Here are some of my poems. Some of them are inspired by Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, the philosophy and romanticism of which I hope I preserve in my work. I hope you like them. Any feedback is appreciated. Updated 05/06/98.

What is Love?
Morning After
Kiss My Heart
Daydreams
For Noggin
Absence
Dawn
Boredom
Alone
End
Rain
Thief
Akasha and Enkil
The Reign
The Savage Garden
The Savage Garden II
God
Grey
Savage Humility
To Survive
Without You
Lover
Desire

What is Love?

I asked the sky and the sky remained mute
I asked the clouds and the clouds passed me by
I asked the past, but I had no experience
I asked the future, but my vision was blurred
I asked the wise man and he sent me home
I asked the priest and he showed me his God
I asked my mother and she showed me my father
I looked at you, and I knew.

Morning After.

Covers strewn in disarray
slowly recovering the senses that apply to the waking world
blearily accepting reality
and your absence
the sweat on my skin and the thoughts in my mind
the only testament to our love.

Kiss My Heart.

Kiss my heart with your love
grace me with your presence
pleasure me with your attentions
let me grow in love and hope
and kiss my heart again
to bring me to rest.

       Daydreams   

The fire in my dreams
the heat between us
the soulful look in your eyes
and I love you

Our bodies meet in embrace
and sweet music
takes the night
by surprise

Emerging from a waking dream
a smile remains upon my lips
as I think of you

For Noggin

In my core you exist
as a thought, a wish, a dream
a reminder of my love
an idea that lights my way
through the night.

Absence

Such a short absence
but it felt like an eternity
a lifetime of waiting
an endless wash of meaningless time

Such a short absence
but the miles never felt more significant
time never passed so slowly
a frown on my face
where once there was a smile

Such a short absence
healed by two words
a rift no more
until the next time, love
I will wait for you.

Dawn

My mind is racing
chasing after an elusive wisp of thought
a vague recollection
of a memory lost

A fragmented notion
a need for cohesion
in disordered chaos
a void aching to be filled
and as time spins slowly forward
inspiration is lost
driven away with the cobwebs
of morning.

Boredom

The hammers of existence batter my mind
drilling into my head
smashing my skull

The drums of pointlessness call me
mindless functionality
in this sea of being

Existence is futile
no benefit is reaped
from this toil

When will the reason come?
When will I be done?
What point serves this place?
This boredom?

Alone

Cast off the affectations of the day
Discard forced thoughts
Let your mind wander free
And think to inspire

Let go of the masquerade
Peel off the paint
Shake clear of reason
And float off in a new direction

Dissolve the shackles of civilization
Shape and challenge existence with verve
Drift through ideas

Cherish time to collect yourself
Mull your secrets
Accept your failings
Alight on reality

End

In the shadows of my heart
you dwell
forever

A perfect memory of love
lost

Searing my mind with pain
and grief
or what once was
and what is
and what will never be
easy

Rain

Drops that cool and calm and soothe
running down the window pane
rivulets joining in a race

Promoting freshness where it pours
falling in silence
yet calming my mind with its tones

Thunderous and dulcet
encouraging the aroma of grass and earth
restoring the vitality of nature
life anew.

Thief

You steal my breath
You rob me of reason
Lay siege to my desires
And assault my soul with your love
Subtract my sense
And drive my passion
Overboard

You made me lose myself
In your world
Your substance

You took my heart
And ran with it
Into the heat
Of our love

                                                 Akasha and Enkil

Asleep before our time,
ever watchful, ever waiting,
ever attentive

As dead things,
they stare out.
out and into space
as if they see the ultimate answer
in the fabric of us

Called by the voice of one
one who would love them
and yet destroy them

Moving over the earth
in sullen silence
and silent rage
Akash seeks her king's destruction
and her prince

Descending on the world
in a whirlwind of romantic reason
Akasha and her prince
wreak the Queen's will
upon the bodies
of weak and mortal men

In arrogance she approached her enemies
unsuspecting and unafraid
little knowing the power they possessed

Powerful witches, Akasha's downfall
red haired and green eyed twins
born from greatness, destined to greatness,
acting in greatness

As the fire of the Queen's life lay dying,
embers glowing in the night,
the death feast began.

The green eyed twins took into themselves
the organs of their Queen
to complete the cycle, and preserve their people.

In life, great and majestic,
In death, gods,
In sleep, watchers,
And in the end, free.

 

 The Reign.

Marked by bloodshed and intolerance,
the reign of Queen Akasha and King Enkil.
many lives lost, many lands gained,
traditions and sacred rituals laid waste,
never to be perform'd again.

Akasha the Queen, strong and bold
beautiful she was. and cold she was
filled with misunderstanding of the unfamiliar -
this her downfall.

Enkil the King, strong in body,
but weak in mind and in resolution.
possessive he was. and in awe he was

filled with love for his Queen -
this his downfall.

Driven by a wish to know of spirits, they were
pushed to unholy sin
Two twins there were,
beautiful and powerful witches
hated by the Queen and King
mistresses of the spirits
defiled before a court

Spirits plagued the royal pair
changing them, shaping them
making them anew.
geatly improved they were
replenished in physical and mental ways
new powers they gained
powers of the mind and the flesh

Marked by but one defect they were
though enamoured of the sun and day
that heavenly body could no longer
bear witness to their faces

In this death they existed
under curses
under oaths
as gods they became
driven by a terrible thirst
as strong as any desire
worshipped by their subjects
sacrificing the living that they may remain
existing. indefinitely.

Into the earth they went
forever guarded
always loved
eternally loathed

Consciousness without life.
Unnatural harmony between flesh and spirit.
Death without meaning.

The Savage Garden

Chaos and confusion
shut in and yet free
big eating small
survival of the fittest
another day in the world

Standing in an oasis of calm
as life goes on around
struck by the brutality of life
the futility of life
in the Garden

Flying through the sky
a thousand stars floating by
revelling in the complexity of the clouds
startled by the gravity of
falling
into the Savage Garden

Laughing at the seasons
riding on the wind
always knowing, always sensing
the heart that beats
for this world
and I hope I never leave
this Wonderful Savage Garden

The Savage Garden II

Menace and threat
chained and manacled
in the alleys and the streets
shameful remembrance
another day in the world

Surrounded by hate
violence all around
accepting the brutality of life
the futility of life
in the Garden

Swimming in the mire
burning in the fire
my soul stripped bare
the fallen angel raping my mind

Depressed by the howling wind
that scours the plains of my existence
when will I be permitted to leave
this Tragic Savage Garden?

God

nothing.
void.
atoms.
light.
salad dressing, tomatos, cans of half-eaten soup.
the world.
a microbe.
a dot on a microbe.
me.
zoom out.
a sandwich.
a half-eaten sandwich.
A mouldy half-eaten sandwich.
In a fridge.
In my fridge.
I am god.

Grey

Warping through deep space,
contemplating deep thought,
skimming through the stratosphere
of a thousand blue-green planets.
Just another day in my hectic showbiz life
tapping in to communications satellites
watching interviews of those who've seen me
and pictures of  'grey'.

Hovering above a world
 in my subterranean starship in the sky
wondering what they think
of the cleverness of me.

Prepping for lightspeed, check the thrusters
just a matter of a few buttons
what would these creatures do
if they knew the freedom I do?

I'm not sure, but from what I know
count me out
because they don't see
the whole universe laid out on show
and as such
they'll never understand
their positon in infinity.

Savage Humility

Bowing before a lord
subservience in your voice
quietly cursing
silently hoping
wishing
praying
Savage Humility

In their life a loyal servant
in their death a brutal attacker
in their memory humble
in your mind turmoil
Savage Humility

Semi-aware of hatred
half wanting revenge
not entirely with us
yet always on the ball
Savage Humility

The price of the silent witness we bear
to horror and suffering
and the suppression of her voices
to find a greater good
Savage Humility

To Survive

A solitary man walks down the road
kicking up dust
whipped by the wind
poorly sandaled feet blistered and bleeding
Walking for mile after torturous mile
one thought constant
food, water, survival
his gnarled hand clutching an old wooden staff

Flies bother his old face,
wrinkles and lines of age score his bearing
stretched in inner anguish
Still the thought remains
food, water, survival

His old robe is patched and torn
ragged and soaked with blood and sweat
raising his sun blackened face to the sky
it was never this hard before
food, water, survival

Dragging his feet
tripping over his battered sandals
knees, old and worn,
encased in earth and painful pricks of gravel

Sensing the closeness of his completion
he levers himself upright
food, water, survival

In the scorching heat of the midday sun
on what he percieves to be his third day of travel
an old man ends the journey of his life
a labour of love
life
an impulse
to survive

Without You

Blindly and with faltering steps
I stumble through the wilderness
of life
without you
The lights are too bright
and the way is too hard
in my life
without you

Broken and blistered
fallen by the wayside
crying out for help
without you

Cowering in the shadows
cast by hostile rocks
screaming my pain
without you

Lost in my brain
delusions pass before my eyes
images of you

What has been lost by this foolish mind?
dying in the burning sun
without you

Lover

One look from your eyes
and I melt inside

A touch of your hand
tingles my spine

The sight of your face
makes my world seem right

The sound of your voice
brings a shiver to mine

The breath from your mouth
tickles my being

The imagined caress of your lips
takes me to heaven

Desire

Molten as lava
burning in a million fires
consuming
terrible
all conquering
lust
desire

(c)1998 Mad_Brit's Nuthouse. Nick this and it's called plagiarism.