Poems of Love, Vampires and Other Things

Courage by Johann Wolfgang von Goethepn

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Frankfurt am Main
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CARELESSLY over the plain away,
Where by the boldest man no path
Cut before thee thou canst discern,
Make for thyself a path!

Silence, loved one, my heart!
Cracking, let it not break!
Breaking, break not with thee!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

A poem.....What the Heart Knows

What the hearts knows now, will never be told again .
To loose you would be like forever living in sin for I could not seek to love another and win.
The comedy and tragedy is over but for the benediction.

For the flowers would bloom any more
The sun would hide it rays and the earth ignore
To trust is something that must needs be explored
There would be no music heard from the cantore.

Is there something in the air ?
Was there something missing here?
If You would take the money and then disappear.
Oh this was the fear that I feared.
I will admit it, I will admit it here.

How do you fly in the face of reason?
This amounts almost to an act of treason.
Can one deny themselves for better things?
Can we overcome our fears for our dream?

How does one begin to do it
Chase after a love and benefit
If there is or was nothing to it?
For if One did not have the faith
Foul is the devil who is the culprit.

It can only be by the angels prayers
That can lead us away from evil down pours.
When man is set upon dangerous things
It takes acts of God and the power He brings...
To save us.
To Redeem us from our own acts of folly and in loosing you I would be cast into melancholy.

Like the pit of hell and all it's brimstone
You save me from this when we talk on the phone .
If I do not have you,I will live life alone.
When you loose love’s love ,all hope is gone.

a poem…….. The Day Fades

The day fades and the night falls
I wonder what it is i should make of it All. Baby say yes and baby say no.
This it the way it should always go.
The Trends ends come and we see That they show us how now we
Can live anew
You got me and I got you

You are here when i need you
Tou hold me when i’m feeling blue
My sun rises in your beautiful eyes
The day passes in andy among your Sighs.

I let you in and i asked you to stay.
I would not have had it any other way
You came to my life and laughter Followed
Our time together is always hallowed

Please take my hand and walk with Me. There are so many places we Should see….
Sometimes we see …..
I kiss you and run away laughing.

It is always the right time when we Have time together
Ineed you you need me we need each Other
There’s never a good time to part
But know when you go you take my heart.

You will be always. my love
Nothing would change us, nothing Could.
You are so beautiful you are so sweet
Come to me baby, let’s share our heart beats .

This. Looking at death as an advertisement to you life.

A poem…… Leaving The Mausoleum

Life without you is no life …. It would be a slow malignant death. I will get lost in the sea of humanity and drown . We know I am not the best decision maker around that there ever was. I am afraid of what will happen to me. I am sure to wind up in the wrong side of the tracks, with the wrong people , doing the wrong thing. Chances are anyways. I am scared to death to be with out you. I don’t want to have to face this fantasy of a reality. I am not strong enough to face and deal adequately with this emense reality. I am sure to reach out to the first person that reaches back and that will suck. I will be delirious…. I won’t know what reality is because I won’t open my eyes to see it. My eyes only want to see you. If they can’t … then f**k it all. I will make so many mistakes of great renown, I won’t be able to pull up, with my luck, before I crash into the ground . How, now Just how do I go on without you? How can I eschew that day ? I don’t think there is any way.

I will build a mausoleum, and prepare it with a Gothic whim, trim the outside with snake skin.
Purple and gold velvet curtains within, and my poems, all of them, blue tooth speakers and black lights.
And have an Angel who’s wings, during the summer solstice shed a single shaft of light On a broken heart. Made of crystal, deep dark blood red crystal. And it unlocks a treasure chest,and a aereole mobile comes down from domed center. Like the scene in the movie, the sight of “The Birds” black crows 13 of them in flight. A mystery every year as to the contents of the treasure chest. It will be a place of peace and respite. A place to reflect and dream a Maxime, a dream of a dream, of the future.

Solitude is by nature a singular event, no table for two, with the bands there, as they play some blues. Who can be Bluer than the darkest dark blue midnight blue, solitude can be silent too. Sometimes Too quiet. When you are aware of each of your heart’s beats…truer than true blue, bluer than the blue of a clear blue sky.

The accusers stands towering Before you…. Pointing his finger….. “you broke your words and promises, you always lie, I don’t know why I put up with you, but I dare.” Solitaire, if you are one to wager, is something you can play yourself. And fortune may place it’s hands on your life….you health’s wealth ….
And you find yourself alone. The door is always certain, the curtain drawn to look in before you go to it to knock upon. As sure as the moon joins us around the sun…there are many, many things to be done. And of course there is! The mausoleum, establishment of the consortium that will provide upkeep and roses. I have always loved roses, despite folklore disparity of roses in the cemetery .

Without you there is no life, a Sad despair, this Distressing affair
and even in All the time of this love, you’ve spent it, trying to end it, and to your surprise, you’re love came and went and fell asunder. I wonder, Like the angels above, Is not Love heaven sent?

A Poem……… A Coffin Built For Two

Can any one save you now, from the tears, from the fears all those years ago that started it all. Fortune calls and upon you it falls, it is raining sorrows and you can’t gather in, them all.

We ……
didn’t see it coming that morning…. mourning as it was, the Death of Love . The blackened darkness, within the torment’s warning, and echoed yearning, a desiring , a definite needfulness, and as you would guess,
Came with the judgement of soYou uls.

In the darkness of night there is you, that you can only see in the darkness,the silvered ribbon of time ‘s reflections , like on the dark side of the moon. And the future comes, lol each dawn, drawn with colors like no other box of crayons, could produce.
YesAnd then there is the coffin. The coffin built for two. It sits there, a marvel of puffy whiteness trimmed in black and red.

Inviting, it looked and the extra space called out for a partner to join. Burgoyne, has taken the Ticonderoga and you .? Where will times shadow take you? What Will you wind up with in time, counting time within a coffin built for two. Thank to this and due to ….,
Here is deaths sting. As I breath in, there are memories of where I have been , sinking unto the dark blue coated blackness. Angels wings come around me to shelter me from life. I will be gone with the obscure realities of the night. Into the afterlife’s strife. The hell of hell. And life’s Angels above. The black of blue, and the security of a coffin built for two. And my memories of you, my love. And with my memories of you .

In the valley of the shadows of death I take a moment to feel the the darkness and let it sink , seep, deep, deep into my soul. All deaths always grow old… always they grow old, hidden in the shadows and mists. A heart that is filled with fear, a prisoner’s crime, …counting time, the ruthless bringer of the end. .the as the clouds of time parade their fashion down the epistle’s runway. This is the day to enter the coffin built for two.

A poem .......The Death of Love

It was premeditated murder. The stake perched upon the Death of Love.

It was the beginning and the middle and the end of Love.

It is in the grip of darkness, we look to the skies above. There the stars shine overhead - saying, "Give ime your soul for the dead." "It will be raised up to another life instead." "Yes! To another Death of Love!"

Bury me with my poems, so that when I reach the other side, I can write about what it feels like to die and other things, to cross the pearly gates, fanned by angels wings

No one tries to warn you about these things: the hurt, the pain, the damnable lies. But for me, it was your eyes, oh! How they hypnotized. What is now, what was then and what should never be again. And I think, I will never live to trace your shadow softly. To pine after Love, what an absurdity!

And I listened quietly, as you played your song and I thought our love would last forever, but I was wrong. But we loved with a love that was much more than love, a desperation.....begotten of a phantom.

Yes,
We are among the dead and dying.
We hang our heads down and we were crying.
There is no hope of faith, we have quit trying.
It is true, we have worked at this so long.
My foolish and garish pride, caused me to do you wrong. A never ending search for a truth not told. Look at my eyes, you can see the lies, like snakes coming out from them...but take my hand, I know you'll never find, another one quite like mine. You are all alone in your misery, but you could have been deceived. You know that words are the hardest things to believe. Do you know the misery, in the wicked world you fear? Once you taste my poison lips of infamy....the ghosts of your soul will reappear. As you are now, once was I, as I am now, so you must be,
Bury me with my broken heart on a pedestal of unrealized and damaged dreams. When I reach the other side, perhaps I will understand what you seem to mean. Your acceptable level of cruelty, where the things you never did seem more real than what happened. We have much ahead of us, this Death of Love, how long must it be? It will play itself over and over, me the Amateur and you the man with the sexy lure of words, like swords that pierced my soul. The "Death of Love " was not my goal.

Bury me, for I have taken all I could.
Bury me, I am hopeless and misunderstood.
Bury me while listening to my final scream.
Then will fall the blade of the trusty guillotine .

The 4 o'clock sun shows me your shadow.
The west wind blows to me your scent on a breath....
You were mine for a year, a moment,
But I am yours till death.

The blessings we had were far beyond the cursed. But it was like a requiem or a dirge that we rehearsed.

I took you as my lover, although your lips were cold . You had the breath of death, your eyes were so bold, I wanted your bite, and to be taken into the fold. For you were the Death of Love.

Your beautiful face smiles at me,
Unloosening the tragedy,
Because you will say farewell
I have no words to say but those I will mumble at your grave. I will put my soul up to sell.

I have seen the reapers face.
He took life from it's place.
I have seen the children of the dammed
Cheer when the virgins fell, for that was always the plan...virgins always fall, we know only to well.

In the eternal battlefields, no prisoners shall they take, everyone one will get r***d outside of the seven gates.

Come on! Raise your knife!
Welcome us to your sacrifice.
I saw the lightning strike you
I heard your roar of pain,
The knife came down without a sound
And your warm blood mixes with the rain.

Calmed by the cold winds of funeral dust,
Death came flying upon black wings
Darkness shines thru where the angels fell from heaven and evil enters in and sings.

Hear you all the mighty sound of Damnation
Ravaging your soul, leading you to temptation.
And before you can catch your breath,
Their black eyes are celebrating death.

Lift up your ear and hear
The angels crying in pain
And look to the darkened sky
And you will see an eternal flame.

Hear the sound of thunder rolls
As Satan chimes the bells of death
And becons each and all of your souls,
As he let's out a fiery breath.

All this won't stop the blasphemy
We will drag Love to the sacrificial throne.
We tie it there in it's great dispair.
And we Celebrate our victory: the Death of the Death of Love.
We will all take turns, we will all take part...
And each, drive a stake into Love's heart.

And there is the Dying of the Death of Love.
And there is The Death of the Death of Love.

When the sun comes up, the demons will go down,
Leather and lace, are they dressed and are bound.

When love went blind, you made me see
A picture of days gone by, how it was I was and how it was you wanted me to be.

There was a reason I could not unveil
that all the things that you wanted, because they were unreal.
The sun, oh! And stars, hear my appeal,
I put his love in my heart, you are the seal.

You arms remind me of a warm safe place
Where I could hide if I felt unsafe.
I could pray for the thunder and for the rain,
And pray that you would love me all over again.

But we would have to resurrect the Death of Love.

This page is to celebrate the soon up coming book, “Poems of Love, Vampires and Other Things.” I am diligently working to bring it to fruition.