Darkling I Listen .....
This is some of my own personal poetry.
*WARNING* I hate to rhyme!
My subject matter might not be for everyone
since I tackle uncomfortable subjects.
The Hanging Year
The bar stands still
another drops dead
and the eaves' trough withered in the hanging year.
The hanging year rang true
once again
within me.
She is gone now
sucked into
the sisterhood of humanity,
such is the hanging year.
She and I,
are girls when we fall
from the bar.
The hanging year
struck me
on it's hanging ground
and I love the chill of it's embrace.
Angels we are,
when claimed,
but monsters are taken too,
and Daddy succumbed to the hanging year,
and there were blessings all around.
The hanging year has passed
and has left me to wash myself away
without it's hanging bar,
and I am alone in this world again.
January 1,2002
Deep Dark Thoughts
If ever I could find myself,
I just might believe,
that something does matter.
It's all lost,
I have nothing to give,
there is so much I can't erase
so inside this lonely place,
so stuck in my own confusion
I can't hear love knocking.
You think I have control,
you think I hold happiness
in the palm of my hand,
but what you can't see,
what you neglect to see,
is the pieces of me
coming apart
right before your blind eyes.
I can't destroy my demons,
I can only hide them
from the unseeing eyes
of wondrous friends.
And I pray,and I pray
they don't tear me apart
so that I don't resort
to the last call
of the hanging bar.
January 7,2002
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