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Hell hath no fury like a woman scourned.

Her ruby red dress ripped and torn.

She looks out yonder window

To see the sun is a'set

And the darkness released.

Reveals the threat.



Winged beasts from the night horizon fly.

She looks to the ground

And not the sky.

Her family they once were

Now devils to her.



She once flew with them

In the choas of the last light.

Feeding off the mortals who tempted the night.



They come for her.

After she killed her lover.

For he was sleeping with another.

She caught them at the climax of the lust.

And one shot of silver turned them to dust.



She does not regret the treasen she committed .

She believes the punishment fitted.

And she is willing to risk her life

As,in hand, she holds a silver knife.



They are knocking at the window.

She can see out,

They cant see in though.

She sits in a red leather chair,

With a scotch and a evil glare.



She sat calmly and waited

For the sound of shattering glass.

So they can try and turn her to ash.

But she heard a different noise, unexpected.

The sound of the door shimmy open

One of her friends she had neglected..



He stepped lightly over the wooden floor.

Then she waited behind the door.

For his senses were weak.

And he didnt hear her sneak.



She followed behind

Giving him time.

To look the place over.

But he did not look over his shoulder.



Boo she said.

He zipped around.

And he felt footsteps from behind

Hit the ground.



He is scared now.

She could feel his heart pound.

To her ears, a very familiar sound.



She could feel not anger or revenge in his heart

As the others had.

He was in love

And he was sad.



He took her by hand

And they flew away.

Together they fly

Til this day..



She has found her love

In another's arms.

Free from pain agony and harm.

March 29, 2005

Suffocating

The night falls

In a heavy

Suffocating cloak.



Cold and alone,

Are we the salvation,

For which you sacrifice yourself?



Flares once,

Then dies,

Smothered by guilt.



All hope must sicken and die.

Your soul thrives no more.



How could you cause such hurt?



Demons surrond us,

Crying.....



WE HAVE LOST OUR LIGHT...............

Pheonix

Porcelain daughter,

Secret prisioner.

Dark heart.



Concrete child,

Embrace me.

Always question my will.

Let peace surround you.



Devour desire.

Breath free.

Trust no fool.

Blind for eternity.



Magic seeps through your veins.



Die I say.

So I can be reborn from the ashes

Of a brilliant man.



Speak of me every night...

The pain will heal.



Look at my picture...

And obtain a voice of your own.



Sacred ghost linger.

Father smile,

For I am brilliant,

But yet broken.



Celebrate change your flying.



Thank you father.

For this magnificent life

You've given this porcelain doll.



I have a soul.

I have my own voice.

But my heart is broken.

You have given me your life

In order for me to live



And I thank you...

Once more.

March 01, 2006

Every Stroke Reveals Color

Young woman's impression

Real Subject.

Shimmering imagination

Latex genius

Approach deep glass

Fell it?



Captured passion

Abstract shards

Create and compose empty harmony.



Experiment

Let balance demand grace

Appear dead

Always investigate

Observe ridid pieces



Fiery beauty

Electric canvas

Absurd question



Can I become a symbol?



Raw & almost bold

Paint with music



Though her every stroke

will dry

She imagined color

For a dream

Art is form



His surreal masterpiece

I ask blue

Caught in a web of decite and hate

Where it is hard to concentrate.

For which each lie

Comes consequences.

And all hatred festers up

So what can you do.

It is sticky and hard to get away.

But when the spider crawled across the web

I new for certain I would be dead.

But then I realised the spider is a pigment of imagination.

I closed my eyes and pictured you

I opened my eyes

And there you were

But I came to learn

You were the spider all along

But I can't be consumed by hatred

For I will become the spider

But what's the point

I've lost you.

So I guess the pain of becoming the spider

Won't be that bad..

UNORDINARY DREAM

The silence was loudly awoken.

The sun ripped through the darkness.



Time to wake once more.

Anger dripping from eyes,

As I open my door.



My heart stopped beating,

My breath caught short.



Gawking at my evil twin

.........Pain........

She was staring back.

With it's eyes of death

And it's stentch of hurt



It was like I was looking at a mirror.



It started to stab at my soul.....



Screaming,

I find myself waking

To an unordinary dream.



My face soaked in sweat,

My bed stained in blood.



Not knowing what had happened,

I shrieked,

And jumped out of bed.....

To find.....



My soul was dead.......