Empty
13 Dec 2004
From sleep into darkness I awaken.
Trying to keep my feelings locked inside.
My tears are stinging my eyes.
This pain is to real to hide.
Why am I forsaken?
I am broken.
Why am I misbegotten?
I am opened.
Hold me like you used to.
No! Your gone to be forgotten.
The hurt I can't suppress.
My heart aches with emptiness.
The pain won't stay gone away.
I wish for blessed numbness.
Why am I forsaken?
I am broken.
Why am I misbegotten?
I am opened.
Hold me like you used to.
No! Your gone to be forgotten.
The sickness in my stomach greets me.
It is never far away.
A never ending knot of anguish.
I just can't make it fade.
Why am I forsaken?
I am broken.
Why am I misbegotten?
I am opened.
Hold me like you used to.
No! Your dead to be forgotten.
Here the waves of pain come again.
I taste the salt from my tears.
All those years lost, I cry.
Time to lock the hurt back inside.
Why am I forsaken?
I am broken.
Why am I misbegotten?
I am opened.
Hold me like you used to.
No! Your dead to be forgotten.
Epitaph from Within
12 Dec 2004
Here lies my heart and soul.
Left in ruin by a dead world.
These mortals have desroyed the love in me
and rended my tranquility.
My heart and soul
walks in a dead world
destroyed the love in me
leaving nothing of me
Here lies my heart and soul.
Left silent by a sick world.
These mortals have broken me
and left trash of my art.
My heart and soul
walks in a dead world
Destroyed, the love of me
Leaving nothing of me
Here lies my heart and soul.
Left inept by an ignorant world.
These mortals have no hope with me
and sunder my sensebility.
My heart and soul
walks in a dead world
Destroyed, the love of me
Leaving nothing of me
Here lies my heart and soul.
Left to wrot in an infertal world.
These mortals have isolated me
and razed its creativity.
My heart and soul
walks in a dead world
Dstroyed, the love of me
Leaving nothing of me.
Here lies my heart and soul.
A grave for it in a stone world.
These mortals have this testament of me
and have given no final sanctity.
My heart and soul
walks in a dead world
Destroyed, the love of me
Leaving nothing of me
Pain
30 Jul 2003
Why does love need be an exercise in pain?
Why is it that when you care for someone they shove it in your face screaming?
Why is it that when you try and fight for someone they run from you in fear?
What did I do to deserve these daggers in my heart, mind and soul?
Am I truly at fault? Is being strong willed and a fighter a crime?
I have been through too much, too soon to fade to grey and let the world win.
Where others have wilted and died, I have endured, suffered, cried, and lived.
I shall endure eternally, my spirit is undying. I cannot bend to the will of others even if it slowly eats me like a cancer.
Others have no idea of what I endure, when all I do is for another.
I shall never quit. I scream, fuck you all.
Odors from the Heart
07 May 2003
It comes and goes like a brief breeze
hither and thither floating like air thru the trees.
A soft feminine scent of flowers and musk
which soaks the wind shortly after dusk.
It delights upon your wind and like birds to soar on.
Let it wrap itself around you,
and take you far beyond the horizon.
Odors of the heart can be scented far ahead
for love begins and ends with dreams in her bed.
You will long for her lingering essence
to mix and mingle with your own.
Your arms will ache and mourn with her passing
to leave you lost and withdrawn.
She will come again the next eve
to take your heart and love.
There you will lie in the morning once again
waiting to rise with her in the evening like a sweet dove.
You to will come and go like soft breezes
hither and thither like air thru trees.
Now your scent and hers of flowers and
musk will soak the wind together after dusk.
Loves Muse
Who stood firm against thyne tempest?
I as always thyne shelter
Who gave thee shore forsooth?
I as always your rock
Who brought thee freshness when thou thirsted?
I as always your river
Yet a cruel flower, she won thy hand
Thou hast condemned me to shadowy memory
I your fairest muse.
Thou cast my voiced gift from thee
I your muse could nae thaw thyne heart
Shall I stand still as the tree?
While I watch thy fateful rose wound yea again.
Nae, I yet endure a fettered wraith of natures song
I watch thyne heart bleed full and red love.
Who taketh thyne hurts and shield thou?
I as always your shelter
Who let thee lean thyself to rest?
I as always your rock
Who let thee grace for sustenance?
I as always thyne river.
Lone and Joyless
I am lone and joyless for my heart has died.
It went with my knight when to war he did ride.
He charged the field with his sword held high.
Rallying his warriors was struck down to die.
He fell on the field in the soft ground to lie.
Now sees me here alone a widow am I.
His warriors rode home with the story of his fall.
Black banners draped over parapits and walls
And my tears and cries did echo through castle halls
Now no more will he hear my maidens voice call.
See now I go to stand at his grave.
This bloody ground and home of brave.
To remember his name,deeds,love and caress.
Then to castle return and remain forever lone and joyless.
Ode to Love
Tommie Stovall
A gift of love is pain.
It flows from the heart as rain.
A gift of love is sorrow.
It whispers on the wind of the morrow.
A gift of love is sin.
Many secrets of women and men.
A gift of love is fantasy.
It is dreams of ecstasy.
A gift of love is joy.
Play between a girl and boy.
The final gift of love is eternity.
Two hearts together as one entity.
