Some of my favorite poems
March for Freedom
[Novel Excerpt, Song]
Allow me, friends, to tell you a story
The story's about love and also of freedom
Our planet is riddled with plagues and diseases
Our people are dying, they're filling the streets
But we'll march on, march to the light
March for our lives and our freedoms
Our heartaches won't last long,
we'll one day know peace
for this life's like a nightmare,
from which we'll escape.
We've gone on and lived what fate's chosen to give us
and our lives may be rough,
but our souls are enduring
We've prayed for the strength to be able to make it
And make it, we will,
with Christ on our side.
And we'll march on, march to the light
March to our strength and our courage.
The Lord is our staff, we can draw on His love
Oppression, behind us, we WILL rise above.
Our spirits are high as we travel to better
The place is like Heaven, its meaning is peace.
There are many a person who stand in our way
But with God in our hearts, He will show us the way.
So we will march on, march to the light
March to the city of beauty
In Heaven, above us, His armies are strong
Christ sets a new course, His angels joining our throng!
08-07-97 April Gray
The song pretty much says it all lol
And nothing more
Some nightmare creature, therein bound?
"No." says I, "'Tis just a mouse.
"Come to nest in my wee house."
So I laugh to spite my frightened fear,
my childish woes, my stomach- queer
But then a voice says, from within the walls:
"We delight in dread and dire squalls!"
"'Tis just the wind." Says I. "And nothing more.
"No sounds of cries or shrieks or roars.
"No beast within my home doth dwell!
"No evil chiding. No evil tales."
"'Tis just the wind and nothing more."
And yet, the noise within my dwelling swells
to a clamor befitting a hundred hells.
"No wind." murmurs I, my voice a rasp,
"Perchance a storm." And then, I gasp!
For falling to the floor, in mounds,
the plaster of my walls crash down!
My heart leaps fro, at a deadly pace
My skin turns as pale as a hanged mans face.
I think I see eyes within my deathdark walls.
Are those opened mouths in feasting calls?
"No." moans I, whilst I shake my head.
"'Tis just a storm." says I, with dread.
"'Tis just a storm and nothing more."
No larger than a cat- the creature,
leaps to my floor; the Devil's feature,
with the head of man and tail of rat,
scale covered body and teeth of bat:
It looks upon my throat, in need;
the hell-sent creature- Satan's seed.
And as my fingers touch my dwellings door,
more monsters come- in droves, in scores.
"NO!" cries I. "'Tis just a dream!
"There is no cause to fret or scream!
"A dreadful dream and nothing more.
"'Tis mere imagined visions of death and gore."
"'Tis just a dream and nothing more!"
Yet my hand still twitches in horrid fright,
whilst my heart and soul doth curse the night.
Bound by fear, I cannot flee!
I am hypnotized by all I see.
Then they sieze my throat and tear my chest,
"Leave his bones!" cries a creature, "To feed the rest!
"Our dirty work has just begun,
"So let us kill the good and have our fun!"
And the creatures, more like demons,
still emerge from holes, their bodies steamin',
as if newly born from hell- their home:
my house, their gate; our earth to roam.
My life, no more; our earth- their own.
1997 April Gray
My absolute favorite poem of mine of all time.
Many people think Edgar Allen Poe inspired it... perhaps subconsiously. Humorously though, the only thing by him I've read was "The Bells".
Evil Eyes
I stumble from my bed- still weary
'Tis Christmas Eve, yet my heart doth dread
The sights mine eyes t'will see beyond my bed.
T'were no stockings hung from my small fireplace
T'was not a glimmer of light to caress a childs face
"What child?" I bethink. "I am now all alone.
"Left to wander the halls of this old, haunted home."
My spirit, in danger, of eternal brimstone.
I hear a rap upon my floors
"What beast be thee?!" my soul implores
I see no demon, though, just a tiny ball
Rolling into the heart of a too vacant hall.
Mirthless laughter fills my ringing ears
My body shakes, fear brings forth tears
for in shadows lurks my long dead child
Light dances in his eyes gone wild.
Evil eyes and soul, defiled.
But t'was the evil I spied on my own ghastly face
because my own bitter soul I did severely debase?
For the heart of the spirit is seen through the eyes
and I have lost my defences- I have lost my disguise.
My boy stands before me with a silent bequeath
To join my lost family; to embrace him in death.
His trembling hands wield a phantom-like knife
The monster, my son- how he longs for my life
Vengeance is his and my terror is rife.
"Be gone, you ghoul! Go back to hell!
"Can you not see I am now faring well?!
"I am not ready yet!" I rant and rave
"Find someone else to fill a grave!"
My boy merely trembles- as if a leaf
He seems over-come with an unbearable grief
He stands stock-still and makes not a sound
But I still senced movement all around.
My dead t'were rising from the ground.
Then finally, my son approaches
Talk of loss, he slowly broaches
I stumble back- his touch, I fear
Then scores of moans mine ears doth hear.
I dread the questions to which my dead need answers
Of yesteryear- of macabre disasters
Whence my sanity had slipped and I went mad
From which there on out, life turned so bad...
My family, no more, pain t'was all I then had.
He pulls me in an embrace, as mist;
bowing my head, my forehead he kissed.
"Poor father." says he, "See the pain in my eyes?
"Because of your deeds, you are now Satans prize."
You see, my lad t'was not evil, he merely sought my redemption
for I had murdered my family with no trepidation
My moppets and my wife, I had so thoughtlessly slayed
Now my crimes against God shall be utterly paid.
My family dragged me to Hell on a path I had paved.
12-17-97
Too forced and out of sync, but still one of my faves.