O Goddess !
Hear these tuneless numbers,
wrung by sweet enforcements
n rememberance dear,
and pardon that thy secrets should be sung
even into thine own soft conched ear,
surely i dreamt today ...
or did i see ?

....... or that she would of late,
have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
or hurled the little streets upon the great
had they but courage
equal to desire

grant me wisdom
grant me the end
grant me peace
grant me eternity
grant me death
grant me the innocent knowledge
grant me pain
grant me fire
grant me hell

lips quiver and my my fingers tremble
the eyes cloud, the heart thumps
i have a sinking feeling at the bottom of my stomach
as i call out to someone unknown
through the mists of eternity
a soft moan escapes ,
a lonely tear silently departs
oh! where are you ?
its getting late !

crave but beg not
hear the sound of silence
the realm of inner stillness
you'll realise you are loved
more than you ever imagined
love for you my friend will find its way
Morfia promises you
that celestial paradise of dreams
that secured utopia where happiness dwells
and that eternal dreamland whose air inebirates !!!

:) I like what you write....captures my attention...

I like you works also. Welcome to the form I lov it here and I am sire you will too.
Rose

You are a very talented poet. keep posting and ill keep coming back

kill them ....

kill them all ......


n then die ......


the horrible death u can think of ......

unbound by the rage of the funeral pyre
she utters no breath whipers no sigh
as the stench of burning flesh n melting fat
purifies the air
death old friend, frees u of all desire
the moment when u wake up
no more friends
no more questions
no more answers
no more lust
no more angst
just a very long wait
thru the mists of eternity
dread it or welcome it
it come must
to grant u eternal freedom n loneliness
death old friend i welcome thee
grant me death
deliver me into pain