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.

The Humans are Enemies of Man (T.H.E.M)

Like shadows they walk,
So shallow they talk
Thinking they are not us,
Befriended by darkness they leave
Sinking shadows with every step they take.

Without faces their souls linger
In the wrath of the world pleading
For belonging,
A skin of shame they wear...yet they are us.