Poetry gallery, 7 poems from the vault Options

[sadolakced acid]

ok the vault is my precal binder... oh well... here they are

no time to check for typos, but some things are intentional, like c,hrome and dispair.


1. 04|11|05 : Pictures

the scrolls are crumbling
the manuscripts gone
the books missing
the knowledge is gone
the words are just now
pretty little pictures
the stories- they are told
round the fire, only.
those who are older
will remember the past
the one where books were read
listen now- for words are only spoken
look now- all you see are lips moving
so read my lips
as i say
there will come a day
when poems are but songs, sung
and novels are but stories told
and words are but pictures

pictures ©2005 by me

2. 04|08|05 : untitled

trip upon the crack
in the floor
----------it's right where you left it
------last night
eat well.
----fight.
---c,hrome right.
--sight.

untitled (04|08|05) ©2005 by me
(-- are spaces)

3. 04|07|05: dreams

I once had dreams you know
of what would come to be
of what i would reap, from the seeds that i sow
and what would become of me.

I once had dreams you know
of what people would say to me
when they'd come to the massive parties I'd throw
and like me they'd try hard to be.

I once had dreams you know
of things I would try to become
and spring to them I would, like arrow from bow
to become hiegher than that sun

I once had dreams you know
dreams i will now never reach
let my failure be your crow
to you, the horros, I hope to teach.

dreams ©2005 by me

4. 04|07|05 : Drops

You see -- these drops
they fall upon your feet
are they tears-- from your eyes?
or blood from your heart
I feel. These drops
falling to the ground
and as the puddles frow
I wonder if

these drops of sadness from your eye
these drops of passion from your heart
if, to stop them, you do try
or from them do you willingly part

I feel these drops upon my hands
I look into your eyes
and was within them more pain and sadness
than one body could hold.
and these drops still fall.

drops ©2005 by me

5. 04|11|05: My fountain (first version)

My fountain spews forth water
for all who care to see
It's stream tends to falter
when something saddens me

The demons on my fountain
sit there strong and proud
their water is a mountain
crashing down so loud

The angels on my fountain
stand up tall and proud
But thier tears-- can you count them
as they touch a could

My fountain- it is carved
from hard and brittle stone
My Heart- it is starved
of all that it has known

My fountain (first version) ©2005 by me

6. 04|08|05: The Septagram

Oh noble knight of the Round table
---------I call upon thee
to aid a weary traveler
---------------find his way back hom
-----Oh come on! Younder Knight.
I know you hear me
---------come and help me
------------------find my way
-----------Back home
(-- are spaces)


The Septagram ©2005 by me

7. undated: untitled+undated ((that's the actual title)

Where can I find thy sacred desire?
what can I find if your soul is on fire?
Reach within the depth of your soul
and find the monsters out of your control
Melt and thwa your heart of ice
passion back you must intice.
Feel for once the feeling of dispair
feel the pain if you dare
for without pain, are you alive?
without response, how will you survive?
leave this safety of your heart
let this prison come apart
Free your soul from thine own Jail
else your struggle is none's avail
let tommorrow become today
let your heart find it's way.

untitled+undated ©2005 by me



now; pick your favorite.