Deep Silent Devotion

Helplessly she watches
As her brave lover is
Slayed before her watery
Eyes...Her womb grows a
Seed of his immortality,
Her mind breeds an everlasting
Distaste for their unforgivable deeds.


In the dark they kill the only
Affection they breathe,
They couldn't stand their
Passionate devotion...
Their eyes gaze at the
Mutilated love they can't stand.


She embraces his soul
As he cries and fades
With her at the core of
His heart, He kisses her
Immaculate soul as he
Melts with the touch of
Sun on his skin.

Death Queen

Her lover's heart remains
Squeezed in her hands of killing,
She be queen keen on pain,
Her tormented mind tarnish
The souls of the living with
A taint of everlasting grief.



Her touch freezes innocence
Her kiss kills he who dares
To love that which he can't feel,
Her heart to give a space to let,
A tear to drop her mind to kill
To die alive is to love her soul.



She sings at the death of he
She radiates the coldness that
Fills hearts with ice and fear,
She closes the sky in as the
Solemn wreath of her might
Paints the day dark.

Mortal Bliss

Her heart of bliss

Remains scarred by

The darkness,

Her mind to kiss

Her soul to keep,

She smiles as we

Embrace grace before

The sun sleeps to close

Another day of bliss.

End me now

Kill the core of me, For I know not what has become of me,
Pierce my heart with a red-hot dagger of truth and wisdom,
The end of me stares closely waiting for my wrong and fatal move,
Will I rise above its mortal spite?

Hope fights fear as my mind battles a body of
Thoughts of the years dead to all,
My wounded life bleeds innocence every time
I see her die in my arms, The core of me rests on
An unmarked headstone in the grave of the forsaken,

Shame and blame glares with a kiss that leaves
Me dead in my mortal realm,I fall first as the ghosts
Of the victimized tear my soul to ashes, The burning
Bridge of misery is no more...as the killing of me starts
At midnight, But I have to rise above this broken rush
Of emotions and become what I was.

The Embrace

Mystic voices from a world unknown to
The living call her name as she stumbles in the snow,
She covers her face to hide from that which seeks
Her presence.

Her mind shivers at the scene of everlasting
Wonder as she faces the unavoidable hive of
Embrace,
She kills her thoughts and
Fears by sinking to where feelings are no more.

Ice breaks as the weight of the world diffuse
Into her with an overwhelming velocity,
Wet with misery though her spirit is she
Tries to cut the light from the dark clouds of
Make believe, She dies as she meets karma.

Dead Rose

A bright light glows from the earth as she lies
Buried beneath life, Her beauty will forever remain
A legend told to many generations to come,
Her immaculate spirit’s warmth heals they
That seek the birth of true beauty.

Buried though she is her heart illuminates a light
Of life through the dark forests of dreaded minds,
The hope to walk on shores of bliss draws in
With every step of her ambiance.

A glance in the water reveals her veiled figurine that
I living among us, She glides in the safe heaven of the
Pure at heart and colors the past with shades of blood,
The ghost of she lurks, wonders and searches for
A resting place behind the sores of our lives to
Embrace beauty.

She plays the flute of the spirits at nightfall when
Everyone is asleep…She saves the night,
In her creation pain is alien to one’s feeling
And heaven touches earthly faces,
Her elixir of sorrow kills the darkness and brings
Fourth a feel of enduring lust to cure the pain
Of the forsaken.

Her words of life cleanse the hurting with an hypnotic rhyme
Of healing, She rises from her coffin to save the children of
The dumbed from falling in love with her fears of the night,
Sing for her and she’ll live for you…
Cry for her and she’ll die for you.

Life and Death

Dawn approaches as the
oak tree over the
hills slowly shades its golden leaves,
Foot prints in the
beach fade as time
chases the memory
of mortal existence.

The water settles as
the stone reaches
beneath the river
and the wind's
wrath vanishes like
smoke in clear air,
Deep breaths are for those who want to
live another day for
a second chance to make a minor heaven,
Beneath the leaves
lies the golden realm where the
good and forgiven
dance to harps of
hope.

Memory flashes pierce through the
Minds of innocence with a sigh of relief,
Through the forest
and down the deep
valley the river runs
dry and ruins its
existence with it.

The withering lilly finally turns brown
as a mystic turn of
fate closes in and
gnaws everything
within its reach,
A feel of sheer
disbelief falls to
those willing to be
truimphant against a
fading light,

A breath is lost
every time the sun
sets in the cold...
The sparkling northern stars adorns
The black moonless sky with a
Glitter of the fallen leaves.

Angel Tarja©

She takes the spear meant for a wreck like me,Her presence make sense as it creates a scene of pleasure in my mind,

Where she'll go I must follow to endure everlasting happiness and harmony that my soul craves for,She takes the sun when she walks away but she always saves the day,

I can feel her come down the alley of my heart's fatal desire to eternally love a goddess,She garnishes all that she touches with a golden sparkle of hope and pure devotion,

Her eyes have inspired the hopeless to fly among angels in the skies of a far world,
My spirit silently cries to be guarded by her golden wings then I'll never feel cold nor fear ever again,

Our void of mystery tears me apart with blunt thoughts as my mind walks in the air whenever I walk alone,My deep silent minor heaven longs for an angel to embrace its misunderstood fields of faith and hope,

She cries in my arms as I embrace her spirit.

The Crucifix

The crown princess every woman envies lies on a crucifix that her heart falls pray to,Her lust for hope dies each day she wakes up with tears of wanting and a blood-drained mind,

Air brushes her hair pretty each time she looses face and strength to take another step,She bawls down to her lingering emotions as she daydreams sleep walking with her lover by her side,

Bruised by the silhouette thorns
that patiently maul her thoughts she pleads for mercy to take everything away,The sanity in her world fades and keeps her thoughts blunt and blurry,

She hags the forest trees to overcome her untold misery she embraces at nightfall, Her face cracks open like a trees's bark in the rift of darkness where cayotes breed death,

Her eyes weep with flames that burn her pillow to ashes...Who is she?Deep inside her silent sleep she swims in the lava of her lover's dreadful tragedy,

Her crown vanishes as she looses faith in a near painless fortress she belongs to, She drops dead from her mental crucifix of desperation and heartache.

Linda Sober

03-Mar 23:15

Through the burning
Wilderness of her
Own mind she
Remains silent as her
Hidden wounds
Open for everyone To see,
Her overwhelming
Courage lets up the
Fray to a solemn
Reality as she looses
Face and sinks
Within herself,
Will she rise above
Her murky fate?

She hides in the attic
Where she cant be
Seen by the vindictive
Merciless voice,
She tours her pain by reminiscing
The birth of her
Only child called Grief...

As she wakes up the
Haunting faces that
Swim against the
Current of her blood mosaic gloomy
Pieces of forgotten memories,
She finally seeks
Escapism among the
Numb where she'll
Forever rest in Peace.

Beyond Sorrow

On her grave she rises
In the night the moon hides,
A thought of her fate
Lingers heavily as she
Fights her emotions,
She can’t love again
She’ll never live again.


Amid the light she cries
Among the rest she plays
Pretend…Inside she dies,
She wakes up each night
To water the dying wreath on
Her grave to garnish her new
Lonesome home.


Her eyes bleed misery
Her heart beats no more,
A concerto of the dead
Plays solemnly as she sings
Her lover’s favorite symphony,
On her grave she walks
At midnight she cuddles her lover
And sings him a lullaby to soothe
The sores she left behind.


Beneath her black tombstone
She breathes the silence of unfairness,
Beneath it all she still loves him.

The Coming

The waiting wears patience with the cry
For an end, As tears of the crying wet
The desert's sand an oasis of the dying
Is born.
Behind the shoulders of truth lies a brutalized
Thornless rose that bleeds life in the river
Of death.

The healing fear defeats the acient songs
Of the dreaded ancestors with gale of fire
In the dark, The denounced innocence remains
Raped by the torturous thoughts of sheer remorse.

A symphony of the dead raids their mortal serenity
With an overwhelming vindictive fury of the
Unforgettable renaissance, Surrounded by sorrow
They loose purpose and sink in the wrath of
Their making.


A falling wish of deep devotion is hidden in the
Chest of unwanted hopes and dreams where death
Remains ruler of the defeated,
The need to shine with a sparkle of envy dies at nightfall.

Little Medeliene (Silent Echoes)

She wonders what happened to home
As she walks in the cold empty streets,
Fear, blame and the feeling of being
Unwanted linger in her young mind as
The beasts come once again.

Alone she cries
In the light she tries
To break free and gain
Back serenity,
Beneath their lies she holds still
And embraces the truth,

Her shriek remains unheard,
Her mother still cries
But she still tries
To fight and fly where
She belongs,
Her wings seek tranquility
Her soul sleeps in the cold,
Can she escape her dark fate?

Dearths chills turns to stone
And blood to ice
As two years die in her abscence.