up up and down I go
were I stop nobody knows.
on the earth in the sky
and still i don't know why.
why is there pain
when there is nothing to gain.
why is there a end
and no one to send.
and why is it there that constant fear
about thoese who you hold dear.
there should not be that problem of thoese who die
and I know you still may cry.
but please remember that it's not truly the end
there are the angels which god will send.
to take thoese who have pasted away
to heaven where they may not stay.
They maybe renicarnated as a beauty
or even as a real hot cutie.
so please remember for your own sake
that there alway is a make.
and thoese who have past are not really gone
because in you they still live on.
so remember thoses from september 11 2001
and they will really never be done.
done with there life because they can see
and be proud of us all they will be.
I. I stir as a great Black Dragon, in the steams of this great cavern-lair, the earth beneath Me cracking &
quaking as I step. My great wings folded about Me as a black cape, My eyes resonant, pulsating with Infernal
Light. My mighty jaws clench with tusk-like fangs, dripping with venom, & the blood of My prey.
II. I turn My fearsome head upwards, horns arching into the crying sky, the crimson droplets cascading along
My crimson scales, as enormous muscles flex upon the behemoth-beast. My nightmarish roar shakes the great
oaks, inflicting the mortal fear of impending doom unto the puny hearts of every breathing creature, as they gasp
in terror. My serpantine tongue slides out to lick the taste of flesh & carrion I have devoured.
III. I see above Me the souls of those whom I have consumed, flailing madly in the hazy air. At once, the ancient
Pentagram upon My thick brow emminates lustre, resonating upon those poor wraiths, thus entrapping them
within its five points.
IV. I arch My back, tail writhing, wings spread wide, I launch My mammoth form into the thundering sky,
Your stature was muscular,
yet, petit.
Your height five inches
over five feet.
You were a tower of kindness
and strengths
Your forgiveness stretched to
great lengths.
Words were not your forte.
You spoke only when you had
something to say.
Your laughter contagious of
skits outrageous.
When it came to confrontation
You appeased both sides.
With tactful consideration
hence, all would abide.
As a Father you instilled
virtues of merit.
As a spouse,you protected
"the Lady of the House."
Your unconditional love willed
heir apparent.
An incurable malady struck
you down.
You never complained,even when in
excruciating pain.
Your life ended early leaving behind
those who love you dearly.
Upon your wishes you rested into
the ground.
Though thirty years have past yet,
even to this day
In my mind and heart you will
always stay.
My alarm clock awakes me
With its usual shrill sound.
I stumble from my bed
To take my morning shower.
Nothing seems different
In my everyday life.
My morning is rushed and hectic
Just as it always is.
I kiss my wife goodbye,
And my children three.
Somehow this day is different,
For I never come home again.
You've Come back to me sweet angel.
Now calm your tears.
Let me embrace you child
and ease your fears .
You are home.
yet somehow feel loss and sorrow.
Rest dear girl till it is marrow.
You ask of thee,
If I am an angel
Where are my wings?
On to you my child I reply.
It’s forever been your selfless love
that allows your beauty To fly,
Your actions on earth became
your harp strings.
You, my sweet blessed angel
have always had your wings.
You were born to be an angel.
Love-n-Truth
Patty Hermes
WHAT DO YOU SAY TO SOMEONE ......A FRIEND
WHO HAS LOST SOMEONE SO DEAR
DEATH'S DOORS SEEMED SO FAR AWAY
YET THEY ARE SO VERY NEAR
MEMORIES OF A TIME GONE BY......FILLED WITH HAPPINESS
AND YET HERE AND NOW, TODAY IS SO FULL OF PAIN AND SADNESS.
THOUGHTS OF A SMILE AND A RADIANT FACE
A BEAUTY THAT DULLED EVEN THE DAWNING OF THE SUN
DEATH IS SO QUIET AND SEEMS SO VERY STILL
LIKEN TO THE SILENCE WHICH FOLLOWS THE FIRING OF A GUN
SORRY YET SORRY JUST DOESN'T SEEM TO BE GOOD ENOUGH
SORRY IS THE ONLY WORD, BUT OH LORD IT SEEMS SO ROUGH
EMOTIONS RUN AS DEEP AS AN OCEAN...A PIT OF SORROW OVERFLOWS
NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHAT TO DO OR SAY
AND THE WIND WEEPS.......AS A ROSE IS PLACED UPON HER GRAVE
AND ALL THAT CAN BE SAID IS SORRY, SORRY, SORRY ON SUCH A DAY
Tick,tock
One half hour before i knock
Upon death's door decay,
Over the sacred alter i will slay.
Burning blood within the chalice,
Whithin my head a darkened malice.
Monotheists call forth a crime,
Altered states for me, sublime.
Tick,tock
Grasp the hammer and break the rock.
Which upon this earth, my whithered body lie.
As the rage and fears crawl, tear, and pry.
To the burning door where the virgin goddess cry.
And upon this, my knife of Kris,
Unto the beating heart, shall not miss.
And unto me they will submit.
For with the dark fate of death be a kiss; only a kiss,
To the dark angels knife of Kris
School's out, no one's prepared.
A scent of death's essence within the air.
A taste of depression fills the halls,
As lines of red regression run down the tainted walls.
Last year enrollment dropped by seven,
Next year will again by eleven.
In the eyes of loneliness,
Only death's heart be warmed.
For his enrollment by adolescents swarmed.
In the eyes of depression,
Hallowed love cannot defeat suicidal transgression.
Nor can it abort homicidal expression.
In the breath of the evenings hand,
Only the dead souls can understand.
Hoards of prom queens present-past,
Through summers solstice will not last.
For misery spoils their very last chance.
WHAT DO YOU SAY TO SOMEONE WHO HAS
LOST SOMEONE SO DEAR
WHO IS THROUGH DEATH'S DOOR SO FAR AWAY,
YET SO VERY NEAR
WHO IS REMEMBERED WITH HAPPINESS
AND YET AT THE SAME TIME WITH SADNESS.
WHOSE SMILE AND BEAMING FACE
WAS AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DAWNING OF THE SUN
WHOSE DEATH IS LIKEN TO
THE SILENCE AFTER THE FIRING OF A GUN
DOES ANYONE REALLY KNOW WHAT TO SAY
SORRY SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY WORD ON SUCH A DAY