Of the night,.. of the sky,..
Of the things,.. tears we cry,..
from the dark,.. into the light,..
from the haunted whispers sight,..
Of the dream,.. of your mind,..
Of the things,.. we kill in time,..
from the hands,.. life we destroy,..
from the trembling soul,of a little boy,..
Of the heartache,.. deep inside,..
Of the silent fears we hide...
Tina Witunsky Copyright 1996
Power Rangers are too violent
Barney is too soft
Pizza is like tomatoes
Ice-cream is like fire
It's getting late into the morning
and I am still not hyper
Lollipops are too sweet
Gum is way too sour
Soda is like water
Water is abtract
What the hell am I trying to say
I walk down the street with my trench coat on
The twelve guage loaded
My wife is gone.
If I do what I want to I will go to hell
Go to jail recieve my capital.
If you mess with me you will die
Send me to the chair and I will fry.
Send me to a modern hell
Go to jail
Recieve my capital
As you can see crime don't pay
Killing doesn't make my day
MY SOMEONE SPECIAL
Just the sound of your voice makes my heart cry tears of
Just the sparkle in your eye makes my heart want to fall into your hands.
I get so confused, but with your words of love I understand.
I'm glad I met you and danced with your touch.
when I see you I realize I have never loved anyone this much.
Forever is what I want, but thats to faraway,
right now in this moment is where I want to stay.
Time folds over itself
and we think we have
done these things before
Then time flattens out
and we realize that we
have never done these things
at all, it was all a dream until
we do them and feel
like we have done them before
The cloths i wear to conceal
my nakedness only reveal
it by their material and
The mask I wear is made of
the thoughts I try to
I cannot hide because the
shelters I create are
made of the contents
Jim Morrison Jul '96
Damned to Life
The words do not come; silence prevailed.
And in loves loss, my heart was impaled.
To be without love is to be without heart,
and without love, this world we depart.
The scars that are left by lovers untrue,
could never compare to the scars left by you.
For when you died, I died as well
but my soul has been left here, between heaven and hell.
The sweetness of her face
beauty of her eyes
tender touch beyond belief
all of her beholds me.
Cry of love apon her lips
a tear of joy splashes her cheek
travelling past the city crowd
to where the night has spoken.
Although the touch so light
and words so sweet
my heart she has broken.
All the dark night
all the stars bright
this small passage of my love
does it seem your dream has become a farce
upon the countenance of moonlit forests
do the tears well up in your soul
as they surpress your words
and chill the heart
and sting like the fire of a thousand hearths
Open eyes are my
All but I see
Wicked is this shade
Of neon pink.
Disappears the smoke
And rises nowhere
Too hard so breathe
Thick this thick air.
Swirls everywhere are the
Different and shades- I think
Visible the only thing
Is neon pink.
You stare in the eye
And a castle's in the back.
Must you swim the river first?
Don't drop your pack.
Open eyes still are my
But no longer can I see?- I think
No think there is to see
But neon pink.
I'd like to look on another shelf of the archives .
Get me outa here - back to the safety of the AHAPOETRY Homepage.