Part Druid Part Barbarian's blog: "Poems by me"

All that I am is in my eyes,
All the pain,
All the fear,
All the hate,
All the loneliness.

All that I am comes from my soul,
All the compassion,
All the warmth,
All the beauty,
All the love.

My tears my fall,
My heart may break,
But I,
The person,
The animal,
The box of emotion,
Shaped like a man.

Will never fall.

Will never break.

Silent nights bring silent hearts to silent streets,
Covered in dust, ash, rubble, and spent casings still smoking,
Mental and physical walls bar the way,
The blood still fresh on the pure white stone,
Excruciated faces attached to huddled curled up forms
Clutching gaping wounds that will never heal,
Wartime psalms sung in solemn whispers through broken teeth,
Meaning ceases to matter as more and more bodies are fed to the dirt,
Broken bloody men that once walked with gods
Only to be killed by loud flashing demons in their innocent faces.

I had a home once,
a nice small place,
with big doors,
and plenty of room to play,
with a nice big bed,
where a woman slept,
where I was always welcome,
she would pat the space next to her,
and I would bound on up,
she would scratch behind my ears,
and kiss between my eyes,
tell me I was a good pup,
and stroke my fur all night,
and she would turn out the lights,
and I would sit in the dark,
watching her sleep,
smelling her beauty,
and I knew I had the best owner,
but that has ended now,
and I leave a trail of blood behind me,
from the hole where my happiness once was,
roaming the world searching,
for a new home,
hopeing for someone to pet my fur,
tell me I'm a good pup again,
but now,
I'm just,
a destitute mutt.

Thou dost in comely manner lay,
All supine and unfettered with cloth.
Pleading with thine eyes of lust,
And wanton with thine breath.
Golden beads of light caressing curves of flesh,
And locks haphazardly strewn on earth and form.
Thou art a Goddess in mine midst,
And lovely beyond compare.
Mine own mind does conceive foul deeds,
And lewd acts of lustful embrace.
Long have I gazed upon thee,
And measured the heaving of thine breast.
My other self has great need of thee,
And I mean to have thee in my grip.
Come what may thou shalt be mine,
And mine love to take for thine own.
For good or for naught shall I speak,
And hear thine voice address my suite.

In thine eyes doth my path reveal,
This simple wretch can feel once more,
Thou art a seraph in my vision,
Ravishing with every breath,
Contenting my very soul,
Thou dost make me list,
I close mine eyes and the world doth shift about me,
Whence does this feeling flow?
I am but a servant when thine eyes set on me,
I would be Yours,
If you would be Mine.

I have this feeling,
That my life means nothing,
That the screaming in my mind is reality,
That dreams are glimpses of my happy place,
But I can no longer dream,
I think my happy place has been razed,
Clear cut and set ablaze,
It would make a horrible sense in this dream of life,
When will this world stop burning around me?
I know not how much longer I can survive,
Only smoke inside me,
Only ashes to touch me,
Only the light that breaks me,
When can I quench this world?
Can someone help me?
I cannot do it...

I am but fine sand,

Meant for deepest blue of the darkest pit,

I have been worn and fragmented,

From ebb and flow of emotional discontent.



I am but fine sand,

Ever to be tread upon,

I am small broken and jagged,

But you have never felt such a soft blade as me.



I am but fine sand,

I am desired upon your flesh,

I will make you remember that beautiful day,

I am what you want me to be,

And I,

Am everlastingly soft.

I once was wolf,

Proud,

Noble,

And fearsome to behold.



I once ran with my pack,

Trees,

Earth,

The smell of freedom.



I once was beautiful,

Sleek,

Warm,

Deeper than any ocean.



I once was perfect,

Animal,

Lover,

I shall be again...