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THE DANCE
The redness of the skies are a magnificent sight.
The clouds that are forming look like cotton balls.
The flickering figure hypnotizes me with its great amazing dance.
Drawing me nearer and nearer to the figure.
The figure flirts with me.
Eventually asking me if I would care to dance with it.
I instantly agree.
As I begin to dance with the figure, I forget all that’s around me.
I declare my love to the figure.
The figure says it feels the same.
I know that we will be together.
And forever will we be in the dangerous dance of love.
THE DANCE OF THE DRUMS
We dance in a circle
Knowing the rhythm of the drums
Pounding fast of the beat
We turn to face each other
Bowing as the song fades
The beat slowly dies to the silence
Wandering back into the crowd
Waiting
The hum of drums beginning
I rush back to the beat
To see you again
Last Sunday, I went to a Chinese buffet place. Once I stepped in there, I got a headache and then started to burn up. So much so that sweat was dripping down my forehead. The waiter was nice until he noticed my symptoms. From that point on he avoided us as much as possible. If they have a ward against evil, then why would I be affected? Do you consider me evil?
I went into an animal shelter today. To see if I want to get another cat since mine died not to long ago. I saw lots of adorable cats, just none that struck my fancy. There was this one kitten that loved my daughter. It would follow her around like crazy. And although that was cute, I wanted to pick out a cat for me. Not my kids. My son is more into dogs it seems. And wanted to be around them more. So once the yard is fixed, it seems we are going to have a lot of animals. Lol. But it was also painful to see those cats. It's another reminder that I lost my beloved cat.
Ok, I've said enough for now. Laters.
GO AWAY, GO AWAY, GO AWAY
I no longer can describe feelings.
I no longer want to feel those feelings.
Maybe a tidal wave of impulses.
Screaming to be let free.
Only I no longer know the words to tell them.
No one would care.
I am still lost.
But I am starting to not care.
Does no one see the pain?
Does anyone care anymore?
No.
I know my faults.
You don’t have to point them out to me.
I have no strengths.
They have been used up already.
Envy, rage, lust, all I know now.
Dangerous with the power of knowing.
But you should be thankful I don’t . . .
I won’t obey by any rules.
Even ones I previously made for myself.
You should’ve ran when you had the chance.
But you willingly bound yourself to me.
I am loosing the war.
I can no longer be bandaged up.
I guess I’m sorry.
But its been changing a while.
Did you not care?
To caught up in yourself to notice?
I can’t survive this.
If you don’t like it, then leave.
Maybe I should push you away.
It’d be so easy.
Go away,
Go away,
Go away!
Yup, another poem. Most of my poems are dark and depressing.
NOT LIKE THIS
Glowing red ankh.
Sign of danger.
Signaling to my protector of the warning.
He stands ready.
Waiting.
The battle would soon arrive.
Not like this, pierced my ears.
Spinning around.
Only the air I caught, but the laugh I heard.
Protector stands close.
Blade ready.
The ankh's red fading.
Not like this.
Not like this.
One of my poems. Enjoy.
TO ENTER THE MIND AGAIN
Through the vast ocean, I do breathe
Through the valley of hills, I do slumber
Through the pits of volcanoes, I do remember
Riding the bumpy rollercoaster of time
Touching the dark and light
Seeing but not knowing which way in between
Sliding faster into the unknown depths of space
As if falling through the sky I embrace
Clutching the air as I fall
Being caught by the strong arms of a parent
Being let go, just to repeat the process
To enter the mind again.
