This project is super fun I love this idea mighty (and you all poets)

No!
I don’t know who you are
Though I don’t need to know
For any of your treachery
Reveal the beats of howl in you

As a fierce beast you crawl
Exposing your teeth
Like a hungry tiger keen to bleed
Soft doe or small lamb
Within me I conceal

I hear you talk
With noxious secret
Fat and big!
You are like an elephant of the past
Your flesh turns to dust
When the hour lasts
Though it lasts so fast

A man! You are not
But bold animal;
A wolf of the lost times;
For a being defines strength
For affection, passion, and hence
Generous soul to display,
With bravery and nobleness
He would behave

And the animal you
Is but a wolf
Out of his cage of no rhymes
Dark being out of hearse,
Wild canine carnivore
Lusting the twilight before the full moon
Throbbing your hunger
For the cruelty of the night

A wolf carving teeth
Greedy for thousand felonies
Of the night,
Before the day rises his fears

Ruse and hunger;
Muzzle with probing stare,
Piercing black eyes
Unfolding the darkness
For your crimes
Angry teeth to thrive,
Sharp claws to unearth
And filthy nails
Notching up debris of your preys

Still I cannot behold your face;
All your traits, erased
But these grimaces
Under sheep outfit
And mischief smile to crown all

As I approach to hold your face,
You rush and disappear
Through the flame of light
With the rapidity of the wind,
Though with a curiosity,
Your shadow prevails.




N. F.

there's a pretty lady~bows~ great to have U here honey

Thank you sweety ....so whats new???

Souls
Destitute,
Destroyed,
Humiliated,
Tortured and mutilated
Carcass deprived from breath
Elders disgusted into depress
Children livin’ in terrors of stress
Bodies decayin’ in catacombs
For awaitin’ a bliss,
A miracle, a saviour

Whilst ears ajar, I cramp to hear
Their last sighs
Severed under staggers of death
I just impede; paralysed with no cure
For their bereavement
Lingering to hear the ultimate inhalation
To their fatality

Dispirited youth delivering anonymous hearts,
Hammerin’ horrid apprehensions

I blockade, faded in meaning;
Head teeming unsolved interrogations
Though still to delude myself
For their case to be saved;
Victims of cries, victims of sinister nights
Victims of the supreme carnage;
To their innocence to massacre,
Their blood to quaff

Yet sole this trepidation in their eyes
Could reveal;
For they don’t speak,
They don’t scream;
They don’t hope at all
Only their eyes could display
These horrors of repugnance;
Only their trembling eyes
Could explain the triumph
Of the absolute end.



N.F

alooooot of pain mom's just home from hospital~emergency surgery~and I'm trying to help

~hugs~hun remember to e-mail me Ure permission for the artistic use for the poems, how U been, I've missed U

sorry for your mom dear ....how is she now? send her my greetings hun

Thank you dear. But can you elaborate a lil more. ....course, u v my permission

Hugs

Mirror,
What do you see tonight?
A face? A hole?
A time?

My mirror!
Is your world of blind?
I’m addressing you tonight;
For in this hour,
Poor and weary,
I behold flashes of my life.

Reflections are so hard to discern
If we just turn on the four wheels
--Reflections of an age
That mirrors break behind
With debris that could denounce mean deeds.

Mirrors reflecting maddening memory
Gore – at agony of the heart-
My eyes wide open
Inverted into the light of glass
Revealed behind mirrors of foil sanity-,
I perceive a face with wrinkles
While spirits dance all around-;
It’s just a proof for days of misery and loom.

The mirror scatters,
The image multiplies at once;
I behold one but many faces
Shaped in one sense
Intensifying and alterin’ in mood
--shaped in joy and sorrow
In love and hate
In happiness and pain
In glory and failing deeds
In youth and years--
Of the past and present
And leading to a future
Of the outlandish!

Mirrors of forged impression;
I sense the forms,
Cries and laughter,
Grimaces and smiles;
A face that sole displays the outrage
Of the irony of times.

Face as reflections of the mortal,
Explaining with lashes
The sagacity of life like
Changing the doldrums,
Shifting figures,
With rapid hours;
Face as reflections under fluctuation.




N.F

.....I was vague babe see for legal purposes it has to be stated a certain way~worded~ so U just gotta copy and paste it from the permission thread and just fill in Ure name and e-mail it to me. let me know if thats clear enough hun~hugs~

she is recovering well thanx sweety

LuV
Me

Reflection! I see...
See reflection...
_His reflection in you_, she said.
I stumbled
Just a bearer;
Am,
Of the palanquin
Covered with litter
In which she’s a traveler

I hear her peals
Emanating from her soul
But how can I tell her
I am desolate; a plummet
Revoked after totter

Becalmed, shackled,
Hypothetical; just swaggering:
_Tears in her eyes
(Am I a Liar?)

I stumbled;
For still I behold,
Tears rolling down her cheeks,
--Story was told, in terse,
Lucid but, she remained--
Crabbed
In her eyes, amidst her tears
--Why didn’t I see him?

Wooly, I gazed
Rag ends, were picked
From grab bags
Where bobbled misconstrued forsooth,
Though she nodded off the mongrel

I stumbled again
And she was this time,
Blunt and plain;
I suffer, she said, no pain!
_Then why the tears?
Why the blur?
Why the bran, fumigating?

Up to her ears,
In tears
She stood, droning,
Lusterless, frigid, emotionally wrecked

Bespattered, I stood
Drenched;
No more pain I could uphold.
She stared at me;
Winced at her sight
I faltered, when
Benevolence in her eyes
I could discern

Melted
All heat I felt
Till night, I knew I had to wait.
Only then the burst of the moon
Could reflect!
Reflect jealousy of the moment
I embraced
_Why was I jealous?

Beholding her eyes,
Seepin’ out o’ grace!
Ashamed I sat
With one hesitant Feeling:
Alone, lone I stood;
Ashamed; Anointed!



Written by my great friend;
Chafe - September 12th 2002