Like lightning it zooms to earth
then shoots up
Up
Gets pierced with a million holes
a living comet of flames
It plunges to death.
Category: Poetry
George Powers
I’ve got George Powers
He’s bad.
So I keep him in the back.
In the dark passages of my brain.
He’s bad.
So it’s black where he lives.
Black and dirty and I don’t like it there.
So I don’t go there.
*
Sometimes George comes out.
To visit.
He’s bad so he doesn’t like the light.
So he doesn’t stay long.
He fantasizes about the dark
out here.
He likes to cut people.
It doesn’t matter how.
He likes to hurt people.
Midnight Horror!
Darkness closes in on all
as the witching hour draws near.
Festering hands reach from the ground.
The night holds a profound fear.
*
From the graves of evil folk
rise the carcases of hell.
Their coffins also rotted weak
the corpses neither taste nor smell.
*
Searching for the air of blood
the cadavers shuffle round.
The night is in a silent flood
They don’t utter a single sound.
*
Cadavers there and everywhere
in their search for flesh.
They do not think of what is fair
for they are in a wicked mesh.
It’s Raining
It’s raining 
in the still dark night
as it had
during the soft grey day.
There’s a continuous hush…
as the rain settles on the earth
and she lies close to me.
*
The sweet burden of her head
rests in my arm.
Her cheek
and long bright hair
contrasting softness on my bare skin.
My sweet child’s hand on my chest
soft, sensitive and fragile.
What warmth it gives.
It warms me to the core.
*
I squeeze her slightly.
She stirs
moving closer.
Her breath warms my soul
and my soul sheds a tear
of a single pearl
from my eye
for love.
And in the black night
many tears fall from heaven.
The World of Old Creatures
Wizards and dragons
living and deadly.
Adventurers,
seeking new treasures
in yesterday’s legends
of gold dragons.
Their hoards
are said to be great.
Gems and gold
they guard.
Priorities
Do we always shift our priorities.
I understand I understand and see.
Always shifting the dust.
We need so much love so many tears and lust.
The Warrior
I am the warrior
sure and true.
I feel the hate
thick blood in my brain.
My love is like my hate
Thick
powerful and sweet.
I love to hurt.
I hate to love.
I was the child.
I am your fear.
My eyes burn.
So far so near.
*
When I was born
the universe screamed.
People cried.
I hurt.
I was.
My Innocence
My innocence has condemned me.
The life I want so sacred to me.
Knowledge has made them hate
despise
loath
what we have.
They do not see my child
my innocence.
With no understanding
they cannot comprehend.
So minds twist
in disgust
contort in misleading
misunderstanding.
My innocence
so vulnerable to the shadows
to the dark of night.
I feel hate and it disturbs me
it’s evil and it hurts me.
Aches, hangs and sags my mind.
Distorts me
and my face.
My innocence will always be
will always strangle my understanding
will keep me blind and numb
to their thoughts.
Their sinister ways.
To their all knowing insight they don’t have
for they do not believe.
The Frankenstein Complex
I have the Frankenstein complex.
People fear what they don’t understand.
They also tend to hate
what they genuinely fear
or are not used to.
*
I have been alienated.
Exiled to dark corners.
To isolation, which makes it worse.
*
It now appears
that I attend dark, sinister séances
and am evil.
All because people don’t understand
that I might love a person, might love another.
Forbidden Feeling
Walking in the night
in the twilight of dawn
Premeditated murder
of your own
of yourself
Playing among the arches of time
Desperate needing
Immortal sence mortal mine
forbidden feeling.
*
Flying to a moment
soaring to her side
Together we make one
together we hide
*
They conspired to keep you apart
away from heaven
away from mer heart
But hold on – hold on
Touch the face of fate and stay long
stay long
I won’t hesitate our feelings
aren’t wrong.
Stand strong, hold on
Stand strong and hold on.