October 26, 2017

? Love:

Love, who understands
Named by millions
Misused by more
No two the same
Yet we seek it
Long for it
Even kill
In hopes to find it
If by chance we do
We’ll toss it aside
Lost in some concept

Never finding the truth

October 17, 2017

Satan's night out:

This night be dark
Our moon is full
My master Satan
Has all his tools

His tongue was sharpened
With words to please
For your soul he’ll
Take from thee

We demons roam
Both far and wide
On this his most
Hallow night

Dress up like
What you are
For your now
In his back yard

I hear screams
From those who didn’t
Heed my pleas
Now we demons feed

          Jack looked at the note Raven had passed him:  I need to talk to you. For God sake please meet me in back of Saint Mary’s before the party. 

          Great. I go out with her one time a month ago and now she thinks she owns me. Why in the hell did I let the guys talk me into dating her?  “She likes you, Jack.” “She is easy.” “She’ll date anyone.”  Just then a piece of paper hit me. What the hell! Is this note day or something?  I unfolded it was from Bill.  Locker room after class.

          I followed Bill through the Locker room door and before the door could even close he shoved me against the wall.

          Bill had fire in his eyes and started yelling. What have you done? Do I have to lead you around everywhere by the hand like some little kid?  JoAnn just told me Raven is pregnant.  Don’t you know what a fucking rubber is? The morning after pill?  Shit, you’re the number one goalie in the state and I’m the number one defender.  Do you think R.O.U. will pay you extra to be toting a kid around?  Much less a wife.  She is going to have her hand so deep in your pocket.  You do remember what the R.O.U. scout said?  The two of us- not you, not me, not one without the other. Fuck, just stay away from me you, ass hole. Bill stomped out of the locker room.

         What in the hell is he so worked up about?  Shit, it’s not like her kid couldn’t be anyone of the guys on the soccer team.  I know I was not the first or the last.  I’ll tell her she it’s my word against hers.  Everyone in town knows what kind of girl she is.  They would never believe her over me.

          Raven could see Saint Mary’s across the street.  She had put on her nicest dress.  She wanted Jack to be as happy for her as she was.  She had always wanted a baby and why not Jacks baby.  For years she had a crush on him.  She know he lived and breathed soccer.  That is all he would talk about in school.   She would not take that away from him.  They could live together at the dorm then after he got out of R.O.U. they could get married.  No one needed to know but him.  Some of the girls keep asking her. They didn’t know.  All she told them was she was going to live with a sick Aunt up north for the rest of the school year.  She thought she saw Jack wearing the devils costume.  She kissed her father goodbye and started across the street.

          Bill watched her go behind the church.  Hell, Bill and Jack have been friends for too long to let some slut come between them.  When he got home he’d call Jack and tell him what he needed to do so Raven would never bother them again.  If Jack just had the balls to do it she would never tell a soul whose kid it was.  Bill took his little brothers hand and started up the sidewalk to Raven’s house he heard it was going to be one hell of a party tonight.

          Raven saw Jack over by the Oak tree. When she placed her hand on his shoulder he spun around and placed his hand over her mouth pulled out a large knife and with all his might he sunk it as deep as he could into the tree next to her head.  Now tell someone whose baby you think it is.  Then Jack turned and walked away.

          Crying uncontrollable, Raven slid down the tree.  Raven turned her head just enough to watch Jake walk away.

           “Are you okay, young lady?” a soft voice asked Raven. 

          Raven looked up and saw a three foot tall person dressed like a lawn gnome.  “Do I look okay?  The father to my baby just tried to kill me.  I hate him I wish he was dead.”

          The Gnome looked at her.  “Would you give even,” then he smiled and leaned in closer and whispered something in Ravens ear.

          “Yes, even that!” Raven cried.

          Jacked had just stepped out into the street when he heard the tires squealing and felt the car hit him.  He felt something hit him in the back and his body wrapping around it with a loud crack.

          Raven’s father saw the whole thing even Jack hit the fireplug.  From the way his head hit his feet he knew the young man’s back was broken and he was dead before he slid to the sidewalk.  Raven father ran down the steps to check on the man and his shoulder hit someone.  Bill flew backwards off the steps and landed on his back in the flower bed.  Bill started coughing up blood. He looked down to see one of Ravens Garden Gnome’s head sticking out of his chest looking back at him.

          Raven stood up and started laughing.  Jack got what he deserved.  All she wanted was to get out of this damn town.  Now all she has to do was lie to some other dumb ass jock about being pregnant and sucker him into getting her out of here.  She heard low growling behind her and turned to see four demons within inches of her. They looked hungry and were smiling. She tried to scream but it was too late.

         You could hear laughter in the wind. “Yes not just one but all of their souls.” 

1003 WC

August 15, 2017

My Words:

Words are all I have
To put upon this page
And tell you how I fell

To let you see
My heart and soul
And what to me is real

But you’ll never know
What’s inside of me
Are view it through my sight

So just tag along
On this ride of mine
To see what you might

You could know joy,
Sorrow or pain then say
He’s written this just right

August 10, 2017


Of all the story’s
I try to tell
About my heaven’s
About my hell’s

In your eyes
I can clearly see
Not a single world
Is there for me

Your youth it glows
And lingers on
For mine is dead
And long gone

Reality is twisted
And keeps me blind
My eyes closed
For all time

So read not
The words I write
By this old fool
This very night

I’m quite sure
You’ll understand
You’ve read the words
From a insane man

May 24, 2017


There once was five
And now there’s four
One died and is gone
For evermore

Now there’s four
Out in the sand
Another died from
Their friend's hands

Two gazed into
Each other’s eyes
A shot ring out now
The third one died

One grinned as
The other frowned
A muffle scream of pain
As one hit the ground

Now there was just me
No more could I’ve done
As down the barrel
I looked into the gun

And now there’s none
For friends we’ll always be
As we’re together now
Forever in eternity

May 6, 2017

I Could:

I could write about
The darkness and what
Goes bump in the night

I could write about
The devil and his demons
That fill me with fright

I could write about
Depression that makes me
Want to hang from a tree

I could write about
Being alone but would
You really want to read

I could write about
All this gloom around me
Still you wouldn’t care

I could write about it
But you’d probably say
Why would this he share

So I’ll just write about
The things it seems
You only want to read

I’d better not write 
About any of these feelings 
That hide deep inside of me

May 1, 2017

The Abyss:

What is this depression
that tugs at my very being?
Like invisible strings attached
to my heart, trying
to drag it into the darkest
pits of my very soul.
Taking away all
understanding of happiness.
Trying to rip me from the only
light that keeps me sane.
Wrapping me tightly in chains,
in an ocean of emotional feelings.
This overwhelming pain in my heart,
that's begging me to surrender.
Telling me it will set me free
from all these burdens.
Still I see no silver lining
shining down on me.
Only dark clouds blocking
that one sliver of light.
Yet I stand here asking, why?
Is this self-question my only hope
To turn this despair around.
Or will nothing change?
Until one of those faithless days,
I throw myself into that abyss.

April 6, 2017

The clatter:

The clatter of tongues, on rows of white
They drive me nuts, both day and night
Chattering like squirrels and crows that fight
Their lips sewed shut, would be quite a sight

They think their words, I want to hear
But it’s just sound, bombarding my ears
And to my eyes, it brings forth tears
Like I was jabbed with a red hot spear

Once I tried to halt, all their clatter
Like what I thought, would really matter
They looked at me, like the Mad Hatter
Off with his head, their teeth chattered

March 26, 2017

They do not see:

As deadly demons wait at my door
I fear of things, that will be forevermore
Of screams roaring within my ears
Of the sins I’ve done, throughout the years
Of my flesh burning from these bones
Because of deeds that were mine alone   
Why do no others truly understand
Of the fear I have for my fellow man
They say I write about just me
But yet it is them I also see
Because in hell most of us will roam
Tho none believe it will be their home
For they say they walk the one true path
And fear not of our makers wrath
And yet on that faithful day
We’ll all beg him not to send us away
I know, I’ll only have me to blame
And they’ll point at others for their shame

February 28, 2017


Five O’clock and not all is well
For I’ve died and went to Hell

Bitter screams heard all around
My life’s clock has ticked down

Darkest gloom fills my very soul
No light from this body glows

Gutter sounds erupted from within
As hells fires around me spin

My flesh consumed by burning coal
There’s no help for me, now I know

I had my chance to make it right
But I turned from his loving sight

He begged me to come, bide with him
But I know best, for I was a man

From Hell I’ve screamed and said
If he calls, fall to your knees and beg

February 19, 2017


People wonder
what’s wrong with me.
Why do I have
that faraway look in my eye?
They say I have
too much time on my hands,
I have better things to do.
They tell me they see
no good reason for my inquiries.
As I ask myself
why is it this way or that?
Yes I’ve seen stars 
bright in the night sky 
that are long dead
before man took his first breath.
In a cup of coffee
I’ve seen galaxy’s spinning
then slowly die and
witnessed the heartbeat
of our own planet.
On an orange I’ve watched
the fate of our earth
played out in just days.
Still they ask
what is wrong with me
because I’ve watched
a leaf dance to its death
and asked which one
they thought was next.
Who then is insane?
Me or those standing around
in dark glasses and ear plugs
letting the wonders of life
pass them by.
Is it because they fear
that others might point 
a finger at them and whisper.

February 13, 2017


Life is fleeting yet death is eternal
Still we cling to life like the Insane
clings to their crayons
We both have no control
over either for our life is but a
flicker on this ribbon of time
Why do we strive to learn
more and more knowing
it will be lost forever
All the possessions we gather
we think we’ll take them with us
Even our loved ones we leave behind
will mean nothing beyond
our final breath still we’ll cling
tightly to our few crayons

January 16, 2017

I’m not Insane

You read what I’ve written
and tell me that you know,
what is inside of me as
you try and read my soul

From my writing on the wall
you tell me I am insane
But is it me, or yourself, you see,
when you analyze my brain

I know you think my writing
is dark and that’s just fine
but I have to ask you please
stop reading between the lines

Just give me a break people
when you read what I write
It’s not about how I feel,
so try and get that right

What you need to know
when my words you’ve read.
Is I’ll be just fine because,
I don’t want this body dead

If you understood my words
they’re not all gloom and dread
You might see a bit of humor
in what, you’ve just read

January 13, 2017

My Soul Rest:

Red droplets of my blood
fall on the wooden floor
The rope around my neck
won’t tighten anymore

Swing in the gentle breeze
my soul now long gone
Will anyone find me hanging
I hope it won’t take long

Standing around, some will cry
yet none will know why I died
If I said that I understood
we know that would be a lie

The words I wrote upon this page
most will say, I’m not thinking right
But if they’d lived this life of mine
They too would’ve died last night

I’ve thought about what I did,
and it was for the best
Because of what I’ve done
my soul is now at rest