Void:
empty inside
or is it outside?
Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Is this what?
shadowy
memories
gloomy
thoughts
within my mind
within my heart
is this what
keeping us both
apart?
memories
gloomy
thoughts
within my mind
within my heart
is this what
keeping us both
apart?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Elemental Chemistry.......Verse form
Plutonium
Plutonium...nuclear fission
Or is it nuclear fusion?
Does it matter to common man?
If the whole world is gone!
David's reply to my verse at uranium- poesy
Arsenic
What made the serial killer tick?
Serving tea with Arsenic.
This is a slow poison
Killing guaranteed; with precision!
Carbon
Helixes, doubled all over;
Benzene, Naphthalene
Simpler ones, Methane
Ethane, Propane. All
Compounds of carbon.
Precious Metals
Silver can wait a while
Gold brings about a smile,
Diamonds are forever;
Platinum …now or never!!
Plutonium...nuclear fission
Or is it nuclear fusion?
Does it matter to common man?
If the whole world is gone!
David's reply to my verse at uranium- poesy
Arsenic
What made the serial killer tick?
Serving tea with Arsenic.
This is a slow poison
Killing guaranteed; with precision!
Carbon
Helixes, doubled all over;
Benzene, Naphthalene
Simpler ones, Methane
Ethane, Propane. All
Compounds of carbon.
Precious Metals
Silver can wait a while
Gold brings about a smile,
Diamonds are forever;
Platinum …now or never!!
Life and Death

Life
hurtling forward
for better or worse!!
Death
release of a soul
new beginning
Another take:
Life and Death
At her birth, smiles around
And she was crying her heart out
Smiling now, heavenward she is set
Those around her have their eyes wet
Had to write this too...:)
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Resting Place...Morbid Thoughts
Feelings and thoughts as sinister as the night.
Dark clouds masking the moonlight.
I am here to have my despair released.
The only place where I will find some peace
The graveyard is calm; justifying the end.
For those left here; by strangers, family, or a friend.
The lifeless corpses in the damp graves.
With a few epitaph “in death, he is saved.”
The only remnants of those long since dead;
are the carved stones, placed at their head.
The tombstones are covered with moss and grime;
slowly festering away with passing of time.
Here I stare, standing head bowed down.
With deep longing, into the restful underground
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Mask

1)
what dark secrets
hidden there,
scarring her?
face she must
the world though;
her inner fears,
her only foe!
smiling forever
under this mask;
reluctant to reveal
the pain within;
she holds on
head held high.
2)
sitting here with a facade
willing for this anguish to end
which I hide from all
wishing it to go away
let me be free
let me be happy.
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