Romantic Torment

Originally Written: 12-20-98
Final Version: No

I believe it is important to explain this poem for someone to really understand what it was written over. In part 1 - The Innocent, it speaks of a woman and myself whom share an enjoyable evening. However, in Part 2 - The Executioner, it reveals another woman whom is frustrated over what she can not have. So, in another words, each part deals with a different woman, but all in the same night.

Part 1 - The Innocent

Another night is born,
and so the fun begins.
Gentle talk and wine,
a few laughs you win.

Teasing and cuddling close,
anticipation in the air.
Blind lust consuming,
two souls with unconditional care.

And with a bite unto flesh,
the night of ecstasy begins.
Lips touch together,
a night of pleasurable sin.

Part 2 - The Executioner

All is said and done,
a phone call comes with speed.
She demands to know answers,
to things you can only dream.

In fury she denounces you,
she claims there is no truth.
You defend yourself at best,
over a cause you once knew.

A fight shatters the friendship,
the cuddling nights,
and the comfort which each had.
Insanity has claimed another (her),
into those unknown lands.

Originally Written: 12-6-98
Final Version: No

Welcome to my dungeon,
where pain is free at hand.
Tortured souls surround me,
in these forlorn lands.

Corruption and deceit,
dancing around my feet.
Sin and erotic pleasures,
taking unknown measures.

Within my soul
a blasted heart.
Remorse for all the things
that have fallen apart.

See unto your own,
the pain and misery which you cause.
I am your martyr,
I am the soul that never won.

Step within,
and dance within my mind.
Dance around my shattered soul,
and see me in the mirror, where there I cry.

Insanity has become my only friend,
the only one not yet dead.
The darkness keeps me in,
and the truth is spoken: I am the Angel Of Sin.

Originally Written: Sep.05.1998
Final Version: No

The rain is coming down again,
I can see my reflection.
The burdens of guilt and shame,
burning, insuring my condemnation.

The rain cascades in the thousands,
my tears mingling with natures.
Hearts have been torn abound,
and thus we wonder whom be the true teachers.

My knees are now in a puddle,
and the clouds are growing dark.
I take a moment to peer into my soul,
looking to see where things fell apart.

My soul is cold,
like the rain upon my head.
Forlorn despair grips me,
and I take to wonder why I’m not dead.

Troubled thoughts,
the thunder speaks my rage.
Inside my spirit wars the battle,
and know not I whom shall be saved.

The lightning streaks once more cross the sky,
and angelic birds take to flight.
I lay in the mud,
awaiting for my finial moments before death takes her hold.

In retribution,
the storm intensifies….
almost so heart breaking one could surely cry.
And among all that abounds me in misery
and in despear,
I stand back up on my two feet….
and march my way to a shadow whom cares.

A Feeling Of Insanity

The eyes of insanity are staring at me,
tempting me to fall over into that realm.
Imbalance crumbs the reality we all perceive,
and I am the soul the battle wages on in.

Corruption within the life we live,
we see perspectives of are own whims.
We seek to be the one on top,
and all to often lick the bottom.

Pleasure kept inside a small box,
you can only use it once a week.
Rules foreclosing the impending doom,
of a generation on the verge of genocide.

Look deep within your borderline,
see if it is something you can get use to.
See into the suffering plaguing your soul,
and so shall you see the suffering of a planet.

Dear mother, teach me to love again.
Teach me what it is like not to feel this fear.
What is this unconditional love we all speak of
and yet are seeking into our very graves?

Welcome me back home
I got out of the mental ward today.
Insanity has claimed one more,
I died on Christmas day.

Revised: 3.22.08
Originally Written: 6/16/1998
Final Version: No

Within my darkness do I sit here gazing,
overlooking her beauty within this prison.
Her marks left upon one picture,
my only salvation to Heavens door.

Within her eyes am I lost,
there depths far beyond the seas.
They tell of hurt and forbidden passions,
of times lost in a summer breeze.

Her angelic face my only light,
from the darkness that claims my heart at night.
Soft skin, a lingering scent,
all enough to make one cry.

Simple beauty, a mind not to mention,
she is in many words a Gods perfection.
Strong facial features to make you question twice,
and a inner strength worth the right.

Soft lips that portray sweetness,
hidden poison in truth her kiss.
One touch upon lip on lip,
and an invitation to commit in sin.

To resist, thee can not!
She, she is the mother of your desire.
Cross her not, least be strong minded,
or alas be sure thee are invited.

Yet, here I sit in my distant revelry,
as fantasies of her dance in my head.
No way to run my hands through her silken curls.
No way to explain I meant not to break the rules.

I sit here in this mental prison,
wondering what I did to lose her too.
Her mind and beauty I shall always treasure,
even if I do not come up to measure (to her likeness).

Forgive me father,
I love her too much.
Let me have one last chance to touch.

This picture my only key,
into the realms of sanity.
Will thou not accept me in your life,
and end all that was once in strife?