She waits
Category: Writing and Poetry

The skies are bleeding
The ground is burning
The air is freezing

I see you standing through smoke
White gown bloody and charred
Eyes cold and dead
Wavy hair like liquid gold

Have you forgotten me?

Air of ash
Air of ice

Are a death knell

Skies of flame
Skies of beasts

The end is inevitable

The world is on my back
My life is on your back

I need you to save me
So I can save them

Have you forgotten?

You wait
I walk
You run
I chase

The end is inevitable
The ending is not.

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Unanswered Letters 1
Category: Writing and Poetry

For you

I would melt my sword
I would break my shield

I would travel burning fields
I would travel black eternity

I would give up vengeance
I would give up honor

I would forget my friends
I would forsake salvation

For you.

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Purple Tragedy
Category: Writing and Poetry

She is of the sword
She is of the spell

She is black leather
She is purple silk

She is curiosity
She is sexuality

She is white ice
She is black waves

She belonged to the girl
She fell for the man

She is the hurricane
She is the eye

She is worshiped
She is sacrifice

She is coming

10:19 PM - 3 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment

Misty Mourning
Category: Writing and Poetry

She is barely born
She is doomed dead

She kissed the girl
She kissed the man

She is suicide
She is genocide

She shattered the man
She burned the girl

She is misty morning
She is burning skies

She is fresh grass
She is charred bones

She is tragedy
She is content

She is coming

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Black Gold
Category: Writing and Poetry

and the earth shook
and the skies fell

and the phoenix danced
while the vixens pranced

and the earth crumbled
and eternity faded

a warrior's gold
all that remains

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Love Letters (My V-Day effort. Gentlemen, look away...)
Category: Writing and Poetry

You damaged my mind with your voice
You pierced my heart with your eyes
You carried my soul in the crook of your elbow

You injected me with foolish energies
You gave me purpose scolding my "errors"
You unveiled heaven under blue skies

You invaded my day dreams
You cost me my athletic dreams
You still haunt my dreams

I could care less about your bountiful breasts or hell hot hips
I found bliss like lightning when your arm looped through mine
I could find true happiness in your haughty insults

I wonder where you are on this black icy night
I wonder if you are still oblivious to the world's ills
I wonder if you forgave me for making them up

I want to be a hero for you
I want you to find me again
I want to give all of it up for you

I wonder if you still have the crumpled letter I carried in my pocket for weeks
I wonder if you realize you have made me blind to other women
I wonder if we will ever create the Hurricane of Wit again

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What will BE (Formerly What is NOT)
Category: Writing and Poetry

(circa 2002. Slightly tweaked 2008)


I rise from SuNKEN bedding,

The sun darting through my window,
The sea conversing with itself outside.

A cool breeze blows in as I rise to             
stretch.


NO pain


I breathe deep, I smile,
Gazing upon her shimmering vanilla locks
draped over a satin pillow;
      I twirl a soft golden strand on my finger,
              Its sweet aroma sending tingles of adrenaline down my,
                       Flexible spine.
I

jump
                              out of bed,
Relissshing natures warm embrace,
It's limitless.
                 
??????,
             pads barefoot softly to my side,
Grasping MY arm as she always has,
                     Leaning her head upon my shoulder with contented Sigh.

Breakfast is served,
We eat our fill, We are
                                     Trim and Fit

                                       I later meander with mighty Ms. ?????? into town,
Her smile obliterating EGOS as we wander.
The people abound,
 tossing smiles our way with careless abandon,
Requesting my signature for their books,

My published fiction series of 15 VOLUMES,
It's an astounding and revered success!

I sign my life work for them,
My completed quest.
Then back home we travel,
Where family abides,
Mother, Grandparents, Etc,
safe and sound,
Content.

                                                   Then Ms. ?????? and I lie upon the beach,
                             Hand in hand,
Gazing up at the clear skies.
                      The soft breeze comes to
                                                            massage us,
Caress us.
                                              Me and ?????? are in constant contact,
an eternal hug.  WE REEK OF BLISSSSS
We are

                                       
            Un-
                                         -chained                                                 



  Lying upon the THUNDER of existence,
                                                                                     
                                                                              
                            I alongside the mighty Ms. ??????,
With eternity to caress us.

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I am humanity
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is circa 1999, my first published piece at 18. I found it while trying to eliminate the clutter in my apartment. I'm always trying to eliminate the clutter...


I am humanity

I am a dreamer
I am a believer
I am a searcher
I am a lover
I am a fighter
I am a giver
I am a taker
I am a thinker
I am a war bringer

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Of Lilies and ocean blues.
Category: Writing and Poetry

Armies of fear and fire
encircling, bloodied armor
creeping, thousands dieing
screaming, their world
burning and changing.

Warrior boy and fighter girl
back to back atop the smoking hill
weary and wondering
bloody swords, sweat painted arms
leaden with defeat.

Armies filled of false hope encircling
creeping and screaming toward them
closer and closer up the charred hill
closer and closer, crying vengeance.
Warrior boy and fighter drop swords and turn

staring into each others eyes
for the first time, the last time
sweat salted lips locking, burning world
spinning around them, screams fading
the world spinning, moaning and melting…

…fields of green, skies deep ocean blues
aromas of lilies, endless sun, relaxed warm breezes,
silence. Warrior boy and girl stand weaponless
weariless, without worry, now and forever
in wonder or what lay behind their eyes.

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A Calling
Category: Writing and Poetry

A Calling

By Jason Gray


I see you standing there
by the balcony

watching the waves crash
or, eyeing tall trees


I see you standing somewhere
after you've read words

to those who traveled
wandered to this dimension
to those who wondered,
created this unique situation.


I hope we can share
words, one moonlit night
with the Texas gent
or Wisconsin Goth.

England, France, Africa,
Toronto, Cuba, Brazil

I hope your universe is mobile


May you cross the sea one day
bring a few friends
let us share words under cityscapes
let us share words in barren landscapes



There are no borders

unless one insists they

are

there


Let us meet one day soon
share words with poets
writers, singers and jokers


such moments, make our minds clear
I think.

The time is drawing near,
just get up and go,
do not fear.

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