I bring you a dark poets world of the written word... Enjoy!

Poetry is an art form to me, I love to paint with my words. Bring to life my poetry giving the reader an image through my words and using a flow a rhyme and rhythm. Giving them my painted world on a canvas of paper. Line by line the world peals away to reveal its purpose and outcome.

Don’t fear the dark poets gear binding and binding so fast it is winding. Keeping minds at a ticking point and your heart beating out of your chest.
A dark poets mark a lover of night and everything that brings you a fright.

The end is getting near

Things are coming to an end
leaving you breathless, and gasping for air.
You try to hold on, and not lose what you have gained.
But your mind and soul tell you, you need to move on, but your body tells you no.
You work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
You know this it.

Things are coming to an end.
You feel in your gut, your senses tell you everyday the end is getting near.
You can hear it breathing on your neck whispering in your ear.
Death came to take my soul. He seemed nice enough so I took his hand.

I once knew a man
He wasn't very tall
But His nose stood taller then a top hat
Or mad hatter
He was not boastful or full of pride
He never stood taller than anyone smaller
Because he felt horrible when he tried.

I see it coming

I feel its approach

My hair stands on end

and my gut shivers

the stress cuts in

I work my bones to the marrow

I’m a prisoner of my mind

I work a 5 to 9 job as

I sweat my rust

Thoughts dancing on the night sky

leaving visions in my eye

This is it, the apocalypse

oceans rise,

the ground quakes

shy’s bleed

minds grow.

We need to go.

Drum roll

a chorus line

leaving souls on the line

This is it, the apocalypse

and we all die

but this is but a dream

a waking mind

an eye-opening from a dreaming time.

a dream with in a dream

I watched your heart go out in a blaze

in a wave of dying embers

I left your heart to waver on the wind

ash’s to ash’s

I leave you in the dust

tears making hearts turn to rust

as time ticks by

love dies

and lovers cry

All passions run away

with river deep and a Devils pride

gray trees have no hearts

and the sycamore tree leaves nothing but white ash

as a heart bleeds

It ran like a velvety bleeding cake.

Dripping and oozing

on the floor.

Heart lingers once more on the limb of the sycamore tree.

White ash is a tree that ones had bark of brown and green.

Bleed for me my lost lovers heart.

As your lips no longer kiss my own.

Such lovers are these,

that hang from the sycamore trees.

Love in a hopeless place
a time of wanting and waiting
moments of gold and shimmer
Puff of reality a smoky haze lingering on the air
We found love there
where no one dear

Falling deep into a golden time
a drop of passion in a river of gloden times
we found love in a hopeless place
Shower us with diamonds and a lovers grace
Passions rise in a smoky haze
lingering on a moment of a passionate taste

Close your eyes

a sleep many know

a time of make-believe

wishes yet to be made

Behind dreaming eyes

sleeping behind such eyes as mine

a baby learning to walk in hourglass time

A mirror of ourselves, a copy, a dream;

We are all this and more

behind such eyes

that dream

that wish

that writes books for every eye to read

Dreaming behind such eyes

as these

a dreamer behind such eyes

as mine and thin own make-believe

behind such eyes

as these

dreaming dreams that need not be

behind such eyes

as these

make-believe is a sight all children have and need

behind such eyes

as these

monsters abound

behind such eyes

as these

a child

a dreamer

a wisher of such

behind dreaming eyes

as these

When the days go cold

The nights go stale

Gods turn to dust

and heaven rains gold

Hell freezes

and Demons stand

Fight to the end

With Angel dust

and bloody veins pumping rust

Keep in tune as you must

Hell freezes once

and nevermore

Angels fight from heavens door

Hell freezes only once

keep the tune and clean the rust

Hell freezes

and demons stand

But Angels await at heavens gate

Yield ye old soul give they heart and gold

and be greedy not at heavens door

After forever

hearts abound

cracks are healed

and the curtains gone down

hearts seek what can’t be found

after forever

an apples been bitten

and the poisons been given

tears from the broken

and hearts without a token

after forever

there’s no more I love you’s

and no more I hate you’s

to be

given around

for after forever

there’s no more

to be given

a heart is a mortal vessel waiting for its demise

waiting for a passionate savior of the broken-hearted

after forever

all hearts are on the table

given up to a fests of plenty

as lovers go off into the sunset

after forever

lovers abound

and no more broken hearts are to be found