I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.
Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,
I share no love with anyone.
The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.
While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
I am the ghost of heartaches past
I'm love's dark contrast
That empty seat
Beside you when you eat
The tear stains on your pillow case
I'm that new wrinkle on your face.
I am the gremlin of "What if?"
If you catch my drift
Who's biggest theme
Is to haunt all your dreams
I'm that loud echo in your life
That constant nagging extra strife.
I am that cold spot in your bed
I'm words left unsaid
I'm anger won
I'm promises undone
I'm that thing left to chance
I'm Lady Loneliness.....
Would you care to dance?
Timothy I. Brumley
How painful it is to fall
Mind I am lost
Please rescue me!
Haste! For stranded I stand
Upon shores bemused
Alongside the sea
Lest I choose to swim
And lie beneath what no eye can see
Compare approach to “Heart, we will forget him!”
By Emily Dickinson
The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face
And there among the dark shadows you'll come back again the same
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin' this time for me.
Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that magical time band
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow.
Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 18, 2010
This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time,
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome!
i have seen my death
wrapped around a maypole
waving four corners in the wind
peek-a-boo with my soul
i have seen my death
as i march onto the battlefield
aimed to kill
that which threatens my very existence
my right to stand
on the balcony of life
feast my gaze on the rising sun
interlaced with the aroma of morning dew
sit at the edge of a quiet stream
watch the sun slip slowly
behind the mountain peaks
the air dancing
with the fragrance of lilac
i have seen my death
viewed through the stethoscope
of the minds of learned men
that boast their knowledge
as i move away from sterile hands
with sterile anger
pushing away sterile needles
that have not the cure
only promises of next time
i want answers to this rage
that no man understands
i have seen my death
through the eyes of my loved ones
as they kiss away
i cannot enter
into their quiet soft place
is filled with shadows
as i watch them close the coffin
on their humanness
but not their souls
i have seen my death
i'm not ready to die
It crept up on me by surprise.
You were like a gift from God.
So sweet and tender you were the perfect
You'd kiss me so softly touch me so gentle.
Every moment was like heaven.
I'd close my eyes only to think of you.
And open them only to realize it was a dream.
A dream is what you were.
A pigment of my imagination.
Every touch, Every kiss was just a halusination.
Everything I thought you were or could be left me hurt and
The man I've been waiting so long for.
The one that would love me like no other.
Not afraid to show any emotions.
I believe how deeply you loved and cared for me.
Only to find out you never existed.
We touched for a moment
From across the room
As only eyes allow
Standing in yen
And somehow fearful
I turn away
If I held valiance
Crass and fiery
I would dare to you
Though not today
I am of frailty’s ire
Flames of forbidden desire
That is you
A rare beauty of youth
I am lost and aged tonight
Afraid to look in your eyes
Fearing the burn
Of desire fulfilled
Heavy heaves in my chest
In a sigh of defeat
Up the empty pathway
I move on
Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made Cl o thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real low to hide the pain
Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead
Lying in the snow
the scarlet hearts
draw their last breath
discarded by indifferent lovers
no fluttering cupid
or velvet box
tied up with satin ribbons
breathless love has flown
far away on the wings
of the Valentine morning...
The sunset bids
It leaves behind
That slowly dips into one's mind.
his love captured me
as if a rope was thrown
knotted and tied
close to my heart
alas with no scissors
or knife at hand
i could not cut free
the bonds were too tight
his love was suffocating
my heart simply stopped...
Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone.
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger
as if she were only walking slowly the opposite direction as the cord stretched further.
When she talks she says she likes to feel her voice as it runs away from me. She says that she wants me to believe distance is just a myth our minds created. When she held me I was a last box on a moving van. I was stretched out like piano wire waiting for a hammer to knock the breath back into me. Her hands forced me upward like keys pounding harmony.
She is the hottest day of summer telling me to wake up and find water and her bed is an oasis.
Our clothes scattered a mosaic across the paint spotted carpet.
We read to each other from the bookshelf on the corner.
The one that sagged in the middle until all its shelves were smiling, ready to laugh loose their stories.
The morning she left the half-closed shades left cords of sunlight stretching across her chest
and I traced them but there were highways, and she the smallest country.
When she calls me she traces her breath as it spirals like a hurricane to the wall and bounces between cities. Her voice is strangled with 350 miles of telephone lines.
The clothes we dressed our floors with for months have been stripped away.
The room is naked now and the bookshelf, half empty. When I think of that house
she is the only thing I can remember. Everything else fades, the room disappears entirely and I remember only having lived inside her. Home is where the heart is.
The first astronomers who looked up there had to have discovered sparkling new words about how far two things can be. We build telescopes to force everything closer.
I have built myself a telescope with bed posts and bathroom mirrors.
On warm nights I climb to the top of my room and look west where the world curves her away from me. I know now why the myth of a flat earth existed for so long.
It is not a story of people afraid of falling but of people terrified of growing apart,
reading that if you stare hard enough at the horizon, you’ll be able to find anyone who is left you. But “listen” she says. The blind man on my block had his cataracts removed.
He told me when he looked out his window for the first time he couldn’t understand why his hand was larger than the houses across the road.
He couldn’t grasp how things look smaller at a distance so close your eyes.
Stop looking for me in satellites fading below the skyline. Let us make this world flat again.
I am always right here.
This continent is just our kitchen table.
These highways piano strings.
The same note ringing resonating between us.
God keeps our sight stronger with eyes that we will never see by looking in a mirror.
She dropped me from her burnished arms
upon a dusty prairie road
and cry I did, and pulling at her skirts
heavy with mud from a morning rain
that fell upon a dying earth..
I begged her to stay for just a while longer
and looked for yellow sunflowers
to help me make her stay, I found I was alone
as the sunflowers wore blackened robes
and shriveled heads that could not speak
and crumbled in my hands..
Turning towards a dying sun, she stole away
with eyes she laid upon the shadowed hills
and fields where flaxen heads had caught
the breeze of golden summer's breath..
With one slow turn she raised her hand
as if to wipe away the liquid rain that
ran on my face - as in a mirror I saw
her reflection, as her tears became mine..
In the Light
I will search for her
In the dark
I will call out to her
In the shadows
I will keep ion going for her
Where is she?
In the Light
I wll look high and low to finde her
In the dark
I will scream for her
In the shadows
I will march on to seek her
Who is she?
In the Light
I will find her for me
In the dark
I will talk to her
In the shadows
I will walk past the temptations for her
Is she near?
In the Light?
I will find her to be with her
In the dark
I shall chat with her for we are one
In the shadows
We will walk out togerter as one
The peace the darkness has brought is shattered.
the world is burning
the light has slaughtered many.
Taking the souls of the living and the dead; Trapped they seek escape.
Freedom to run, freedom to fight, freedom to live
By knife and claw, sword and fang, the taken souls fight their chains.
who shall free them from their suffering
THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU NOTHING I CAN NO LONGER GIVE MY HEART TO YOU!
SO YOU CAN TEAR IT TO PIECES THE LOVE I HAD FOR YOU IS GONE I SHOULD'VE KNEW ALL ALONG THAT YOU WERE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.
BUT I WAS BLINDED BY LOVE AND YOUR GOOD LOOKS SOMETHING INSIDE KEPT TELLING ME TO STAY AWAY.
BUT YOUR CHARM WOOED ME ANYWAY BUT NOW I CAN SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I AM GOING TO STOP IT WHILE I AM AHEAD.
I AM GOING ON ANYWAY WITH MY IFE WHETHER YOU ARE IN IT OR NOT I AM HAPPY WITH ME AND WHAT I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED IN MY SHORT PERIOD HERE ON EARTH.
I GAVE MY ALL TO YOU I GAVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ESLE BEFORE NOW I CAN SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS.
NOW I CAN BE FREE AND BE WITHOUT YOU THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU TO SEE.
WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE SO GOODBYE!
The restless bed
heaves a sigh.
Over the shoulders
her affections lie
and found stillness.
the morning dew...
Too young to remember , remembering is all I can do , stories told , may different , not never knowing the truth , a scar for life , not knowing the story behind it all , feeling like a leap and a frog , alone always and forever , standing strong on my own tow feet with no support , about this time I still have tears in my eyes, hurting and weeping from all the pain thats inside, feeling abandoned at a young age, my heart filled with hurt and emotion , like a boat on a ocean , screams and fights , something that I didn't like , it never excites me , it just makes me wanna go far way , running way all the time was getting old and leaving me out in the cold with no place to go , house to house , different rules , different place , different race and different pace. Ive been through hell and back again. 7:00 , lying on the floor , stomach growling , tears falling , left alone , hurting inside , just about to cry , flooding my face , with a salty taste , forgetting my race , forgetting my struggles , going blank with no trace , comes to comfort me , I pull away , with a lot of force , not wanting to be loved by someone who hurts me the most , running away thinking its a better place more hurt occurs , not giving no one a chance , to dance in my present , but finally I give in to something special to me , he who sees the best in me , he who takes me for myself , he who loves me more than ill ever know, he that stunts but deep down he's feelings truly shows , he that I love with all my heart , he that I don't want to leave , he is something like my everything , he is so much like me , he you wouldn't understand , he is my man , I could keep going on and on forever but Ill just end it here this time....
Take everything out of me,
& on the days i’m not wanted,
I am left emptied
all of the way out.
A pleasant ‘medicine’ to show others just how good I make you feel, & how good I taste.
I’d be lying to say that hearing those words doesn’t make me spring right back up even in a setting as disintegrating as this.
I’m still here, ready to break off a piece of plastic from my narrow body for you.
It is you after all. I’d do it if I had too.
But, you confuse me.
You keep my head lifted & it keeps you entertained.
I like it, kind of. It’s like we’re getting to know each other’s touch, and see similar smiles to those of when we first met.
This makes it easier not to think too much about how I’m handled.
You’ve never treated me this way.
I’ve gotten my big head stuck before by trying to fill myself up with much more than you needed,
but this feeling of loneliness by you is unfamiliar.
I love you, I say. I love you, I show.
You love me, you say. You love me, I believe.
I hate the feeling of feeling cheap. You told me that I was especially manufactured for someone of your taste, & I believe every word of that.
Stop pressing my head down into my stomach, please.
I’m starting to get sick of not seeing everything that kept me full of your every desire to see me smile.
I could never be naive enough to say that I can fulfill who you are,
because I have a purpose that involves much more than
going up and down, emptying my insides with temporary dissolving gestures.
But I know I can share with you
the essence of being the someone who treats you as good as the planets you can’t see.
So align me inside the atmosphere of your care, & I’ll pick you up before you can say, “deSpenser”
In My final resolution
Go to meet God
He is ready to
Me in all
Of My inequities'
That which I do present
Into The Power Of Death
That Brings Life
Discerning The Difference
Between Trial And Attack
Deleting All Delete Buttons
Accepting The Heat
Laying On More Kindling
Stirring Myself Up
Praying For All That Is
Displeasing To God Within Me
Clothing Myself In White Garments
That The Shame Of My Nakedness
Be Not Revealed
Anointing My Eyes That They May
Moist With Tears
Moldable In The Potters Hands
I Will not Live Again With That
Which Was Meant To Kill Me
It Is Too Late For
I Will Not Abort
I CALL YOUR NAME AND I DON'T GET AN ANSWER NOTHING BUT SILENCE.
I KEEP CALLING YOU HOPING THAT YOU WILL ANSWER BUT NO ONE IS THERE.
THE TEARS BEGIN TO FLOW FROM MY HEARTBROKEN FACE AND I AM BEGINNING TO FEEL ALL ALONE.
I CALL YOUR PHONE AND I GET NO ANSWER THE BOND THAT I THOUGHT WE HAD NEVER EXSISTED.
IT CAN NEVER BE BROKEN FOR THE FACT THAT IT NEVER EXSISTED.
I CALL YOUR NAME UNTIL I GET BLUE IN THE FACE WISHING FOR YOUR TENDER EMBRACE.
COULD THIS ALL BE IN VAIN COULD I BE SITTING HERE IN THE COLD AND RAIN.
DEVOTION IS MORE AND DEDICATION IS DEAD HOW CAN THIS BE WHEN WE WERE ALWAYS.
FREE LIKE A BIRD FLYING AROUND FLOATING THE CRISP SKY TRYING NOT TO CRY.
Peel back my skin & you will find bone.
Bone so white that it drarwfs the paper I scribble on now.
Just like your my bone.
Just like his bone.
Just like the bones of all of those who are black, yellow, red, purple & polka dotted,
my bones are nothing more than branches rooted deep in an idea.
An idea of a man filled with ideas.
Ideas which are seeds, seeds that when planted, grow when watered by heavenly droplets.
And when the rain falls, it will wash the dirt into the gutters & we will pretend that it was never even there.
Just like the innocent bloodshed of invisible African children.
Bloodshed in the name of love?
Bloodshed because men try too hard to be gods forgetting that when everyone at their feet are dead,
the only praises left will be of the voices left remaining inside of their own heads.
And yet we will do nothing about it, because far too many of us only believe life.
But in order to believe life
you must first live.
And living only exist on a dying man's bucket list.
So go ahead, jump out of airplanes in the name of your mother's fathers.
Look at your girlfriend guys.
Let her for once keep her clothes on.
Remember that she is somebody's daughter.
Tell that man or woman how you really feel.
Hold the door for someone you don't even know.
Tell somebody a secret that will let their heart grow;
Grow so large that it burst from them as a shout of joy!
And them let them catch fire and call it the spirit.
What spirit you ask? I know mine.
Not dad, but Father.
And my heart and mind when with You, even if your spirit aint mine, that alone I find is true love.
So go ahead. If you're a brother
be my brother. If you're a sister be my sister.
Cause what the world needs now is lots of smiling faces,
Very giving people
And every single one of us putting together the pieces of the puzzle called peace.
So peace my brothers.
Peace my sisters.
Tonight, let these rough cuts
make us into love wishers.
Dear Soap Bubble,
in an air-light reflection
of the ephemeral beauty
of this world
rumbling inside the anima
of a tiny simple
I shall enjoy thy sight
Shall I live in fear
for you not to burst
Shall I be the wind
to blow tenderly
directing thy path
Thy shelter shall I be
I surrender myself to thee
Ask fate does the moon shift
As the oceans drift apart
With no moon in this sea of dark
Visions slowly sank
My dead eyes staring blank
While i stay idle
Forming an illusion of an isle
Struggling to find consciousness growing weary
Long thoughts in my head I hold dearly
Chained as I am to body, soul and mind
Barely scraching the surface with nothing to find
There is not a line pourtraying a goal
As I live peacefully with my soul
My last drop of satisfied life that once ran rampant
Drips to the sea of lost souls to be tampered
Twisted and sore my vessel that I lore
My soul began to soar higher then ever before
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT I THINK OF YOU BUT I CAN NEVER GET CLOSE TO YOU AGAIN.
MY TEARS ARE FLOWING CONSTIENTLY AND I CAN KEEP THEM FROM STOPPING.
I LOOK FOR YOU EVERYDAY AS I WAKE UP BUT YOU ARE NOT THERE IT'S LIKE YOU ARE THE WIND.
THIN, CRISP AND BLOWING BUT INVISIBLE TO MY EYES I CANNOT SEE YOU.
BUT I WISH I COULD HEAR YOUR VOICE BUT I KNOW THAT IT IS IMPOSSIBLE.
I HOPE THAT ONE DAY WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.
I KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOW AT PEACE WHERE NO ONE CAN BOTHER YOU.
I MISS YOU SO MUCH IF I COULD HAVE YOU BACK I WOULD HAVE YOU BACK IN A HEARTBEAT.
SOMETHING IN ME IS SCREAMING FOR YOU BUT I AM NOT GETTING ANYTHING IN RETURN.
You chew your papaya like you chew her head.
Callous and savagely,
You take out each seed, like you did of hers.
Each seed she sowed in you, you spit out from your soul.
You think you can slice away from her life, give her a piece and let her go.
Aah but what do you know?
She has already killed the biggest seed sown by you.
In her womb lies the remains that you spewed!
The remains of the Papaya tree you grew...
In an open field stood a withering maple,
the only one in sight
Initials carved inside a heart,
squirrels nesting in the limbs at night
One day as a bunny was passing,
the maple let out a sigh
The bunny looked up, saw sap running down,
and asked, "Ms. Maple, why do you cry?"
Ms. Maple said, "Son, have a seat.
I have a story from long ago
I once had a maple friend,
and oh, how I loved him so.
As saplings, we would laugh and sing,
as the squirrels frolicked and played
With him next to me, I had the world
and I never had to feel afraid
As we grew, we had children,
this field was full of joy
See those initials there?
That's from Anne and Roy.
One day they got married,
and had a child of their own
As they lie beneath me,
their son is now full-grown
He started his own family
and they are poor you see
He cleared the field to feed them
and took everyone from me
I am the last one standing
with many memories that live on
It's just a tad bit lonely
as my family is now gone
I know he had good reason,
so I don't blame the boy
But, my last days are just a shade
for our dear Anne and Roy"