WORLDS OF MY MIND

The quest for perfection,
in the words I do write.
Stories from my recollection
that I'd love to recite.

Poetry in motion,
worlds you can see.
Filled with emotion
for I'm the emcee.

I open a window,
with words that I use.
Just let the wind blow
and show you my views.

When everything dies down
and the poem is complete.
I hope everyone likes it
and doesn't hit delete.

I’ll sing at Ole Opry I’ll publish some records
And maybe I’ll soon be a star
I’ll buy me Porsche I’ll build me a mansion
With jacuzzi, a pool and a bar
I’ll throw garden parties With Dolly and Kenny
And many of my Nashville friends
But should my plans flop My world will not stop
My future is still in God’s hands.

A sprinkle of wet,
a drenched garment
to stand all alone
in a clear wet glow.

To sit there in the dreary rain
and to feel the cold frozen pain,
as the heart skipped a beat,
the life begins to admit defeat.

To let suffer with so much pain
and sit in a puddle of distain.
Watch the life of glowing and gleam
wash away with the stream of the crystal glow of rain.

I am a fallen angel,
Cast out of heaven,
Wings bursting with flame,
As I fall through the sky.

I am wounded,
On the outside and within,
Too many painful memories,
Such burdens that I bare.

I am lost,
Every path I cross is wrong,
And always has been,
I've never known where to go.

He comes into my room at night after the hour of midnight
why I do not know.
he follows me every night after sun set,
although I do not see him,
or hear him yet I know he's there.
I feel a cold shill across my spine.
Why does he follow me?
Is he lonely?
Or does he like stalking people?
He is a vampire this I do know, yet I am not afraid.
He can kill me at will yet he does not.
I've seen him once he looked at me with his vampire eyes,
his face as peal as death,
his skin as cold as ice,
his eyes as red as blood,
yet there was something in his eyes I do not know what it was.
His teeth and nails as pointy as knifes which can pierce a pig with great ease.
Every night when I walk outside alone or with a friend,
I feel his eyes in my back when I look around I do not see him.
Yet I know the vampire is still there although I do not see or hear him.
I think he will still follow me and come into my room at night after the hour of death,
or he'll follow me after sunset. |IMAGINATION OF VAMPIRE GUY|

Those who seek truth and few they may be, Must journey to a cottage upon a rise with a single ray of light cast upon it. Once there Mesilla would look into their hearts with her single eye, She would feel their emotions; the passion; the fury; the love, And those who question her would feel no more, But those who look and acknowledge would see the truth in themselves and then they shall feel no more. For none can withstand the force of truth for it stands alone in might. Truth as it may be shall be known, Truth as it once was shall never be forgotten.~~~~~~~~~~~~ps copy pasted poems ^^