribbons
*Her And I*
How can they say she did not exist
This Sweet Girl I Named Alice
The way she looked at me
-her eyes tender green
A body figure I can't describe
Together we played hide and seek
We swung in ways no one could see
This girl with pretty red curls
Who loves the sound of pouring rain.
Together we slept under the same breeze
We carved our names on the same tree
Side by Side it Read Alice & I!
We whispered the day I fell off my bike
Alice sweet Alice, said I look good in bloody red
Every day I stared into the mirror
Alice put her left hand on my right
We share the same identical scars,
under the right and left palm.
The way she held my hand
Healed the scrapes in every fall
Beating from the bullies, she could not take
Again Alice, whispers--- "Kill Them All!"
No one ever said a word,
when she stood by my side
Alice, knew me inside and out.
She knew my eyes -When they cried!
Now I can't sleep,
Since the day Alice, fell in the abyss
Forever conscious in a self hug
--- this is no dream
The rage took place
--- when she left!
This Girl Named Alice, spoke of darkness
Now when I hear the sound of pouring rain
I stare at the shadows on the wall
I allow myself to soak in the abyss of where it started all.
My hair of red, is not the same
These cuts are all that remain
The only clue in which Alice, was here!
Holding on to stainless blade
ALICE SWEET ALICE!
Please call my name!
Why did they say she never held a single breath?
I know she is real, she's existed
Why else would I had let her cut my wrist?
This Sweet Girl
"I YELL FOR ALICE!"
Visits again ---
Who is to believe?
For everyone says
Alice lives inside my head.
The little girl who begs for mercy is away,
her angry alter-ego took her place.
The little girl might possibly come back someday,
But now her eyes gleam red on her fair face.
All the wicked things she said and did,
It was not her but that evil thing.
Maybe the little girl just hid,
Afraid of all the alter-ego may bring.
She is evil, can't you understand?
The sadness, the anger and hatred she gives,
Is it possible to withstand?
But maybe inside that evil thing, the little girl who begs for mercy lives.
Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.
I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.
I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.
Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.
Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.
Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.
Each day on the television news shows
I watch the mothers of the kidnapped
Nigerian school girls as they cry big tears
of sorrow for the loss of their daughters.
I sit there helpless, wanting to aid them
in their quest to locate their beloved girls
and return them safely to their families.
Hopelessness invades the core of my soul.
My God! This is the 21st damn century,
events such as this should not happen
in this modern world in which we live.
I guess the evolution of the human race
still travels at a slowly moving snail’s pace
and that realization hurts my heart and soul.
I say a sincere prayer for the missing girls
and their grieving mothers so far away.
Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.
Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.
All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.
As the sun sets
and the twilight comes out,
as the birds and squrriels are no where in sight.
As the whores and pimps sit on street corners,
waiting for street lights to turn from green to red.
As cadillacs stop and roll their windows down.
I can her the faint cry deep in the darkness,
of dirty gutters and dark, dead end alleyways,
I hear the faint tears fall and hit concrete pavement.
I feel the faint cries of whores,
I hear the sound of backhand hitting face
and brused tissue and broken noses are everywhere.
And the somber tears fall onto pillow cases,
and white motel bedsheets run red with blood
and cheap Italian wine.
And you can her the poet over the radio,
reading his own work for the one millionth time
and you can hear his soul slowly wanting to die.
He drowns himself in smoke and alcohol
the whore takes her pay, or spends a night in a jail cell,
the pimp nowhere to be found,
with a shiny blade stuck deep in his gut.
And the somber tears fall gently on the concrete pavement,
the floors of a jail cell,
tears on the pillow case and tears on a lonesome stage.
Tears never present, but are seen by many,
pain aches and pain takes away,
and I pour one more drink for the whore.
She takes me away,
and I caught her salty, somber tear,
and she crawled into my warm embrace.
I was the one who stuck the blade in the gut of that pimp,
who broke her nose and made her bleed,
with a cowardess and souless backhand.
I walk into the moonlight,
hearing the somber tears all around me,
crash violently to the concrete pavement.
The Earth rumbles and erupts with these tears,
that are shead for fellow Men, and Women and Children,
but we all look at ourselves and smile.
Happy we don't pay rent,
happy we don't have cancer,
happy we aren't six feet under;
But we still all cry,
Somber tears all fall in one big wave
crashing violently on the concrete pavement.
Now the red light turns green,
and the traffic moves along,
the whore is still at her corner,
the pimp still with the blade in his gut.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open,
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning,
I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about.
I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind,
I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open.
Seeing the dark change from dark to black.
There is no moon, there is no sky
just purple strokes of paint in the sky.
Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes.
Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind.
The smell of childhood dreams,
that as an adult never came true.
Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open.
Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you.
Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying.
Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light.
Your lamplight turned down low,
as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber.
Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights,
wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes.
Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds
and awake life to a new dawn.
She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night.
When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning.
Life climbs over yellow mountains,
and meets her fellow compainion
a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego
as I sleep there with my eyes wide open.
As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me,
and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn
at the first sweet smells of dawn,
I can see life go on with the handsome man
and I blind and wanting to go to bed.
I dream of dreams that have no meaning
Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions
tare me down and I am confused on which way to go.
Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake
as life slaps me across my broad cheek?
Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand
and regain my vision of the world,
Start to sleep with dreams that make sense
and dreams that are made of gold and have no end?
Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings
I would love that, and I would love to walk with life,
but she is out of my leauge.
And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping.
So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down.
I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open.
I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning.
I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains
and lay beside me.
I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage
what is left of my spirit at hand.
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life?
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now!
I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles
and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you,
who don't show you love and respect.
Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now,
as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me
my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating
slower this time, not like the days before
and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything,
I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids
that people call, their souls.
Recording a film with no tape,
talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel
Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice
tell her before she leaves
turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love
the trees grow taller, taller than you
and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life.
I cannot see you lose your love.
Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up!
Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning
of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her!
Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness
Reading poetry it makes me sad,
to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one.
People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope
but I am a frightened little jackrabbit
who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love,
not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel.
She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song
She smiles and moves on,
please tell me I cannot fight anymore.
All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye
I need a vacation
to go to some sandy beach on an island of love
and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me
but makes you all fall in love with words!
Fiction about love stories, please kiss me
Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me
I bet twenty, he bets my soul
Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get,
besides my poet friends who kiss my ass
Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty
I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit
running away from love.....
written 28th sept 2007
It's time to turn this around
the answers I have finally found
The minute I looked into your eyes
I immediately remembered, how to be alive
If I didnt go through, all those years of pain
my life wouldn't be the same
Your birth, nothing less than magical, complete power of God's love....
For you shone through complete demonic darkness
ever since, I have been more than blessed
you re-opened my heart
So I could again, play the part
I've been given a second chance
This time round, I wont forget to dance
to love, open and freely
Its finally great to again be me
I've turned my frown upside down
And it's from God's gift, when pure innocence was born
my sixth child, a blessed tiny little girl
All turned down to the worst
as the children lost innocence,
as the bums drank their last breath away,
as the man eating sharks finding their way,
to the over-crowded sandy beaches,
as the man turn to the woman
and gave her a slap across the face,
as the thef steals in the night,
as the coward goes behind his loved ones' backs,
as the oil lanterns spill over and burn the bridges
to salvation and paradise.
Something always happens to the good guy,
a knife in the back in the midst of dawn,
his woman leaving with another man,
he dying slowly of cancer,
or suffering from intoxication of the blood.
Poison. Poison, ravages his body,
oh, how could God let such things happen
to such a good man?
His life work, his social life, his nirvana
all destroied, burned away, turned to dust.
But with the evil, came the good.
Yes with time and time again
repeating itself in a circle of time,
across the crossed faces,
as blue eyed Death smiles
and as the girls grin,
Everything came into place,
Anyway with evil, came the good.
Indeed it had came right to his front doorstep.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend they say.
I know of a story that’s filled with dismay.
A girl worshiped a gem in abnormal way.
Many never believed how she went astray.
Only one man knew of what she did pray.
Now she began her destiny to begin to prey.
Devil’s diamond was her private bouquet.
Daring spells spoke, never served allay.
Universal demons took her soul in decay.
Spells drove her gem to dust, then to clay.
Traces of her body did discolor and splay.
Disheartened love broke, as he turned gray.
Evil will always win over any precious array.
Veracious greed drives away personal cliché.
I know now not to worship any gem or pay.
Listen to hidden words in this poetic play.
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
taste like there's dirt in my finger nail
look at my hand, the others are clean
but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night
...don't know what type of Asian she is...
Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine
....um...what are the other ones?
My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass
I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up
I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean
If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right?
Like the fish I see in the sky
that can't be right, cause fish can't fly
they must be angel fish then...hahahaha
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing
they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me
taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them
I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want
Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground
good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later
I got scared and ripped it apart...
My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it
Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good
and that's the balance of the world right?
Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy
but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth
And people that fall in love have something to live for
cause they have each other, but the evil of it is
they care mostly for themselves so its selfish
...hmm...I think I messed that theory up...
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs
My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by
But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up
and when you usually get up, you have to do something
and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky
even though she never answers back
but I always did like the quite ones
I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself
so I guess that's something right?
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I wonder what that Asian girl is like
Is she shy and smart like the stereo type
If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I hate living, but I love being alive...
Free me, I say free me
from the enternal damnation
of her death grip.
(I have no use, for love with her)
She does not know me,
She does not love me,
For if she would love me,
I'd love her back.
Come now, someone free me,
free me from the eternal hatred
that has grown between us.
I cannot take this torture anymore.
(My heart grows weak, my heart grows weak... I can't breath,
I can't breath. She is crushing my windpipe! HELP ME!)
Listen I do not love you,
My heart belongs to someone else.
Someone who understands the pain I face.
I cannot love you, and will not love you, for my heart does not belong to you.
I pray to everything that is holy in this Godly, green Earth
Free me, free me!!
I say free me from this eternal torment and execute this monster!
(For my heart belongs to someone else.)
Young man born with grace and charm
And looks to woo the dames
With glib, smooth tongue he cons them all
To him it’s just a game.
He rips so many hearts apart
And he brags about his life
Even though he has a wife
His lust still causes strife
And on, he goes, and on, and on
He can’t control himself
He thinks that all these one night stands
Contain a heap of wealth.
Divorce and marriage, same again
And there right at the end
That smoothy finds his world falls down
And he’s running out of friends.
For then his friends they trust him not
And the women learn his tricks
Then he grows bald, and dull, and old
A stale old cranky Git
As loneliness eats into him
He needs folk very much.
Our sleaze be paying all his dues
He’s caught in karma’s touch.
about who does or not does in literature
we meet so many dogs
all kinds of dogs
some with pedigree and those collars
with shiny medallions
or stray dogs for which
leash is their salvation
and their freedom has the effect of a yelping…
for whom saw Hitchhiker's Guide intergalactic
rezistance is useless!
for others it can be a mouse literature.
sitting quietly in the closet
and nibbling on paper shelves.
what's behind the paper does not matter
it could be a trap
and literature not possibly be a rat
I do not know what is about with all the literature lately
But sure it's not the girl in the fourth grade
that girl who runs and
her panties always fall
or her teacher's fault?
rezistance is useless
could be hell on earth
She, she wanders though night sky touching nothing. Silence, just breathe. Salvation walks softly with bare feet. Huntress of whispers. Mother of slumber, I welcome you with steady hands never shaking. My bones only for you. With eyes no one could ever fully express with a mere human tongue, she spoke… leaving all things meaningless. Memories are ashes and moonlight is clean. Such solace, just breathe. Sleep deep in oceans of dreams, and you’ll find me there. In Fathomless blue, MY bones only for you.
You girl are a harpy. A woman who steals from those with nothing to take. You always find something to harvest. If you robbed a rich man, you'd leave him in debt.
How do you do it and why?
Becoming the femme fatal injured beach siren. How many ships have you wrecked? Sailors think you're a cheap whore. You target their basic desires. How smart. Not.
And when you become the pretty air stewardess lady, no one is safe. You slit the pilot's throat and Jumbo jets fall like shot crows. Only you walk away unscathed.
I came across you once. People ask why I'm alive? That's easy. I ran like the wind and am paranoid to hell. I know we'll meet again. Till then dear harpy, the news headlines are full of your work.
Death, mayhem, maiming, destruction.
Even when you sleep it continues. I wonder if you'll ever get bored of this harpy lifestyle? Take time out to talk to my friend. He's a shrink; the best. Hey, he cured me. But back then, I was sane compared to you, the harpy girl.
Beyond the dark t’ward light of day
There is a land far, far away
This place is known as Shandamaire
A little castle’s nestled there
Around this castle dark and tall
There is a garden still and small
The flowers there no longer bloom
Within their little garden room
But it was not so long ago
That you could see the flowers grow
The blossoms there were bold and bright
While welcoming the morning light
T’was then a princess young and fair
Strolled the grounds of Shandamaire
All of the birds and creatures small
Would answer to her lilting call
The princess loved her favorite toys
A dancing doll that brought her joys
With a button where one eye had been
And a sturdy soldier made of tin
The kingdom loved the charming lass
With hair of gold and skin like glass
And everything was perfect there
In the lovely land of Shandamaire
Then came an evil prince one day
To steal the princess’s land away
At first he tried to win her heart
But with her land she would not part
He decided then to make her leave
So as the kingdom knelt to grieve
He’d take it for his very own
And seat himself upon its throne
He chased the girl with golden hair
Through hallways in the castle there
Out to the garden she did flee
And begged the prince to let her be
The soldier and the dancing doll
Heard their tiny princess call
And hurried to the garden path
To stop the evil prince’s wrath
Next to the garden’s old stone wall
The princess saw the dancing doll
But the doll and soldier were too late
To save her from her awful fate
The evil prince gave her a shove
And rocks fell down from up above
The sturdy soldier made of tin
Kept the wall from falling in
But while he held the wall in place
A smile came to the prince’s face
He took the girl with golden hair
And left the land of Shandamaire
And now within the garden small
A rusting soldier holds a wall
Through winter snow and summer rains
Sturdy and stout he still remains
And high atop that garden wall
Are the remnants of a dancing doll
Its face you see is never dry
As tears fall from its button eye
Eternally they stand and wait
For their princess by the garden gate
And if you look they still are there
In the far off land of Shandamaire
She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
Your husband befriends the spirit king
A storm of abuse and alcohol rain
Now you run to spare your life
The only hope is to escape the pain.
State to state with blackened heart
Into the night is where you sleep
Within the darkness led astray
Where lonesome lives and gutters weep.
To your new home
No key no door
Of paper board.
He walks in silence all alone
Seeking out divinity
Mile upon mile on worn out shoes
Through the streets of un-lit trees.
Contrition holds his broken heart
Bound to earth by saddened love
His soul was taken within a glance
He is now the lonesome dove.
Once a father, a husband,
A wonderful life
Of dreams and plans.
Until that night in the car together
Unknownst the evil seed
A green light passed and through a yellow
The devil in drunken speed.
A wreck to fell the family tree
Within the night of silence brings
A horrid vision imprinted the mind
Of a soulless man with broken wings.
Even while life continues to shine
There comes a girl of only nine
Abandoned, alone to hope adored
Mommy is gone to be a whore.
This child walks in huddled arms
Frightened to be where evil charms
She finds a box to crawl inside
Alone to live, alone to cry.
While tears fall down upon her face
A sound has startled her in her place
Unbeknownst the box with broken tape
This nine year old girl will now be rapped.
Now as I sit
In the comforts of home
I knew none of these people
Or the streets they called home.
I lived like most, in ignorance
To those poor and suffering lives
Never once did I adjust
A thought or even an eye.
Yet on the set the news I stare
Police lights shine in heavy glare
Those unknown people, those broken hearted
Lie still in the night, their souls departed.
BY: DARREN J McMURRAY
This anger that is inside me now is tearing me apart,
After all this time I find you had been lying from the start.
I am hurting so much from the pain you have caused me,
By using your beauty and charm so I would not see.
All the lies and deceit while loving you and giving all my trust,
I will expose your evil ways and mean doings this is a must.
Never should another endure what you have put me through,
This I will make sure of if it's the last thing that I ever do.
How dare you break my heart and then treat me so bad ,
It takes a lot to upset me but girl you have made me mad.
You've no idea the rage that I am carrying inside me now,
I will make you regret this one day I will figure out how.
If it's the last thing I do I am going to make a example of you,
How and when I am not sure of but trust me it will be soon.
You walk away from me as if you've done nothing wrong,
Believe me girl I will show you and it wont take me long.
Seriously do you think you can get away with treating me this way?
So wrong you are for that and you will know this one day.
That deceiving the man thats so in love with you ,
Is something you are going to learn not to ever do.
Why would you ever do this to a man that loved you so,
I guess this is something that I am never going to know.
This anger inside that is slowly tearing me apart ,
Blinded by your ways I was completely in the dark.
Just one more thing I must say to you before I go ,
You are evil and that's something everybody will know.
She got a pile of
pictures to pick
All types all ripe
searching for a
Vixen soiled Viking
She easily takes a
To anything fruitful
The lady is a
parasite in paradise
Such a perfect slice
Too late she took a
And ate the pie
Can’t afford to cry
So she’ll leave you
high and dry
Still trying to pry
Knowing when she
You’re soon to
With her lit
cigarette she smirks
at your feelings
Faking hers so she
can keep you
Her target is your
heart that she will
And once it’s been
taken you’re forever
Just like the rest
Then like her you
will never use your
This is part of a
collection of poetry
about how women can
be just as evil as