((last words))

my ripped blazing heart
mourns and bleeds
raging vines of razor sharp thorns
pricks and scorns
my heart upon sabering swords
casting my hearts love
below grim sorrow graves of haste-
with grisly arctic hardness
my heart of sunlight darkens
among gruesome nightmares of despair
shadowing me into evil wretched grins of sneers
whom terrorizes my soul upon punishable death-
and beyond the moon light sky of nights
floats of distance hanging glowing mellow stars
whom so madly lurks
upon my miserable face of disgrace
inside of the sickened earth of hate!
For love deprived and betrayed
my heart of such sweet fine romance
banishing my heart and soul
beyond vast depths of broken hate
shattering me within crisscrossing gates.

((dreams))

i dreamed a dream into the silent mellow night
hearing and feeling this wondrous artistic sight-
magical visionary dream of an illuminating land
this sheen reflecting world was so grand
compared to my world of utterly harness
whom only burdens me of loneliness and darkness-
this land marveled of elegant mystical clouds
clouds of bursting sheer sunset mounds!
valleys of luscious roses with no such bends-
soothing everlasting breezes of healing winds
blustering glamorous cool oceans within fine
of passionate purple moon tides whom show kind-
twinkling neon heavens hanging loft
above that paradise looking so soft-
sandy beaches with lavishing glossiness of gold
revealing it's personality being radiantly bold
and miraculous waterfalls spewing water droplets
upon dangling greenish jungle floors of insects-
for this dream was not a fantasy land
for this land was the beautiful earth of man
For i have dreamed this dream from my sepulcher
where my body lays beside drowning sorrow
whom will never have the freedom of seeing tomorrow
im only but a dreamer searching for sunlight
desperately digging and clawing my out of the night!

((love dust))

my heart floats and sings of love
like soaring love birds of free falling doves
which shines and dazzles of astonishment light
upon stars within magical clear moons of night
among bright whispering clouds
of hanging glimmering foggy hazy sounds
sprinkling rushing waterfalls of splendid love dust
upon my rapid heart of such sweet loving lust-
singing and shouting tunes of wonderful gusto
among prospering voices within gleaming sparkling trust-
clinging my heart to this melodramatic kneeling
of this sensational deep passionate desired feeling-
whom even morphs the stars into romantic hearts
above the glorious loving earth of glittering arts
pouring and spilling rainbow colors of love gold
upon warm-hearted love stories that are told
Deep within the constellations of eternal stars
whom so much seals themselves as distant love scars.

((horror))

what is your meaning of horror?
could it be dreaded pain inside a castle of torture?
which screams and clouds your mind of nightmares
receiving frightening thoughts of despair
upon a dark silent dwelling tomb of raging hell!
whom rings and echoes your thoughts with banging bells
scattering and dividing your sacred love from hate
exiling that love, which becomes murdered and staked-
condemning and trapping that hate to become new
only leaving that emotional pain of hate to dwell upon you-
or maybe it's that ugly cringing dismay scary terror of fear
creeping silently and slowly amongst your soul being near-
binding and twisting that soul of purity upon a never ending
twining chain of cold chilling sabering spikes within disliking-
in the mean while no one hears or even knows you exist!
you being flung around darkness of sin within a crime
you scream and yell...but someone has stole your voice
and now your nothing but evils hand of victim death clay.

((sweet angel of nightfall))

oh sweet precious bright beautiful angel
of lovely golden nightfalls!
mythical stars of enticing desires
and glowing hearts of sparkling flames
upon burning enchantments of wild passion
marvels deeply among your majestic
rich inspiring soul of warmth-
oh how my broken heart
mourns and weeps
with such sadness and grief
to glance upon those magnificent
hazel paradise eyes of gazing mist-
that lights and shines of sunsets within
sparkling diamonds of dazzling fragrance-
whom my heart wishes to love once more again-
for my mortal noble soul
craves to love thee mistress angel-
oh my eyes wish to charm her eyes
and my lips desire to enchant her sweet lips
with a soft gentle romantic kiss of eternal love
which combines are loving two souls
of perfect worlds within together and forever.

((my father))

for my father of the bravest heroes
never thought once of my father as zeros
fearless and mighty my father amounted in life
slicing through cold life with a golden knife
rushing upon life of courageous water
for that was the life of my brilliant father
crushing nagging fear my father did
casting that annoying fear to the side
tightly grasping his bold mortal heart
not dare letting that strong heart break apart-
my father was the greatest of the fathers
caring for a son like me, who was nothing but a bother
he dreaded life, but still loved life for what it stood for
but sometimes battled life, like a soldier in war-
and many so rapid flashing years from now
maybe my future son will write a poem like this
just as i have wrote about my loving humble father
whom shielded my heart from the world of darkness
showing me the direction towards the light of brightness.

((Words of art))

for perfect poetry exist of perfect art
inside my mind of spun shooting hearts
whom words cry out fro such attention
within the likes of my mind of bursting tension-
my heart and soul welcomes these spectacular words
just as caring humans adopt hopping chirping birds
that need to be loved and adored within unconditional love
from our type of kind-hearted souls from yet so high above-
for these words know of heart-breaking emotional sadness
but are very much well aware of such secret happiness-
and so my heart soaks and absorbs this quality of knowledge
just as students dare to piece there art upon college-
this is my way of expressing my love for the weaving of words
that is why my heart has just written this simple poem of art
that expresses itself, just as you read inside your mind.

((your nightmare))

i see a bursting emotional cloud
and this enraged cloud is very angry loud
(dark-grey and twisted looking)
(rapidly breathing vim)-
ignites it's emotional sparks over earth
displaying it's furious chilling storm within chaotic birth
(showers of vigorous clashing rain)
(drains deeply down from the clouds veins)
like millions of needles stabbing the land
bleeding every creature with it's sharp rainy winds!
(whirls and twirls)
(upon storms whom curl)
quivering and shivering natures spine
giving natures land no deadly warning signs
(gigantic trees snap and break)
(fear amongst earth awakes)-
The storm continues to destructs landscapes-
And if you were some character in my poem
You would know their is no escape.

((inside of me))

my heart of a stone as hard
cold hearted, and silently dead
astringently forbidden to dwell
devastated in it's own parallel world
humanity mocks it! stars distress it!
and mother nature bleeds it!
Consenting my acrimony heart is not-
yes! but confused and weary exhausted
this dark cloaked animosity heart is-
prepared to sleep forever within eternity
lock my heart in some chained box
let this box, with my heart in it
drift the box far as possible-
toss away the secret vitality key
for this dead heart cares no more!