Monday, March 30, 2009

The Coming



The waiting wears patience with the cry
For an end, As tears of the crying wet
The desert's sand an oasis of the dying
Is born.
Behind the shoulders of truth lies a brutalized
Thornless rose that bleeds life in the river
Of death.

The healing fear defeats the ancient songs 
Of the dreaded ancestors with gale of fire
In the dark, The denounced innocence remains
Raped by the torturous thoughts of sheer remorse.

A symphony of the dead raids their mortal serenity
With an overwhelming vindictive fury of the
Unforgettable renaissance, Surrounded by sorrow
They loose purpose and sink in the wrath of
Their making.

A falling wish of deep devotion is hidden in the
Chest of unwanted hopes and dreams where death
Remains ruler of the defeated,
The need to shine with a sparkle of envy dies at nightfall.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

100 Days Of Darkness


At nightfall the slayers come to avenge the
Death of their king, The innocent are killed by the loathsome
Desires of selective elimination that blinds their hearts with
Destructions, Built in many generations they take it all in 100 days.

The bleeding days of sorrow mourns the birth of death
Of the mortal memories that garnished everyone’s soul with
A longing for a bright new day, The African sun dies at the
Sight of shame as the demons play tunes that bleed the ears of
Life to death.

A cloud of darkness covers the moon as they beg for
Mercy to change the unbelievable reality of destruction,
The dark tide that sweeps through every home kills the
Others without any change of redemption,
Their walking emotions linger in grave yards of the present
Where the past rests not in peace.

Tears soak hearts as the rain of blood pours down to kill
Life once more, The long lost memories of the slayed souls
Ignite a spark of fury and sadness that will rise to
Live in minds and pools of sorrow, The black dead symphony
Plays as she takes the day with the lose of deep breath…
She dies ashamed of them.

The screams of desperation remain unheard as they approach
With encroached dark intensions, Many fell pray to the hell
Created by the vindictive spirits to prove their mortality,
A dark arch angel’s wings flap to resurrect a hurricane that
Steals the only passion left in the survivors of its wrath.

In the absence of light they plan their great escape and hope
To swim in the wishes of their minds, The beginning of the
End starts with a brief silence of desperation, A
Mountain of bodies with a steep flow of blood attracts
The vampire vultures in the center of the city,
Bleeding emotions flow to create a thick sea of blood
That absorbs the sunshine, A killing of emotions calls
Through to slay life to the edge of a cliff where beauty
Was once felt.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Linda Sober


Through the burning
Wilderness of her
Own mind she
Remains silent as her
Hidden wounds
Open for everyone To see,
Her overwhelming
Courage lets up the
Fray to a solemn
Reality as she looses
Face and sinks
Within herself,
Will she rise above
Her murky fate?

She hides in the attic
Where she cant be
Seen by the vindictive
Merciless voice,
She tours her pain by reminiscing
The birth of her
Only child called Grief...

As she wakes up the
Haunting faces that
Swim against the
Current of her blood mosaic gloomy
Pieces of forgotten memories,
She finally seeks
Escapism among the
Numb where she'll
Forever rest in Peace.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Beyond Sorrow


On her grave she rises
In the night the moon hides,
A thought of her fate
Lingers heavily as she
Fights her emotions,
She can’t love again
She’ll never live again.

Amid the light she cries
Among the rest she plays
Pretend…Inside she dies,
She wakes up each night
To water the dying wreath on
Her grave to garnish her new
Lonesome home.

Her eyes bleed misery
Her heart beats no more,
A concerto of the dead
Plays solemnly as she sings
Her lover’s favorite symphony,
On her grave she walks
At midnight she cuddles her lover
And sings him a lullaby to soothe
The sores she left behind.

Beneath her black tombstone
She breathes the silence of unfairness,
Beneath it all she still loves him.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Death Row








Dear Jean McCann,


The sun rises and sets for the last time as my day of execution draws in,I'll miss the smell of earth after the first rains that spell an end of summer. Forgiveness is beyond fantasy as my deeds were purely ego driven.

A dagger through my heart is a fair justice not the painless fatal injection.A death of dignity isn't deserved by a traitor of humanity such as me. I regret things turned out the way they did...I hope my death tomorrow morning will in a way make up for it.



Yours Sincerly,
Hoelt Van Clejan.

Little Medeliene (Silent Echoes)


She wonders what happened to home
As she walks in the cold empty streets,
Fear, blame and the feeling of being
Unwanted linger in her young mind as
The beasts come once again.
Alone she cries
In the light she tries
To break free and gain
Back serenity,
Beneath their lies she holds still
And embraces the truth.

Her shriek remains unheard,
Her mother still cries
But she still tries
To fight and fly where
She belongs,
Her wings seek tranquility
Her soul sleeps in the cold,
Can she escape her dark fate?

Dearths chills turns to stone
And blood to ice
As more years die in her abscence.