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Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
9:52 pm - Bullshit Incognito.....

I'll always remember the weight of your sigh
on the pillow next to mine, after a long day.
And thinking about the warmth of your hand on my cheek
And the force of those same hands on my chest
And the cold on my back
When you tossed me like a pebble
across the cold lake
of a brick wall in the middle of a no where parking lot
with two spaces
for me and for you
and no room
for improvement
in the kitchen where you tried
in vain
to feed to me finery
and filled my mouth with things
that I'd never said
on valentines day
I rolled in snow earlier alone trying
to save you from yourself
to show you something larger
than you will ever see
more than me in the snow somewhere between
the 13th and the 14th parallels of February
at your hands in the space
between the space and the car
and the space between the accusation of demission
I forcibly lie beneath
you remember
when Seuss said that Unless someone like you cares
a whole awful lot
nothing is going to get better... It's not."

And from that point on I'll always remember
placing a fine bracelet on your wrist
and snow in the kitchen
and snow on my face
your breath perfumed
with yesterday's booze
and yesterday’s rage
and yesterday’s denial of responsibility
denial of reasonability
denial of the tenderness that was me.
Happy Valentines day.

Tomorrow we'll go to DC
and I'll stick my tongue in your ass.
in a fine hotel with nicked furniture from
your fine political hell bereft
of hope
of love
of wondering why
why am I here
why does this taste like bullshit incognito?

current mood: thoughtful

(weep for an angel)

Monday, March 5th, 2007
4:39 pm - New Poetry!!!

The muse is being a little vengeful today - she has been growling and snarling at me today, forcing thoughts into my head which - in the case of some - are probably left untouched, unsaid.

Having said that, though, here are four new poems for your reading (dis)pleasure.

PassionCollapse )

Not WorthyCollapse )

The Mask Of SisterhoodCollapse )

Murdered?Collapse )

(weep for an angel)

1:33 pm - Another new poem...



The moon rises over the pallid sea and
The silvery mist of the meadows –
Silently one by one,
In the infinite meadows of heaven,
Blossoms the lovely stars –
The forget-me-nots of the angels

Her level rays, like golden bars
Lie on the ground below
An eerie green with
Wild shadows cast in brown in between.
Silver white the waters gleam,
As if Artemis herself,
In enpassioned dreams,
Has dropped her silver bow
Down upon the quiet earth.

A very soft spirit worships -
One lovers know and love so well –
Whose influence over
All tides of soul has true power, and
Who lends a pale light to
Rapture and despair;

The glow of hope and wan hue of sick fancy
Are each reflected within the mirror of slivered rays
Lighting the path of meeting or of parting love -
Illuminating the mingling of and
The breaking of hearts one in the same…
An ethereal smile enthroned in beauty.

In the same breath,
The governess of floods -
Pale in her anger –
Washes all the air
That rheumatic diseases do abound.

Through this fit of temper,
We do see the seasons alter

(weep for an angel)

Sunday, March 4th, 2007
12:44 pm - New Poetry

My muse, the vengeful little bitch that she is, is stirring there in my mind right now. She hasn't decided whether or not her presence needs to be forceful today, but it has inspired this...

The Muse

There, in the thicket,
Can you see it?
A half-wild beast supping on
A half-cooked stew,
Lingering close to the clearing
Yet not quite willing to enter.

Drawn in by the stench of
Eagerness and hope,
It releases a gut-wrenching snarl and
Moving ever closer with
A gleam and a dare in its eye.

Do you have what it takes –
The depth of faith;
The constitution and patience to
Go as far as needed –
To tame the beast…
To train this thing?

The stench of a still life,
A snapshot of some story
Rattling about in your head,
Draws the beast ever closer –
Snarling, drooling, and
Ready for battle.

Suppositions, superstitions and
Half-finished stories –
The fruit of your imagination –
Is the stuffs of which
The beast creates and cooks
Its nightly repast.

Do you possess it –
The patience and passion necessary to
Tame the beast…
To tame your muse so that
You can put pen to paper and
Clear your wild mind?

(weep for an angel)

Sunday, February 18th, 2007
3:57 pm - Damn my muse - when she wants something, you must listen!

Innocently EvilCollapse )

GuiltCollapse )

ExcessCollapse )

The PotionCollapse )

ManCollapse )

SinCollapse )

Mortal CoilCollapse )

If There Is A GodCollapse )

Bella LunitaCollapse )

(weep for an angel)

10:50 am - The muse is in control yet again!


A harmonious voice of creation
An echo of the invisible world
An outburst of the soul

A moral law which gives
Soul to the universe;
Wings to the mind;
Flight to the imagination;
Charm and gaiety to
Life and everything.

The art which is most apt to
Give way to tears and memory.

That which washes away from the soul
The dust of everyday life.

It speaks what cannot be expressed,
Soothes the mind, yielding to rest;
Heals the heart, making it whole again;
Flows from heaven to the soul.

It causes us to dance -
For laughter and tears;
Hopes and dreams;
Fears and madness;
Love and lust.


To stop the flow of music would be akin
To the stopping of time itself –

Music is enough for a lifetime,
But one lifetime is not enough for

(weep for an angel)

10:10 am - *gasp* Guess what? Another new one!

Mortality in the Key of E

A man who know he will not die is
A young man.
Kept young by the knowledge that
Death shall have no dominion,
Nothing’s as hard as
Watching that die.

Who knows
The pain of death better –
He who gasps his final breath or
We who must breathe
The foul air of
His decomposition?

Who bears the greater burden –
The cold bones of
The dead man in his coffin or
The spine of
The pallbearer carrying his load?

No one knows this burden better than
We who have seen so many pass.

If we’re going to die,
We should make it count for
Something –
Make a stand.

(weep for an angel)

Saturday, February 17th, 2007
11:57 pm - Sometimes the muse...

is a vengeful, spiteful little bitch who refuses to let go - especially when she feels she's been neglected for oh so long.

What Of LoveCollapse )

Deadly ContemplationsCollapse )

Immortal PrisonCollapse )

DesiresCollapse )

Broken ToysCollapse )

FallingCollapse )

FamilyCollapse )

The Chill Of WinterCollapse )

Hellish AlchemyCollapse )

St. ValentineCollapse )

LoveCollapse )

GhostsCollapse )

RevengeCollapse )

*sits back, panting and exhausted - yet bathed in an afterglow*

(1 tear | weep for an angel)

11:45 pm - Another New One - It's Been a Busy Night


Who should have lived forever,
Living their last?
Who would ever believe that
They would die?

Life is the enemy we cannot defeat,
Only to cling like parasites on
The living flesh of the universe.

Life will always find a way to
Cheat death,
Hoping that we’re not noticed and
Brushed away with
A flick of the hand.

Life is a gift –
As sweet as the freshest peach,
As precious as a gilded jewel.

You will come back –
You MUST come back!
It is your destiny, and
Destiny will not be trifled with.

For we must never forget
What we are –
Or from whom we came.

This is our lifeblood;
Our nourishment.
Without it we wither and
Become nothing.

(weep for an angel)

11:39 pm - New Poetry - haven't posted in ages

Midnight's Passioned Plea

His voice was
Silken whispers
In the small hours of the night and
Rolled over me like
A warm lip of ocean –
Pleasurable, caressing.
His lips were velvet;
His tongue a quick wetness.
His breath was hot and sweet
As he whispered into my ear,
“Your pulse I taste like
Cherries on my tongue.
You have taken
My small gift
And polished it ‘til it shone –
Yet your own great gifts
You throw away.
I ran away from your love, and
Now I run towards it so
Let me be covered in your
Silken chains.
Tie me down and
Let me drown in your
Sweet flesh.”

(weep for an angel)

Tuesday, December 26th, 2006
12:54 pm - The Devil in December

The Devil in December

behind the tree and wrap and bow
in the light and in shadow
i know the devil in december

no chimney does he creep down late
he sits in front and starts awake
i know the devil in december

grins and screams
he knows the way
no jolly laugh
no fucking sleigh
an abomination with anger deep
lies and secrets come to reap
generations of traditional sin
an abomination beneath skin
in the basement
below the rooms
i know the devil in december

(weep for an angel)

Thursday, August 17th, 2006
3:32 pm - I haven't posted in a while...

but this is something new, written just earlier today. So I wanted to post it for your review.

Midnight’s Passioned Plea

His voice was
Silken whispers
In the small hours of the night and
Rolled over me like
A warm lip of ocean –
Pleasurable, caressing.
His lips were velvet;
His tongue a quick wetness.
His breath was hot and sweet
As he whispered into my ear,
“Your pulse I taste like
Cherries on my tongue.
You have taken
My small gift
And polished it ‘til it shone –
Yet your own great gifts
You throw away.
I ran away from your love, and
Now I run towards it so
Let me be covered in your
Silken chains.
Tie me down and
Let me drown in your
Sweet flesh.”

(weep for an angel)

Tuesday, August 1st, 2006
10:24 am - am new

well am new and i just want to drop by and say hi i guess.

(weep for an angel)

Tuesday, May 16th, 2006
1:59 pm

Can you tell a story in 100 words or less? Can there be a plot, climax, and possible resolution or would it just be a tangled segment of your thoughts?

Take the challenge here


(weep for an angel)

Wednesday, March 15th, 2006
10:19 pm - Losing the Light

Losing the Light

stumbling through the lost days
moving between sleep and wake
never finding either
i hope again to taste the universe
to find that brief flash against the darkness

the pains deepen and my thoughts again knot in loops
the threads of the world are frayed
the needle cannot be strung
i feel the nothings touching me
my breath lost to the empty decades

the dæmon in the mirror repeats her message
"no one is coming to help you
no one can save you
their world is not your world
forget the distractions
and go where you must go"

(weep for an angel)

Monday, February 13th, 2006
10:19 pm


Plunge the knife in deepCollapse )

(weep for an angel)

Monday, January 9th, 2006
8:34 pm - And for this I give thanks, if nothing else...

New writing...Collapse )

current mood: sad

(5 tears | weep for an angel)

Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
2:50 am - bleh

Time meant nothing untill I found you.
That makes me sick.
The very thought of it - a time before my time.
You had no right to find her - you should have waited on me.
I waited on you. I cried for you untill the day I met you -
I just didn't know it.

Extened version on my journal, but this was the ony bit I felt worthy of posting.

current mood: uncomfortable

(weep for an angel)

Thursday, December 29th, 2005
10:52 pm - fettishist

'stilleto fettish'
you take all your clues from me then say you'd like to settle down
with a girl who wears sattin slippers.
i have a stiletto fettish.
believe me,

not me.
all of that merciless rage condensed onto a stilleto
point is not for one who thinks with his childish heart.

current mood: aggravated

(weep for an angel)

Monday, December 26th, 2005
10:20 pm - he


modest; understated
a touch, marked by simplicity
a breath
one effortless breath - an echo momentary.
now overwhelming
contradicting the fear
talking without knowing
But sometimes you don't know;
its not only me who feels that.
but mostly its only me.
ignorant to you.
then the echo
returning; easy
and i forget to feel the driving rain - the rush about to
hit me.
for a moment
in your echo beautiful
and the echo saves me
a breath.
a breath which lasts forever
for a moment


current mood: confused

(weep for an angel)

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