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**NOTE:All poems here are copyrighted to Darq Fyre 2003-2006
Black Rose*
Faery Dust and Dragons Wings*
Masters of Mirrors
Unborn*
My Son*
Being a Parent
Cry of the Innocents*
Bad Girl from down the street*
A Single Girl's Lament
Insomnia is keeping me awake*
Love is Blind
Black Rose
My lovely precious and Beautiful
Black Rose How I love you
God only knows
Your the prize
at the end of my
rainbow
Placed on the
bank of the highest
plateau, Where love
Commands with tender
hands and Rivers of Passion
forever do flow.
Picked from the vine of the ghetto
wrapped with the ribbon of my heart
Tied with love like a firm but gentle
bow. I pray that we never part I'll
face any foe a gun or a knife, I've
vowed to be your girl and protect you
with my life.
Smelling like the most beautiful day
in the beginning of the seasons
March,April,or May. The tear I have
will nourish your precious root and make it grow.
Eliminating fear and anxiety from my heart
and keeping it from any hurt or harm.
Your love stays forever in the memory of my mind
like soft music, days of Black roses, an sweet tasting wine.
With complete sincerity I do suppose That there's nothing
more precious than my
Beautiful Black Rose.
Faery Dust and Dragons Wings
The cold rain of death's parade,
Falling on my skin.
Faery dust and dragons wings,
Where does the next life begin?
Fantasy has no boundaries dear.
Little elves are at my door.
Blood stained swords and spells of wrath,
I have done this all before.
Majestic mountains rise way up high,
The streams all seem to bend.
Dungeon walls and pits of snakes,
Where will this quest of horror end?
Gargoyles watching over me
Should ward all evils away.
But fate has played a terrible trick,
And lured all corruption to stay.
Stars and flames light up my nights,
But the coldness will remain.
The only way to find your soul
Is to let your mind go insane.
Evil hatred hides all around,
Power and knowledge for you to gain.
Just remember these helpful words,
Pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain.
Golden roots of twining trees
Reach out for your binding soul.
They purify your heart and mind
Through burning embers and coal.
What do you know of mysterious worlds,
Of things you just can't see?
Do you really believe these things can exist,
Or do you think they just can't be?
Angels tears and devils wings
Can make you run in fear.
Visions of world destruction,
Can you see the end is near?
Prophecies and charted maps
Are hidden from our eyes.
Of course it's wealth and power,
That cover all these lies.
Lying in a bed of waste
A shallow grave to rest your head.
Your body decays and memories fade,
Nothing matters when you're dead.
Masters of Mirrors
The burning passion in flames of fire
eternal passion from a luscious desire
seduction of a soul stripped to the bone
with nakedness exposed leaving us alone.
The insatiable appetite of the goth2ire lust
craving of the flesh with immoral thrust
erotic draining of life's blood enticing bite
dancing with grim reapers all through the night.
The quest for the hunt lingers forever
taking delight in raping sexual pleasure
fulfilling extremes from a tasting of red
in coffins of wantonness unrest as a bed.
The thrill of the execution of massacre pure
covers of black velvet enchantment as a lure
tempting the victims with a soft fabric drape
enveloping with a full sweeping cape.
The masterful art of a haunting illusion
creatures of darkness in shadows seclusion
alluring eyes of depth taunting their kill
lasciviousness nature with a cold icy chill.
The sultry sweet kiss of devotions that wound
a facade of love leaving loneliness entombed
no reflection returns from the looking glass mirror
empty eyes of nothingness yet filled the sheer fear.
The carnal devouring as we seek out our prey
as primal screams music rampage the play
frenzy is in obsession to feed on the weak
with amorous looks that pretend to be meek.
The delicious demons that we conjure up
to satisfy wants as we savoir what we sup
nocturnal animals in caskets of hollow night
seizing living death moments that void us of light.
Yet shades cast in immortal fear
can never outwit and master the mirror.
Unborn
I carry you in my body for nine months
Waiting for you to come into this world.
For you to take your first breath,
For you to blink your eyes.
To look at you with so much love and happiness,
To see you look at me the same way.
Hearing you laugh gleefully at my smile,
Feeling you drink from my bosom,
Knowing that I gave you live,
Knowing how precious you are to me.
My Son…
Dear Son,
I've loved you from the very start.
You're all I hoped a son would be,
and I hope that my love for you,
is clear for you to see.
I try so hard to say the things
that I know you need to hear,
and not a day goes by
when I don't wish that you were here.
And I'm just sending you this message
because I want you to know,
that you're the bright star in my life;
you've set my whole world aglow.
Being A Parent...
Being a parent is never easy,
though it's a role that I hold dear.
And sometimes I get stuck on the words
that I know you need to hear.
Often I'm plagued with worry,
wondering if you can see,
how much I love you,
how much you'll always mean to me.
You grew so fast;
it seems you're changing every day,
and soon, you'll go out in the world
to pave your own way.
So sometimes this old heart
simply knows no rest,
because I want to give you something
that will help you do your best.
And I fret over my answers,
every "yes" or "no,"
and I cry late at night,
because it's so hard to let you go.
I know I've made mistakes
that I could never mend,
but I'll always be here for you,
both your parent and your friend.
CRY OF THE INNOCENTS
You robbed me of my childhood,
took my innocence away,
this evil violation
never leaves me for one day.
like a pretty little rag doll
pliant to your needs,
tossed into the garden
and lost among the weeds.
My heart was pure and whole,
untainted, young and free
at play with all my toys
'Neath the shade of an old,old tree,
then you took my wee small hand
and lead me to your lair
ravaged me with lust
damaged behond repair.
As I lay there bent and broken,
screaming with the pain,
my youthful heart imploring
God don't let him come again.
twas the beginning of a nightmare
a silent secret kept
for many years he plundered
and for many more I wept.
I dare not tell my mummy
what would she think of me
the pirate went unpunished
never more would I be free,
robbed of a precious treasure
now guilt my enemy
awakened far too early
to a world not meant for me.
Summer turns to Autumn,
leaves fall to the ground,
I feel my foe behind me
and dare not look around.
I sense the pirate's presence
its with me everywhere
I cant escape the terror
as I wipe away a tear.
Now a flower in full bloom
the years have come and gone
the memory of the nightmare
still lingers on and on.
will the sun come out again
and shine upon my face?
In a world that lost it's glow
will I ever find my place?
so much was stolen from me
my confidence has flown
I met another pirate
tho I was fully grown
Two in one lifetime
is more than one should bear
can anybody hear me
does anybody care?
I yearn for love but am denied,
the embrace of love's affection
my wings folded tight against my chest
as I fight for self protection
I need my true love's arms
but am fearful of his touch
Oh pirates burn in hell
You stole from me so much.
THE BAD GIRL FROM DOWN THE STREET.
We had a new Girl come into town
The folks round here all put her down
They read their bibles night and day
Yet couldn't accept that she was gay.
When those good folk chanced to meet
She was called that bad girl down the street.
An abomination I'd hear them yell
No mercy for her, she'll burn in hell.
She doesn't deserve the air she breathes
It would be better if she just up and leaves.
We don't want her kind round here
She'll corrupt our youth it's very clear.
Drugs and parties and goodness knows
depravity is all she knows
She can't be good if she is gay
Be damned if we will let her stay.
Then when that bad girl down the street
ventured out she'd often meet
Angry faces and hate so vile
spewed from mouths like darkest bile
They'd taunt and spit, and put her down
And tell her to leave their pristine town
This girl was sinful to the core
So they made life hell for this gay little whore.
Away from the angry mob she'd flee
Her tear stained face crowned in misery
Her closet door had been opened wide
They all knew the secret that lay inside
Her choices differed she knew it well
But never believed she'd meet this hell
In a town that boasted far and wide
In God we trust and do abide.
She packed her bags prepared to leave
Not one person she knew would grieve
Her bags were tossed into the car's backseat
Good bye to the bad girl from down the street.
Meanwhile a Semi screamed into town
Not a care he'd mow somebody down
A tiny toddler who'd been at play
Ran towards the Semi that day
A mother screamed and people turned
As the Semi's tires skid and burned
Someone ran at a speeding pace
Saved the child and died in her place..
The people gathered all around
And wept for the body crushed on the ground.
The mother grateful bent and smiled
"Thank you Girl for the life of my child"
I watched them cover her once beautiful face
and promise this Angel a Heavenly place.
But who was this girl so courageous and sweet,
"Molly," I cried as I got to my feet
" She's that Bad, Bad Girl who lives down the street."
THE SINGLE GIRL'S LAMENT
Don't like this being single
growing tired of the solo life
would some wealthy hunk....
like to take me for his wife?
I cannot be kept waiting'
till my youth has all been spent
when my teeth are in a cup
and my legs and spine are bent.
My meter's ticking over
I'm clocking up the miles
and staring down the barrel
at bunions, rickets and piles.
So wont somebody have me?
I'm not a real bad catch
and the colour of each eye
is almost a perfect match.
I'm maturing very nicely,
my hair's still at it's best
and I wax the little buggers
that keep growing on my chest.
My figure is a dream,
I'm careful what I eat,
black tea and juicy grapefruit,
lettuce leaves and fat-free meat.
So if any man is willing,
He'll find I'm quite a steal
cos every other sunday
I'd toss in a home cooked meal
And I'd be possitively willing
to spit polish all the floors
and massage his bulging wallet
while he goes about his chores.
I'm a liberated woman
but, for any man I meet,
I'd toss that all aside
to sit and worship at his feet.
There would be no fear of babies
should I meet my perfect match
I'm still producing eggs
but I've yet to see one hatch.
My taste's are not expensive
don't let those damn thoughts linger
but a ten carrot diamond
would look grand on every finger.
I'd need a little cash,
just a thou.a day would do,
no, on second thought....I'm thinking
He'd have to make that two.
For any man who'd have me
he'd find the passion never ends
and he'd get to share the house
with all my single friends.
I wouldn't ask for much
just a Penhouse here and there
and two Mercedes Benz
A girl simply has to have a spare.
It's simple mathematics
that any guy can learn
investment in this partnership
would net a good return.
A Pre-nuptial agreement,
Why! I'd sign one willingly
then if we should divorce
the whole lot goes to me.
Yes I'm tired of being single
It sux this being poor
I'd love a millionaire
to come knocking on my door
But I just can't see it happening
this wondrous event
so I'll sit here moaning miserably,
INSOMNIA IS KEEPING ME AWAKE
I'm tossing and turning
'Cause I can't get to sleep,
And I'm tired of counting
Those big woolly sheep.
The Pillow's too soft,
There's bricks in the bed
A mosquito gives thanks
As he dives for my head.
So I turn on my tummy
to avoid the pest
now my arms I find
Are squashing my chest.
Then I turn to the right
and get all in a tangle
I've ripped a hole in the sheet,
with my Lucky Charm bangle.
Onto my back
In a seductive repose
Then an arm comes accross
and blocks off my nose
At the end of the bed
the blankets wont meet
and down there turning blue
Are my two frozen feet.
I pull up my knees
till they're hitting my tummy
Now I'm wrapped in the sheets
Like a petrified Mummy.
Why sleep must elude me
I haven't a clue
But I'd better unravel
and dash to the loo.
I stumble on back
To get a bit of a fright
I was a little bit hasty
Dousing that light.
I am groping and pawing
and following the sounds
of hubby's loud snoring.
Well I did find the bed
But went a bit too far south
I've got my hand caught in
His great gaping mouth.
With each breath that he takes
I'm sinking in deeper,
you'd think that he'd wake
But not him--he's a sleeper.
I'm pulling and tugging
Trying to stay calm
But my elbow is all
I can see of my arm
Oh Lord! What a headline
In the afternoon paper,
"Old girl missing
We think Hubby ate her"
"Wake up you great log
and stop all that snoring,
That's my bleeding arm
In your mouth that you're gnawing.
He's let go for a bit
and thought it was brief,
I dragged out my arm
And also his teeth.
Oh what a night!
What fun and adventure!
I'm standing here freezing
and holding his denture.
My Arm's chewed to bits,
and sleepy I'm not
and I'll be seeing the vet
For a rabies shot.
But he'll be fine in the morn
when his feet hit the floor,
He'll never believe
How deadly his snore.
Oh what a hell of a fuss
I know he would make
If this damn insomnia
Was keeping him awake.
LOVE IS BLIND...
I got flowers today.
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night,
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me.
I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said,
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry, Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today,
and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day.
Last night, he beat me up again.
And it was much worse than all the other times.
If I leave him, what will I do?
How will I take care of my kids?
What about money?
I'm afraid of him and scared to leave.
But I know he must be sorry,
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
Today was a very special day.
It was the day of my funeral.
Last night, he finally killed me.
He beat me to death.
If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him...
I would not have gotten, flowers today.
 
 
Art by Meilin Wong
Graphics by CC's Graphics2000
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