Poetry

When I foreverly leave
with no notice of you
or no farewell of me
you will know what the longing is
for my staying

You have to devote for the deservings
not for the nonsense
So I leave
with no notice of you
with no farewell of me

When passion falls into your heart
and someone rips it apart,
you cant forgive and forget.

It will forever tear you apart,
so when passion comes back
you find it hard to find a love.

You will forever have a broken heart,
if your passion has bein broken in the past.

You will never be able to forgive and forget,
for those people who have broken your heart and your passion will forever be in your heart.

Reaching from the far and deep,
I hope you find what you seek.
Find yourself within the light,
Finding your way away from blight.

Failure is nothing to what you see,
You will find a way to be free.
You reach withing the far and wide,
You will find what you seek within the sky.

Ok this is not one of my own. Im actually experiencing some kind of mental block. But heres one of my favourites.


Isis to Osiris
By Denise Dumars

Your skin was never green!
It seems to me that it was tawny,
Lightly freckled from the sun.
I remember best its taste:
salt and the scent of musk.
You are so completely gone -
to the winds, the earth,
the Nile and its damned fishes.
I remember your hair a dark cloud
around my face.
The day they crowned you king
and shaved your head, I cried.

In the spring when the Nile floods,
enriches the land with black silt
I lie face down on its banks and imagine
that I absorb some of your love
from the fertile ground.

I can feel your eyes on me
in the midday heat, the sky so pale
with sun I squint and think I see
the curve of your exquisite lips
above the horizon,
lush as an oasis your kiss
and I trace the imagined line
of your jaw, your soft dark beard,
in my reverie.

In my lonely chamber I have
conjured you so many times
that others think me mad.
Horus, then, I give the world as living proof
that you have come to me in dreams,
in the midst of magicks so terrible
my soul was made mortgage
for their secrets.

Was it worth it?
Oh yes, and yes again.
My palms are hennaed as a bride's
waiting for our reunion
in the afterlife
where I imagine you wait,
and I wait, and I remember.

the pain that you feel,
but cant touch.
a pain you know of,
but cant explain
a pain so feirce
you go insane
the unknown pain
that clutches your heart
and burns in your soul
the pain
in your life
too strong to carry on
the unknown pain
that clouds your mind
and devours your every thought
the pain of broken promises
broken dreams
the pain
thats unheard of
the pain that's
not seen

I Think that's you best one yet,Rose

i look in the mirror and
see a girl who had
many dreams
a person who
doesnt belong,
where she's at
the problem's at home
are unbarable
i feel i dont belong
my lips here where im at is hopeless and bare
there is no laughter
at least not from me
i walk,
when i feel the urge to run
i talk but feel the need
to scream
i laugh but truly
i'm crying
my outer image
is of a girl
who is loved and adored
but that doesnt matter
its about a girl who deep down inside
is depressed; scared, and without the people
she loves more than anything'in the world
she knows they're there but not reachable by her hands alone

I'm falling against time
as they tear apart my life
when all i wanted was to love you
but thats something they'll never do
I'm falling against time
so where do i go from here
how long can i hold onto this lie
when something deep inside is all
that keeps my faith alive
all i seem to be able to do
is hide from the fear thats
building up in the room around me
again and again i fall against
time
trying to salvage every last memory
of you & me from begnning to end
as we fall against time

I would like to dedicate this poem to Gurby and many others, you all know who you are. But mostly for Gurby cos he's my DADDY!!!!


Thanks for giving me joys and smiles
Thanks for sharing my trouble's pile

Thanks for wiping the tears of my eye
Thanks for showing me the glad view of sky

Thanks for lending me your shoulders to lean
Thanks for giving my words a proper mean

Thanks for telling me the value of life
Thanks for showing me the rules to survive

Thanks for lending me the sympathetic ears
Thanks for showing how much you care

From all this what I mean in the end
Is, thanks for being my special friend.

Never knowing,
That sweet feeling called death,
Always living,
In the shadows of fear,
Lost in a world,
Without pain.

Never seeing,
The truth that is death,
Always lonely,
In a pit of despair,
Lost in a world,
Without love.

Never hearing,
The sound that is killing,
Always deaf,
In a soundproof room,
Lost in a world,
Without words.

Never tasting,
The delicious embrace that is a kiss,
Always bland,
In a corner of your mind,
Lost in a world,
Without another.


Never feeling,
The cold that is the morning air,
Always nothing,
In a void of darkness,
Lost in a world,
Without emotion.

Can you hear it,
The call of death,
No,
Death forgot you.

Can you feel it,
The wave of cold,
No,
Death can't claim you.

Can you see it,
The cloaked figure of death,
No,
Death was never there.

Can you taste it,
The bitterness of the dead,
No,
Death will never exist.

You are a bird,
So who clipped your wings,
And put you in that cage.

You did,
You drank from the spring,
You claimed what was not yours,
So go to that corner,
And hide in your mind.