Ravings of a Lunatic--Poetry from my younger days
Some of My Old Poetry Some of my old poetry for ya... **********************//// =================== ********************** Hooded Whisperings - 11PM Sitting there, legs crossed, cloaked in black A smile touches her lips, she gazes into my eyes, Her hands hold my vision, my escape, my peace In her folds, I peer out and and see the alien world Surrounding me, castigating me, persecuting me Her fingers caress the nape of my neck I shudder ecstatically, lost in her mind We watch those about us, amused, afraid On my path she's been as a shadow, another self My footprints she covers with her own Face concealed, hidden, only glints break through My reflection stares back from the depths Our meeting long forgotten, our visits brief Our time enjoyed, despised, sought after, run from See my accomplishments, my failure Accept my friend, feel her mirth, her ire Cringe not, embrace and be filled. ****************...
