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Hello everyone,
My second book of poetry called Beyond the Grave is ready for sale.
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Poem: Lonely
Angels weep when you are gone.
Can I be the valley to belong?
Angels grow wings in the forest
of pain.
I will be strong in needs to gain.
Your silence hurts my ears,
and love abandons all the fears
through the years.
A pretty lady in a broom.
No place to lay myself down.
I am a piece of dust waiting
for eternity.
From a speck of life
to a bridge of light,
love is patient,
our beautiful sight.
A candle shimmers in the
wind.
Love is hard to send.
You are easy to bend over
and over again.
I try to relax.
All I get is pain.
A quick reaction to blame.
I should have been a tear
instead of rain,
a tear rolling down your cheek.
Your lips are from the sun.
You are an angel.
A growth from God.
I carry baggage all the time.
In my mind you are always
easy to find.
Your wings gave birth.
You left me flying toward
the sky through the wind.
Nature's flower girl.
I am alone.
Poem: Why Conceive?
There is a skull wrapped
around a flag in land we
will never have.
Our sick government
on drugs, and I disagree
with our tragic world.
We are tragedy.
Souls and wombs dead
in society.
Why accept the crime to
give life when we must die
in our own misery?
A weed for the sky.
A seed for the ground.
We are all angels just nowhere
to be found.
There is a skull wrapped
around a pole in the flag
of truth.
War and time.
Disgusted and blessed.
Give us peace.
Let us live.
Shame in sick
torture.
Can you beg me
a lost moment?
We will all die.
Why accept the crime
to give life?
Let the lost children never be born.
This world is poor
and we weep for more.
How did we lose all those
beautiful pieces?
Your skull and mine
will be in the grave.
Why conceive?
Poem: Little Brown House
Little brown house
by the mountain.
Trees pretty but torn.
The roots seek the
rain to be.
I see all the memories.
The history of mountain life.
We are all rags to riches
in disease.
We crave the enemy.
He always takes us into
winter.
Nature listens with the wind.
Little brown house weeps;
all the walls have feelings.
We praise the rain.
Bring fruit.
Love the seed
and grow inside your
house of dreams.
Poem: Calling All Angels
Calling all angels
suffering inside your
cell.
Assault against wounds your angel
dried in the sun
with bruises on her face.
She felt like a tomb inside
of a mummy’s trance.
A young girl cuts your
throat and your inner ego
took you to Hell.
Calling all angels.
A young girl cried
and you walk in jail,
bruises around her
throat;
she is dead in
your grave.
Battered and weak, do
you not get any sleep?
The angels in Heaven
have wings, and you
have surfaced your time
to meet sin in front of
your eyes.
Cry, "This is all I have learned
to do!"
I felt her soul in Heaven.
You are old, fragile,
ugly, quiet unkind, wrinkled,
very weak, and your clothes are bright orange,
and you have no heart.
You are so ugly, man, that I believe I could smoke
you dry and leave you to dissolve in the rain
melting inside on an ashtray with no soul
to roam.
All you are now is tar on the highway.
An ugly, tight sin in the hole under hell
screaming for life.
Calling all angels, she took your wings;
you could not fly.
You were burned up.
We only found the rain and mercy for the
young girl’s tight throat around your skull
taking every breath lost inside that pretty
angel’s pain.
Poem: Ghosts
Ghosts said a v ribbon
for you.
They cut you up in red
blood and blue.
The wind carved blades
shaping your truth ring
v ribbon on the iron board
of pressed lines
and lonely sleep.
Poem: Angel
You die inside your slow
death.
I want to feel like an angel
floating on clouds near Jesus, young and
pretty inside the womb that brought you
to this earth.
You are not sick, just beautiful inside your soul
like a beauty queen fixing to give birth
into the night to life, not death.
You die inside your rainbow
of colors--- the era of light that
is sight.
The rain remembered your
every song to bless this life.
The womb closed a door to life;
your hand captured and moved
me in time.
You die inside your soul,
a new birth of an angel
to sing to me cold.
Into the night, only time.
Your last will of change to
Heaven's gold.
You will shine like a gold
wing lost to clouds.
Your beautiful face
gleams.
Poem: Crow
You are the black
crow lost and sacred
to Cherokee.
I am the white feather
in the water.
Your sky of spirit is over me.
Poem: Black Death
Black death
came over me
tonight.
The black demon
took my soul and
strives.
Everything I wanted
to be was lost at
the door of death.
Holes in the bucket
well lost without sleep.
Black death discovered
me.
Now I am so alone
inside the mirror of
Eve.
Cracked choices
and lost time
buried within the
night;
I lost numbers,
only black stairs and
fear.
How I fear black death;
there is no color.
I am a ghost longing to
be free.
I will find the light soon.
Black death scares me.
Sleep darkness.
Poem: Rain
I say a prayer
to the rain tonight---
keep her spirit
into the air of sight.
I say a prayer
to the black night;
it holds the key to
Heaven, so far,
yet so pure.
I say a prayer
to the sun to
keep the angel
safe and trail
roads sweet.
I love the night
wind.
Sleep with
the wings of
silence.
I no longer hear
the cries, the rain
loves hearts, and
we are all young like
we were before.
Never are we alone.
The rain keeps us
wet and dark in
the shape of the
night till morning, the life we have.
Breathe life in.
Take it while you
can.
Love yourself.
Cherish sight
and sound.
Always love the
rain;
let it kiss
your lips and
gently caress
the shadows
of the sun.
Poem: Life
Wounds dissolve me.
I break apart
the bend of seeds
dark inside the
frame.
Bleed me dry.
Succeed your time.
Am I to blame?
I am not the same.
Decaying away.
I have left my
shady life.
All the best
can be left behind.
Enemies
are in my own
private hell.
Ancient hands
and masks
dwell.
Lost inside
of age---
wrinkles cage.
I cannot escape life.
Poem: Different Pieces
I am feeling good.
Shove me in your mouth,
swallow me,
and when you digest this
beautiful girl,
you will feel good
because you had me
solid inside your stomach.
I was weak and
you flushed me
out.
I was gone between
leaks, and the gray
duct tape stuck
me in the pipes,
shaping you
between the
spaces.
I spit you out,
letting go of
you.
What a way
to end this tragedy
in this circle we call life.
In the rain we are both
locked up in.
You were bubblegum,
and I was the lips around
your head flavoring
you dry in the cold.
I loved the winter rain.
A ladybug on your flower in
spring.
Now we are nature together,
and the trash is burned.
Poem: Why Are You Lonely Brother?
Why are you so lonely Brother,
when your hair is lovely and blond?
Your eyes are blue as the sea.
I don't know why you are lost without
love.
Star took your love.
Rocket science on your moon.
I don't understand why you can't
find love, for your beauty is so true.
Every word you create inside
you is music.
Every blessing you share is in
the blood;
I am your sister
to hear words.
Star took your love.
Rocket science on your glove.
I don't understand fear, why you
can't love, and no sound is.
Lonely, bitter pain.
Lost without you.
Lost without love.
I am alive.
I feel the pain, star.
Poem: Lost
When you are lost again,
I will be the wound to bruise
your inner pain.
When you are alive again,
I will be dead with you,
and we can love our graves.
When I scream out loud to
you, I am the knife;
can I cut you mentally?
When I lust to you,
I weep in the bed
of skill.
Pretty long hair
above your skull.
Pretty razor blades
cutting your wrists.
When you are lost again,
I will be the wound
and you can feel my pain;
no longer will you slide.
Your blade is on me, the
razor to shine.
Poem: Breath and Eternal Light
What is breath,
when you don't
want to share it?
What is love
when you don't
want to live it?
What is death
a coffin or
a flower?
What is summer,
winter or love?
What is God:
your eternal
light?
Take this life.
Do you want
a part of me?
The breath and
eternal light will
be waiting for you.
Poem: To Love
To love.
To be wise
inside my sleep.
Suffocate your
will to change me
into a difficult personality.
Beyond repair to love.
Why solve the pain?
There is sin, anger,
and a wasted life.
You deceived me.
To love alone,
and you hold the
key to our tragic
kingdom.
To love.
We are lost.
Poem: Friend
I tell you friend
to walk alone
with your trash
and pain.
I tell you friend,
why do you take
this abuse when
I will let you out of
the rain?
Morning is here.
Afternoon is dark.
I am your friend;
why don't you part
from that lover of yours?
He bends you in half all
of the time.
I pick up your pieces;
every time he hits
you, it leaves a print on
me.
A doll inside your frame.
I tell you girl, you have to
break free from the drain
that leaks a hole in your
heart.
What is love?
You tell me.
I am lost.
I cannot see the
desire that you have.
I pick you up every time;
that is why you are always
pieced together like a flower,
so beautiful, inside of a vase.
I always take care of you.
Sweet love pieced together
through all of your pain.
Poem: Silent Inside the Scream
Silent inside the scream.
Break my heart ask for change.
Hold this love in your hands;
piece me back together;
I fall to sand.
Doubtful for time.
Aware of you in my eyes
until the sun shone pale
shade.
Shadows form the
twilight caress our dreams.
Silent inside rusted bones.
Break my heart;
dare to love me.
I wait for you.
The feelings and illusions are real
inside my mind.
Silent inside the scream.
The rain and sun loves
anger.
Love and light, criminal insane
pain, and we smile.
You are the edge,
and I am the wound.
Scream lost within the silence;
there is no noise.
Poem: Mask
Mother, I know I am lost;
Brother found you out
in the snow praying for
winter to stay;
I was your scarf to hide all the pain
Dad gave.
Mother, I know it was time
for your life to start, but
you always forgive and let
others break your heart.
Mother, I know your heart
is sweet and well;
you love me through the rough edges.
Sometimes it is hard to hide
the shell that created the mask.
Mother hung me on a nail in the
living room and said a prayer
to her Lord.
The mask is all that I have, Mother,
but you try to change a different
part of me to gray newspaper and
white glue.
You are the art class, and I have learned
a lesson from you:
I cannot be my own mask;
you won't let me be myself.
You try to change me into a blank piece
of newspaper print from the city or town.
I am alone inside of the pencil word,
and the mask you gave me from
birth was lost inside the purpose of
skin;
only newspaper print and trash
wasted in your kitchen wound of life.
Poem: Red Cookie Jar
Mother gave me a red
cookie jar one morning.
It was cracked and dirty.
On the bottom of the jar
read the words "for sale"
at the local thrift store;
pennies were all it cost.
She gave five pennies
for that red cookie jar.
Poem: Road
Walk down your road tonight
hold your head up in glory
and light.
I see Jesus on the other side
waiting for you.
I want to be in your shoes,
and I will.
I believe in you.
I know where you are going.
I will meet you one day.
Don't worry, I will be in Heaven
with you, sweet Louise.
Sweet Louise, wait for me.
I hear you calling for me tonight.
When is Jesus going to bring me
home?
I am in your shoes now, and
I am feeling so lost.
Walk down your road from
Heaven, comfort me, let us
meet and shine in glory.
How divine is the power
to Heaven.
Poem: Paperclip
I am the paperclip, and you
are paper on the edge of
trash.
Poem: The Little Child Inside of Me
The moon is my shadow;
your voice corrupts it.
You sent a grave of distance.
I am a child in a deep wound
who doesn't want to grow up into an adult.
The wounds are afraid in
a room of silence.
I am not ready to be held.
Small, this is all I am.
When the lights go out,
do you feel like a lover or a father?
What do you want to do with me,
play house or clean house?
Do you want to be my husband?
I am no good.
My body is weak.
Delicate as a wash.
I just want to fade more each day.
My face is white, the paint shaping my mask.
I can no longer take these walls.
Holes in your eyes.
A wild spider carried into your
rain web fear.
I have cut you into a wound.
No longer found are we together.
What are feelings?
I am tired and small.
I don't want to grow up.
In time I will die on the edge.
Again we will be torn in half because of change.
Poem: Renaissance
The sadness of the earth,
and we dwell in the
madness.
What life conceives is
death.
A renaissance in the moment.
Evil dwells within.
Happiness is on the vine.
Pretty art for your tongue.
Keep silent inside yourself.
Die inside your skeleton’s bones.
The sadness you
conceive is death.
Birth inside your
wrinkles revolving in
renaissance’s departure.
Poem: Damage Me
Damage me.
I have lost control
to the flames, my
hell is burning
inside the womb,
and I tell myself
damaging words
that break me
into pieces on
the floor.
Damage me.
Break me.
I have lost
life with
the wind.
I echo a word;
there is no
peace, only
death and
the womb from
which the soul
craves.
Poem: Would You Feel?
If I told you my heart
must be only one,
I believe in my dreams.
Have you been missing love?
I have a place like this
piece of heaven, the sunshine,
a drink, a beautiful body.
Do I know?
Do you just want an angel to this dance?
If you were heaven,
what is good as lost hearts?
Has anyone told you I love
you at first sight?
We kiss.
Can you talk?
Should I need anything in here?
Kiss me.
Would you feel?
Poem: Art
An artist feels passion when alone.
The colors blend the
harmony and song.
Capture the art.
Green fields in shadows
that form
a picture of beauty
in a silent place
called the sun.
The rain will never
adore;
I am the only
one that knows the
art and the peaceful
shore.
Silent with numb tears and
jealous pain, the art
creates love, and the
pain endures silence
in dried ink fading away.
Poem: Believe in Beautiful Fine Eyes
Believe in beautiful fine eyes
where angels fear
their wings and pride.
How beautiful is Heaven to
you?
I cannot see Heaven now.
Colors are a blur.
If you hear me shout, you
would bless every sin.
What is to approve
a lonely road of the most
righteous heart?
This heart was burned
in cold winter fog.
Has love ever cost you
anything?
When you don't
have love, you will be
left standing in a place
of one black heart.
Believe in beautiful
fine eyes closed.
Beautiful words left you
bitter.
Sleep alone tonight.
Can you see my beautiful
eyes?
I don't want to open them.
You can't see these two pretty
brown eyes anymore.
Believe in love when you have it;
cut the needle or
love the heart and comfort it.
Poem: It Is Hard to Know
It is hard to know
when all we have
now is love to grow.
Silent when we sleep.
We hold each other
in mercy and defeat.
It is hard to know
when you are faking
to love me.
Hold this heart.
Mend it.
Let it shine.
Don't be blind.
Down that road,
love will lead
us rough to
the end.
Our edges will
fit together.
Our path in
the wind.
Let us breathe
together until
the end, and
eternity will
hold us together.
We will not
shadow away from
each other.
Our souls will
capture our thoughts
and mend our life.
Let us embrace our death.
Heaven will guide
us home.
Poem: Sad Dream
Bare inside your mind,
I could easily find all
of your pain and memories.
A part of me was you.
I plan to be your skeleton
and dust when you sleep
in history.
When you arrive to your
slow suicide, I will be
your mercy bleeding.
Every rose has its thorn
and love will be alone.
Cover me.
Do you hear me?
Your thoughts haven't
changed me.
A heart is breakable and
out of fashion bent into
a soul.
Heaven is our clone to
share lost in darkness.
We cannot find light to
share.
Thoughts were cut.
Your mind is reckless.
Fear subsides you.
Lost, there is no light.
The iris is lost
in sight.
Birth was lost.
Your sad dream.
Poem: The End
Winter ghost deceives.
Maiden farewell.
All do bestow in lazy,
full wicked torment.
Envy night.
You grace light.
Dream.
Curse me like a
peasant lady to
seemly measure mortal
mercy.
Discontent after poison;
from hence fortune though
my will at loathsome lover---
lordship death.
The love here almost vulgar.
Some will question vows
for his haste;
only was nothing
and I use a perilous friend.
I slander every woman in contempt.
Thus, wherefore tale myself
which herein breasts never
above a merry bosom.
Through man she can
forswear thine art.
Sanctify.
Poem: Love
You feel empty,
but imagine art
when only color has
passion.
Why angel?
The black smoke
for time, and
you break at waste,
piece and create.
I know every angry mess.
Let my surreal wild
picture paint our lives,
which would mount deep
blue color and white music
through us, a made canvas.
My second book of poetry called Beyond the Grave is ready for sale.
Cost of the book is 14.99 There is 237 pages in this book. Here is
samples of the poems in my book. Please support my poetry
and buy a book. The link is www.lulu.com/content/309588
Thanks,
Misty Lackey
Poem: Lonely
Angels weep when you are gone.
Can I be the valley to belong?
Angels grow wings in the forest
of pain.
I will be strong in needs to gain.
Your silence hurts my ears,
and love abandons all the fears
through the years.
A pretty lady in a broom.
No place to lay myself down.
I am a piece of dust waiting
for eternity.
From a speck of life
to a bridge of light,
love is patient,
our beautiful sight.
A candle shimmers in the
wind.
Love is hard to send.
You are easy to bend over
and over again.
I try to relax.
All I get is pain.
A quick reaction to blame.
I should have been a tear
instead of rain,
a tear rolling down your cheek.
Your lips are from the sun.
You are an angel.
A growth from God.
I carry baggage all the time.
In my mind you are always
easy to find.
Your wings gave birth.
You left me flying toward
the sky through the wind.
Nature's flower girl.
I am alone.
Poem: Why Conceive?
There is a skull wrapped
around a flag in land we
will never have.
Our sick government
on drugs, and I disagree
with our tragic world.
We are tragedy.
Souls and wombs dead
in society.
Why accept the crime to
give life when we must die
in our own misery?
A weed for the sky.
A seed for the ground.
We are all angels just nowhere
to be found.
There is a skull wrapped
around a pole in the flag
of truth.
War and time.
Disgusted and blessed.
Give us peace.
Let us live.
Shame in sick
torture.
Can you beg me
a lost moment?
We will all die.
Why accept the crime
to give life?
Let the lost children never be born.
This world is poor
and we weep for more.
How did we lose all those
beautiful pieces?
Your skull and mine
will be in the grave.
Why conceive?
Poem: Little Brown House
Little brown house
by the mountain.
Trees pretty but torn.
The roots seek the
rain to be.
I see all the memories.
The history of mountain life.
We are all rags to riches
in disease.
We crave the enemy.
He always takes us into
winter.
Nature listens with the wind.
Little brown house weeps;
all the walls have feelings.
We praise the rain.
Bring fruit.
Love the seed
and grow inside your
house of dreams.
Poem: Calling All Angels
Calling all angels
suffering inside your
cell.
Assault against wounds your angel
dried in the sun
with bruises on her face.
She felt like a tomb inside
of a mummy’s trance.
A young girl cuts your
throat and your inner ego
took you to Hell.
Calling all angels.
A young girl cried
and you walk in jail,
bruises around her
throat;
she is dead in
your grave.
Battered and weak, do
you not get any sleep?
The angels in Heaven
have wings, and you
have surfaced your time
to meet sin in front of
your eyes.
Cry, "This is all I have learned
to do!"
I felt her soul in Heaven.
You are old, fragile,
ugly, quiet unkind, wrinkled,
very weak, and your clothes are bright orange,
and you have no heart.
You are so ugly, man, that I believe I could smoke
you dry and leave you to dissolve in the rain
melting inside on an ashtray with no soul
to roam.
All you are now is tar on the highway.
An ugly, tight sin in the hole under hell
screaming for life.
Calling all angels, she took your wings;
you could not fly.
You were burned up.
We only found the rain and mercy for the
young girl’s tight throat around your skull
taking every breath lost inside that pretty
angel’s pain.
Poem: Ghosts
Ghosts said a v ribbon
for you.
They cut you up in red
blood and blue.
The wind carved blades
shaping your truth ring
v ribbon on the iron board
of pressed lines
and lonely sleep.
Poem: Angel
You die inside your slow
death.
I want to feel like an angel
floating on clouds near Jesus, young and
pretty inside the womb that brought you
to this earth.
You are not sick, just beautiful inside your soul
like a beauty queen fixing to give birth
into the night to life, not death.
You die inside your rainbow
of colors--- the era of light that
is sight.
The rain remembered your
every song to bless this life.
The womb closed a door to life;
your hand captured and moved
me in time.
You die inside your soul,
a new birth of an angel
to sing to me cold.
Into the night, only time.
Your last will of change to
Heaven's gold.
You will shine like a gold
wing lost to clouds.
Your beautiful face
gleams.
Poem: Crow
You are the black
crow lost and sacred
to Cherokee.
I am the white feather
in the water.
Your sky of spirit is over me.
Poem: Black Death
Black death
came over me
tonight.
The black demon
took my soul and
strives.
Everything I wanted
to be was lost at
the door of death.
Holes in the bucket
well lost without sleep.
Black death discovered
me.
Now I am so alone
inside the mirror of
Eve.
Cracked choices
and lost time
buried within the
night;
I lost numbers,
only black stairs and
fear.
How I fear black death;
there is no color.
I am a ghost longing to
be free.
I will find the light soon.
Black death scares me.
Sleep darkness.
Poem: Rain
I say a prayer
to the rain tonight---
keep her spirit
into the air of sight.
I say a prayer
to the black night;
it holds the key to
Heaven, so far,
yet so pure.
I say a prayer
to the sun to
keep the angel
safe and trail
roads sweet.
I love the night
wind.
Sleep with
the wings of
silence.
I no longer hear
the cries, the rain
loves hearts, and
we are all young like
we were before.
Never are we alone.
The rain keeps us
wet and dark in
the shape of the
night till morning, the life we have.
Breathe life in.
Take it while you
can.
Love yourself.
Cherish sight
and sound.
Always love the
rain;
let it kiss
your lips and
gently caress
the shadows
of the sun.
Poem: Life
Wounds dissolve me.
I break apart
the bend of seeds
dark inside the
frame.
Bleed me dry.
Succeed your time.
Am I to blame?
I am not the same.
Decaying away.
I have left my
shady life.
All the best
can be left behind.
Enemies
are in my own
private hell.
Ancient hands
and masks
dwell.
Lost inside
of age---
wrinkles cage.
I cannot escape life.
Poem: Different Pieces
I am feeling good.
Shove me in your mouth,
swallow me,
and when you digest this
beautiful girl,
you will feel good
because you had me
solid inside your stomach.
I was weak and
you flushed me
out.
I was gone between
leaks, and the gray
duct tape stuck
me in the pipes,
shaping you
between the
spaces.
I spit you out,
letting go of
you.
What a way
to end this tragedy
in this circle we call life.
In the rain we are both
locked up in.
You were bubblegum,
and I was the lips around
your head flavoring
you dry in the cold.
I loved the winter rain.
A ladybug on your flower in
spring.
Now we are nature together,
and the trash is burned.
Poem: Why Are You Lonely Brother?
Why are you so lonely Brother,
when your hair is lovely and blond?
Your eyes are blue as the sea.
I don't know why you are lost without
love.
Star took your love.
Rocket science on your moon.
I don't understand why you can't
find love, for your beauty is so true.
Every word you create inside
you is music.
Every blessing you share is in
the blood;
I am your sister
to hear words.
Star took your love.
Rocket science on your glove.
I don't understand fear, why you
can't love, and no sound is.
Lonely, bitter pain.
Lost without you.
Lost without love.
I am alive.
I feel the pain, star.
Poem: Lost
When you are lost again,
I will be the wound to bruise
your inner pain.
When you are alive again,
I will be dead with you,
and we can love our graves.
When I scream out loud to
you, I am the knife;
can I cut you mentally?
When I lust to you,
I weep in the bed
of skill.
Pretty long hair
above your skull.
Pretty razor blades
cutting your wrists.
When you are lost again,
I will be the wound
and you can feel my pain;
no longer will you slide.
Your blade is on me, the
razor to shine.
Poem: Breath and Eternal Light
What is breath,
when you don't
want to share it?
What is love
when you don't
want to live it?
What is death
a coffin or
a flower?
What is summer,
winter or love?
What is God:
your eternal
light?
Take this life.
Do you want
a part of me?
The breath and
eternal light will
be waiting for you.
Poem: To Love
To love.
To be wise
inside my sleep.
Suffocate your
will to change me
into a difficult personality.
Beyond repair to love.
Why solve the pain?
There is sin, anger,
and a wasted life.
You deceived me.
To love alone,
and you hold the
key to our tragic
kingdom.
To love.
We are lost.
Poem: Friend
I tell you friend
to walk alone
with your trash
and pain.
I tell you friend,
why do you take
this abuse when
I will let you out of
the rain?
Morning is here.
Afternoon is dark.
I am your friend;
why don't you part
from that lover of yours?
He bends you in half all
of the time.
I pick up your pieces;
every time he hits
you, it leaves a print on
me.
A doll inside your frame.
I tell you girl, you have to
break free from the drain
that leaks a hole in your
heart.
What is love?
You tell me.
I am lost.
I cannot see the
desire that you have.
I pick you up every time;
that is why you are always
pieced together like a flower,
so beautiful, inside of a vase.
I always take care of you.
Sweet love pieced together
through all of your pain.
Poem: Silent Inside the Scream
Silent inside the scream.
Break my heart ask for change.
Hold this love in your hands;
piece me back together;
I fall to sand.
Doubtful for time.
Aware of you in my eyes
until the sun shone pale
shade.
Shadows form the
twilight caress our dreams.
Silent inside rusted bones.
Break my heart;
dare to love me.
I wait for you.
The feelings and illusions are real
inside my mind.
Silent inside the scream.
The rain and sun loves
anger.
Love and light, criminal insane
pain, and we smile.
You are the edge,
and I am the wound.
Scream lost within the silence;
there is no noise.
Poem: Mask
Mother, I know I am lost;
Brother found you out
in the snow praying for
winter to stay;
I was your scarf to hide all the pain
Dad gave.
Mother, I know it was time
for your life to start, but
you always forgive and let
others break your heart.
Mother, I know your heart
is sweet and well;
you love me through the rough edges.
Sometimes it is hard to hide
the shell that created the mask.
Mother hung me on a nail in the
living room and said a prayer
to her Lord.
The mask is all that I have, Mother,
but you try to change a different
part of me to gray newspaper and
white glue.
You are the art class, and I have learned
a lesson from you:
I cannot be my own mask;
you won't let me be myself.
You try to change me into a blank piece
of newspaper print from the city or town.
I am alone inside of the pencil word,
and the mask you gave me from
birth was lost inside the purpose of
skin;
only newspaper print and trash
wasted in your kitchen wound of life.
Poem: Red Cookie Jar
Mother gave me a red
cookie jar one morning.
It was cracked and dirty.
On the bottom of the jar
read the words "for sale"
at the local thrift store;
pennies were all it cost.
She gave five pennies
for that red cookie jar.
Poem: Road
Walk down your road tonight
hold your head up in glory
and light.
I see Jesus on the other side
waiting for you.
I want to be in your shoes,
and I will.
I believe in you.
I know where you are going.
I will meet you one day.
Don't worry, I will be in Heaven
with you, sweet Louise.
Sweet Louise, wait for me.
I hear you calling for me tonight.
When is Jesus going to bring me
home?
I am in your shoes now, and
I am feeling so lost.
Walk down your road from
Heaven, comfort me, let us
meet and shine in glory.
How divine is the power
to Heaven.
Poem: Paperclip
I am the paperclip, and you
are paper on the edge of
trash.
Poem: The Little Child Inside of Me
The moon is my shadow;
your voice corrupts it.
You sent a grave of distance.
I am a child in a deep wound
who doesn't want to grow up into an adult.
The wounds are afraid in
a room of silence.
I am not ready to be held.
Small, this is all I am.
When the lights go out,
do you feel like a lover or a father?
What do you want to do with me,
play house or clean house?
Do you want to be my husband?
I am no good.
My body is weak.
Delicate as a wash.
I just want to fade more each day.
My face is white, the paint shaping my mask.
I can no longer take these walls.
Holes in your eyes.
A wild spider carried into your
rain web fear.
I have cut you into a wound.
No longer found are we together.
What are feelings?
I am tired and small.
I don't want to grow up.
In time I will die on the edge.
Again we will be torn in half because of change.
Poem: Renaissance
The sadness of the earth,
and we dwell in the
madness.
What life conceives is
death.
A renaissance in the moment.
Evil dwells within.
Happiness is on the vine.
Pretty art for your tongue.
Keep silent inside yourself.
Die inside your skeleton’s bones.
The sadness you
conceive is death.
Birth inside your
wrinkles revolving in
renaissance’s departure.
Poem: Damage Me
Damage me.
I have lost control
to the flames, my
hell is burning
inside the womb,
and I tell myself
damaging words
that break me
into pieces on
the floor.
Damage me.
Break me.
I have lost
life with
the wind.
I echo a word;
there is no
peace, only
death and
the womb from
which the soul
craves.
Poem: Would You Feel?
If I told you my heart
must be only one,
I believe in my dreams.
Have you been missing love?
I have a place like this
piece of heaven, the sunshine,
a drink, a beautiful body.
Do I know?
Do you just want an angel to this dance?
If you were heaven,
what is good as lost hearts?
Has anyone told you I love
you at first sight?
We kiss.
Can you talk?
Should I need anything in here?
Kiss me.
Would you feel?
Poem: Art
An artist feels passion when alone.
The colors blend the
harmony and song.
Capture the art.
Green fields in shadows
that form
a picture of beauty
in a silent place
called the sun.
The rain will never
adore;
I am the only
one that knows the
art and the peaceful
shore.
Silent with numb tears and
jealous pain, the art
creates love, and the
pain endures silence
in dried ink fading away.
Poem: Believe in Beautiful Fine Eyes
Believe in beautiful fine eyes
where angels fear
their wings and pride.
How beautiful is Heaven to
you?
I cannot see Heaven now.
Colors are a blur.
If you hear me shout, you
would bless every sin.
What is to approve
a lonely road of the most
righteous heart?
This heart was burned
in cold winter fog.
Has love ever cost you
anything?
When you don't
have love, you will be
left standing in a place
of one black heart.
Believe in beautiful
fine eyes closed.
Beautiful words left you
bitter.
Sleep alone tonight.
Can you see my beautiful
eyes?
I don't want to open them.
You can't see these two pretty
brown eyes anymore.
Believe in love when you have it;
cut the needle or
love the heart and comfort it.
Poem: It Is Hard to Know
It is hard to know
when all we have
now is love to grow.
Silent when we sleep.
We hold each other
in mercy and defeat.
It is hard to know
when you are faking
to love me.
Hold this heart.
Mend it.
Let it shine.
Don't be blind.
Down that road,
love will lead
us rough to
the end.
Our edges will
fit together.
Our path in
the wind.
Let us breathe
together until
the end, and
eternity will
hold us together.
We will not
shadow away from
each other.
Our souls will
capture our thoughts
and mend our life.
Let us embrace our death.
Heaven will guide
us home.
Poem: Sad Dream
Bare inside your mind,
I could easily find all
of your pain and memories.
A part of me was you.
I plan to be your skeleton
and dust when you sleep
in history.
When you arrive to your
slow suicide, I will be
your mercy bleeding.
Every rose has its thorn
and love will be alone.
Cover me.
Do you hear me?
Your thoughts haven't
changed me.
A heart is breakable and
out of fashion bent into
a soul.
Heaven is our clone to
share lost in darkness.
We cannot find light to
share.
Thoughts were cut.
Your mind is reckless.
Fear subsides you.
Lost, there is no light.
The iris is lost
in sight.
Birth was lost.
Your sad dream.
Poem: The End
Winter ghost deceives.
Maiden farewell.
All do bestow in lazy,
full wicked torment.
Envy night.
You grace light.
Dream.
Curse me like a
peasant lady to
seemly measure mortal
mercy.
Discontent after poison;
from hence fortune though
my will at loathsome lover---
lordship death.
The love here almost vulgar.
Some will question vows
for his haste;
only was nothing
and I use a perilous friend.
I slander every woman in contempt.
Thus, wherefore tale myself
which herein breasts never
above a merry bosom.
Through man she can
forswear thine art.
Sanctify.
Poem: Love
You feel empty,
but imagine art
when only color has
passion.
Why angel?
The black smoke
for time, and
you break at waste,
piece and create.
I know every angry mess.
Let my surreal wild
picture paint our lives,
which would mount deep
blue color and white music
through us, a made canvas.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
