My seventeenth PoemI lurk in the shadows cast in the night.I'm always present, always a fright.I follow close as you walk,Listen in as you talk.You know I'm there, always near,Constantly striking into you fear.There is no escape, there is no fleeing,For the weapon I weild requires no sheathing.I have no form, nor physical shape,No black hood, or long black cape.I do not come from this world or realm,Some medieval knights painted me on their helm.Ancient scribes wrote of my existence,Of my grusome deeds, my evil and persistence.Primitive cultures cowered in my reign,Trying to hide from the ways I caused them pain.People now, yes I
My Fifteenth PoemHis mind, locked in constant battle,One side strong, the other fragile.Which side will win, he knows not,For years, he knows, they have fought.Sometimes they quiet down a bit,Then suddenly one gets severely hit.When this happens, he becomes afraid,For they hit each other like a freight train.To stop them, there is little he can do,Except wait until they are through.And when they are done, he does fear,That no winner, in the end, wil lappear.
My Fourteenth PoemIf I'm not, there or around,To turn that smile upside down.Or you just need to hear my voice,Then listening to this is probably your best choice.-note- this is for if/when I record myself saying these poems, this will be the intro to the CD, either me saying it or the title of it.
My Thirteenth PoemAs I stood in front of that dark hall of fears,Sorrow and sadness brought me to tears.As I stared down it, I could hardly stand,The floor, hard, I hit as I land.I sat on the floor, soflty weeping,This feeling, I felt slowly creeping.Then I looked up, the darkness was no more,And my body felt a little less sore.For what I saw whem my eyes adjusted,Was an angel, certainly to be trusted.She showed me how to enjoy my life,And lose focus on all its strife.No I don't know her origin,Only that she cares what happens within.
My Twelfth PoemOn that night, when I heard your voice,My heart immediatley made a choice.I knew something had really upset you,And I knew there was little I could do.I couldn't come over and help you out,Or even sit there with you, and pout.It always kills me, on the inside,When I think of the times you've cried.Everytime I know you're sad, I start to feel a little bad.Because my personal goal in life,Is to free yours of all strife.
My Eleventh PoemI hope you don't think that I'm too clingy,But this is the only way to express how I'm feeling.Everytime I write you a poem,I constantly think how I'll flow 'em.I hope you don't think they're repetitive,But a lot of thought in these, I really do give.
I died of laughter when he started running with that!