BLACK HEART
The Devil invited
me to breakfast.
He told me he
needed a soul,
that he
didn't have
enough to do, he
needed me for
fun and games.
Fire in my lungs
and red hot
my face
as he greets me
with his kiss.
TeAnne © 27. Apr. 1998
me to breakfast.
He told me he
needed a soul,
that he
didn't have
enough to do, he
needed me for
fun and games.
Fire in my lungs
and red hot
my face
as he greets me
with his kiss.
TeAnne © 27. Apr. 1998
Of this deep and dark despair This intense desire for evil Is black magic in the air? My thoughts are so gruesome And I could not give a care Mixed emotions reeling Come near me, only if you dare I feel this rush of rage and anger Feel the blood pulse beneath my hair False smiles upon my face When inside I feel a glare. I should have been born dead But the doc of life did spare I’m not supposed to be here Life just stinks and isn’t fair. So when next you see me Take a wide berth and beware. You could end up regretting You ventured in my lair. TeAnne © 21 March 1999 |
DEATH
Because of the new
You know not of me
It is I, who is dead. Not my love.
I kill myself for you
not because of you
I am dead for your eyes only
And I remain a ghostly memory.
Sept 7. 1998 ©
Because of the new
You know not of me
It is I, who is dead. Not my love.
I kill myself for you
not because of you
I am dead for your eyes only
And I remain a ghostly memory.
Sept 7. 1998 ©
DEATH WATCH
You were the driving force within my being
You owned my heart, my soul.
Who will heal my wounds,
who will fill my dreams or quench my thirst?
Someone is blocking my way
I cannot, this time return.
A crystal ball reveals the loneliness prevail.
Is my love to wither and die, lie in prune state, by the way side?
The moon we shared you look with another
while I alone stand gazing from a distance
and I hear our love songs play an un-rhythmic tune.
WOUNDS
You cut out my heart,
not by hand or weapon
but with knife-like words.
I didn't want to hear them
but you said them, un-ashamedly.
You cut a gash that will not heal
and left me bleeding to death.
Forever lost to you, cast aside and dead.
You leave my remains scattered for all the world to see.
Remove me from this memory
and let my soul run free.
REMEMBER
Today, a year ago
I flew to your arms.
You held me for this long
now you cast me off your bracelet charm.
I will fade in time,
I know
as another holds your heart.
TeAnne © Sept 8. 1998
EXISTENCE!
The colour…
Drained from her face
when she got the news.
She had expected it….
"It happens to everyone,
Is it really my time"! She wailed.
when she got the news.
She had expected it….
"It happens to everyone,
Is it really my time"! She wailed.
Existence…
Meant to her, opportunity,
love, happiness, a family,
fluffy kittens, and not forgetting…
Her 'life'!
love, happiness, a family,
fluffy kittens, and not forgetting…
Her 'life'!
Shattered…
"It is over" she said
as she bowed her head
in retched sobs.
"I am not ready, I have too much to do"
"It has come all too soon"
as she bowed her head
in retched sobs.
"I am not ready, I have too much to do"
"It has come all too soon"
Answer? …
I could not answer…
How do you comfort
someone whose life,
has just been…
Terminated at thirty!
How do you comfort
someone whose life,
has just been…
Terminated at thirty!
TeAnne © June 16. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
EDEN (Existence 2)
The dome cover, glowed a cold-hearted red
and the siren’s sounded of brutal warnings.
The citizens all knew what that meant!
and the siren’s sounded of brutal warnings.
The citizens all knew what that meant!
Thirty years had reached its peak in ‘Four Sector’.
Today was a day, that appeared as usual.
No celebrations would gloss this day either.
Today was a day, that appeared as usual.
No celebrations would gloss this day either.
She lifted her head and wailed, "Change this accursed law."
But the silence returned to her was deafening.
Nobody would listen. Nobody cared…. Only of self, important.
But the silence returned to her was deafening.
Nobody would listen. Nobody cared…. Only of self, important.
Two hundred ‘others’ reached thirty today also,
every year sharing this day…. Dreading this era…..
They joined her at the ‘wall’ in their home sector
every year sharing this day…. Dreading this era…..
They joined her at the ‘wall’ in their home sector
It was standard procedure. No immunity, no candles.
While she and the others prayed, cursed and cried,
the executioner groaned and proceeded with duty.
While she and the others prayed, cursed and cried,
the executioner groaned and proceeded with duty.
At one past midnight, a part of the dome was thrown open
and they were left to inhale; they’re poisonous death…..
Then he tallied the group for the ‘morrow’s ‘Five Sector’.
and they were left to inhale; they’re poisonous death…..
Then he tallied the group for the ‘morrow’s ‘Five Sector’.
As the leaver released and the section closed shut
all became silent once more, within the city ‘Eden’.
The twenty nine-year-old executioner, knelt and prayed………
all became silent once more, within the city ‘Eden’.
The twenty nine-year-old executioner, knelt and prayed………
TeAnne © June 18. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
Existence 3 ( Death Of The Executioner )
He had served his purpose
His time soon to be over
Ten years of killing behind him.
He had watched them suffer
Who was taking his place
Questions no one would answer.
His thoughts turned to his parents
Who had they been
Had he pulled the lever on them
He wondered of his son
Placed at birth in Nine Sector
Would he one day be 'executioner'
He held his wife of twenty-nine years
His partner from birth
Ten Sector their quarters.
As midnight approached
He kissed her tear stained face
In a few short minutes they would be thirty.
He closed his eyes and remembered
The stories of long ago, passed down
Of when a life held meaning….
The law was the law…
At thirty, extermination.
The only crime was age.
The City 'Eden' was a prison
Not like 'Paradise' at the beginning of time
Would the God of that time forgive his sins
The siren sounded and the dome glowed death red
The inhabitants in Ten Sector inhaled
A new executioner for the first time….prayed.
TeAnne © June 20. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
EXISTENCE 4 (The Elders of EDEN. )
There are 'elders' in the Dome City of 'Eden'
the place where death comes at thirty.
But they are never seen…….
They give their orders from a tower
high above the Cities 'Sectors'.
Only their sons know of these mandates
and they pass them on to the Cyborgs…
The 'elders' are kept a secret, for
this was their demand.
If a word should be uttered that they exist…
Life means death for the informant.
The 'elders' exist into their nineties
and live the high life like kings.
Young women bare their children and
are exterminated when the infant is two.
Only male children survive of the 'elders'
No use for daughters in 'Eden'
The breading of females left to the public
but only one child per couple….
It was written somewhere of an old 'Eden'
somewhere at the beginning of time,
when rules were made to be broken
and children played and grew old.
Executioners were utilised for the wicked,
when evil overpowered a mind. But here…
The executioners role was inane. Now he
kills the innocent, guilty of no crimes…..
This new assignment gave him free reign of the city
his orders coming from the Cyborgs,
to keep law and order in the 'Sectors'
and tally each day of the ages.
He suspected something amiss
when restricted from the tower.
He swears he saw someone, old…….
TeAnne © June 21. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part. I have never seen 'Logan's Run'
Existence 5 (Peace In EDEN)....Final
The red glow of the dome malfunctioned.
And the thunderous droning became silent.
The Cyborgs shut down and stood dormant.
Was this the work of a God….
He was the new Executioner appointed…
Ordered to kill inhabitants at thirty.
He suspected much wrong doings,
from 'elders' he found in hiding.
His instinct then guided him solely
to the water supply for their tower….
Poisoning the water the best option.
The death of the 'elders' was swift…
Life, in the 'Sectors' found new reason.
No orders relayed for their function.
Men ,women and children, all celebrate united…
However they must remain within the Dome city.
The air outside is still poison. It's the year 3030.
And it will take another millennium to clean it.
But the people are happily counting on long lives,
sharing and watching their families grow old.
The inhabitants owe their lives to a good man.
And he was known as 'Executioner'…
There is peace for now, in 'Eden'…
And the price to keep it this way?… Is prayer!
TeAnne © June 23. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader
of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part.
I have never seen 'Logan's Run'Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader
of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part.
What is left when you leave?
An empty chair?
Invisible footprints on the carpet?
Totality of silence?
Indentations in the bed?
Nightmares of loneliness?
Gradually the memories will fade.
An empty chair?
Invisible footprints on the carpet?
Totality of silence?
Indentations in the bed?
Nightmares of loneliness?
Gradually the memories will fade.
© Dec 1. 1998
THE DARK
He'll be sorry
one last time
Tighten the noose
not a dream
Kick the chair
let it slide
Total darkness
hear no scream.
one last time
Tighten the noose
not a dream
Kick the chair
let it slide
Total darkness
hear no scream.
TeAnne Nov. 30. 1998
I WAS STOLEN.
His shoulders hunched, a stance all powerful evoked
with taloned fingers, he encircled my throat.
I gazed into his blazing bloodshot eyes
as he licked at my lips, I died.
He was too strong!
Grotesque was his breath,
I exhaled, I wriggled, I kicked, to fight this death.
His mouth over mine, cut like a knife
when he kissed my soul away.
At his feet I laid
Broken, beaten, I felt my life, stolen.
© Aug. 1. 1998
with taloned fingers, he encircled my throat.
I gazed into his blazing bloodshot eyes
as he licked at my lips, I died.
He was too strong!
Grotesque was his breath,
I exhaled, I wriggled, I kicked, to fight this death.
His mouth over mine, cut like a knife
when he kissed my soul away.
At his feet I laid
Broken, beaten, I felt my life, stolen.
© Aug. 1. 1998
A Mystery Slipper on my pillow there when I woke of what is the symbol of what it evokes Who put it there whilst I slept not in my room was a footstep crept what does it mean the explanation unseen Is it supernatural a message from beyond So hard to be believe it was actual A pillow is for a head a head is for memories and thought is one lost, dead or danger fraught Slippers are for feet Feet are for walking running, skipping and such Believe me mate this is just all too much Slipper on my pillow it wasn't there last night for a book I was reading and on was the light before my eyes grew heavy and all light was spent it wasn't there then when to sleep I went From the floor to the bed itself didn't jump strategically placed It's giving me goose bumps........... (This actually happened and I can't explain it) TeAnne © Feb 5.1998
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They put on saddles in one locale
They even fly by evenings light. They are brown and big and icky and make my blood spoil. The hairs on my body stand on end and my spine twitches hot/cold spasms. To be so ugly and multiply with ease and survive a nuclear war.
Under street lamps they scurry
in my cupboards, they die in a hurry. They love the summer time heat Walk all over the mutts raw meat. I stomp really hard on their backs sickens me to hear that crack. At least I know that one is dead. I HATE COCKROACHES!
TeAnne © 15 Jan. 1999
SATAN’S VICTIMS
Orgy of energy, slipping beyond
for now you sleep, oh darling one.
Laying of head, upon my breast
closure of eyes, now in rest for in my heart, always you forevermore, do I choose.
For now you sleep, ne’er to wake
and love again, we’ll never make Gone now, oh darling one wait one minute, we’ll be as one.
The pointed knife, honed so sharp
resting here, beside my heart for loving you, forever near eye of soul, thus clear.
All rights reserved. TeAnne 1998,1999 ©
Nothing, Nil, Zero.
Boundaries encircled emptiness
heart with no soul and void filled mind
Drowning in nothingness
voiceless words in air of haziness echo
Staring blankly into
white halos of no illumination Bottomless lethargy immovable notions idle.
TeAnne © May 15. 1998
Loss and Diminishments
Years Ago I was sinking.
My Dream
from crypts, I applaud and savour each one The demons alert, echo their noise as pen and hand hover in poise.From your diligent mind come the fiends, whom ascend from depths and beyond, unseen Between these pages looms a gory tale The King of mystery, never will fail. The devil, on cloven hoof jumps for joy as you start another, enticing ploy Immortality bestowed upon Your creations, your babies, your sons. From your pen mightier, a dragon was slain And many a ghoul and devil hiss your name. I read about Flagg, the walking man, Demanding an arrogate in The Stand. From Carrie, Christine to Cujo and Wastelands This is the history from your masterful hands. I might be like Annie Wilkes your No.1 fan, But no, for she claimed and vexed her man. Instead, I'll curl up with Misery in my bed and glance at the past, the books I've read Or I'll read again with hunger, Needful Things another majestic from Stephen King. TeAnne © May.28.1999 |
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