In the End

  life's often a funny thing ups and downs and ins and outs,
Silly faces laughter too, his and hers and hide and seek, oh how we must of thought we'd live forever,
You must of been there even then just the same,
Sunny summer days fanning in the shade, Narry thinking one day we shall pass just trying to catch a cool breeze by memories often forgotten,
Sinners and singers song writers and poets, mothers father's sons and daughters,
  Some telling stories of days past beyond our own plays intertwined pieces of a knot,
  You were there to hold a hand just the same,
         Huddled around an old wood fire chardonnay and macrame,
She would stay and listen without a word to judge thee,
   Sandcastle horseshoes lying in the grass watching clouds drift on,
Oh how things just slipped away from us,
  Another time another place yet they will go away the lost ,
Presidents, Doctors, Lawyers, even simple layman,
   Bitter mind and cold hearted fury firm in sunsets anyhow,
Would you sit and hold my hand just the same,
  Givers and takers, lost and found,
I watched her in her walk steadfast so sure all the grass had died anyhow would it matter if we made one more pass please,
  Once the time had come lying here waiting you must of heard them just the same,
   Tis you they wanted maybe even needed could you hold their heart but one last time saying good bye I'll see you in the end my friend,
 
Dark Poet ©
November 14, 2013

Like Counting Stars :

Amongst the moonlight connecting stars like some old distant childhood memory,
   Running down the stairs I'd count them individually,
  As fast as I could before the fading light trice the number twenty seven succumbs to thee,
    Was that thirteen or fourteen landing on the floor just before,
    Someone had left love lying on the stoop exponentially,
    My hand held the railing, with I it followed insomniacs likened to lusting sleep,
  Counting stars like connect the dots before the fading light,
  Whence poetic chants sounding most like the confusion of a creep,
  The Ones lazily leaving bastards in the parking lots step around father please forgive me,
  Carving wooden keys while trapped inside their own trepidations,
    I stood away,
LIghting candles in the fading light I saw,
     Trailing fences on the moon setting fire in a spoon,
  Twice thinking I'd grabbed the wrong book while running out the door,
   
Dark Poet ©
October 29, 2013
The Hidden Meaning.

I wasn't there :

I wasn't there thee garden blooms searching for a jitterbug,
Nor sunshine thus shade be free,
Watching rose petals fall to the floor inside mirrors I wasn't there,
I looked for you in many glistening glass rhinestone sparkles,
   There must be many others standing in the picture frames,
  Watching moons playing their games trying to catch falling stars
  I wasn't there turning World's into dew drop Inns,
  Only solid mounds of candle wax lay upon the floor
  No vacancy hung outside the door,  
Stay for a while I heard her say no one stood or could I see,
there's a bus leaving just stand there,
    Chasing moon rays thru the night, sprinkling star dust along the way,
I wasn't there when time shared a memory,
     thoroughly tattered and spent
  Thoughts of tiny memories filed thru the streaks of light,
   Left we sailed the oceans blue deep mystery dark of wonder,
   I wasn't there when the last one stepped off the bus,

Dark Poet
October 4 2013
The Hidden Meaning

So Many

The anger that consumes pestilence,
Ensnared in the shadows of darkness,
Embrace desperation of thoughtless insistence,
Grips the hearts of the weak,
For greed is shaped within the mind,
Searching always for an empty flask,
Anger controlling the thoughts desires,
Accroach the deceivable path the answer,
That confusion and weakened ones,
Search for the laden handout,
Hides the truths of life's lessons,
Never giving of themselves,
A lesson not learned or earned of a reward,
Fought with doubts of treachery ones seething,
Ties to a deceiving brethren's words,
Leading on likened to fools.

Dark Poet ©
2/13/2011

The Messenger

Death stood before my eyes,
The lamb laid bleeding at his feet,
A stench held the air around me burned of sulfur and of pine,
I reached out for a book held within his hands,
Its pages dripped a crimson color,
The names held of the chosen ones,
 Seemed to breath a life of their own,
The pathway walked he and I,
The ground like shards of glass,
 Laughing my feet bled upon the ground,
His words were of an ancient language,
Spoken strong and rhythmic,
Warnings of things yet to pass,
Where was this place I saw,
The willow knew of my mind,
The birch turned away,
Holds the sparrow sings the song,
Many voices I could hear the beggars and thieves,
Beckoning a way out,
Lost souls stranded in the darkness nowhere to run,
 For the ones who escape this,
Hunters afoot sets the traps,
Nor ones will abide this is the last time,
Hide thy eyes away from him,
Lest they take your soul away from you,
An empty shell is all that remains,


G Davidson ©
June 13 2011

This Time

So little had us passed,
In moments of solitude alone I see,
The sunsets colors fall upon your soft voice,
Wiping a tear from my eye,

Hand in hand , -We walked in the Gardens,
A gentle quite spoke not of Words,
Her stillness the lore,
Mysteries shadowed away I could feel,
For what I had given away had come back to my heart,

The edges of the forests nor held my sigh,
Jasmine the Evergreens and Crimson Rose,
I pondered these feelings returned,
So long they escaped my mind

I tried to turn away lest thy save your pain,
Holding out her hand I had felt her Soul so divine,
Of Her Dreams I did have,

 We made love that day,
Your minds embrace I felt so warm, so complete,
Answers how they made me smile,
Branded by her heart I knew not to pull away this time,

 Tied to a string, if only to find my way back to her
 We walked in the starlight,
Conversations deepened with each passing moment,

Upon the desert sands Our souls entwined,
 In the moonlight we danced, as a candle flickered,
Moving to the rhythm,

Dark Poet
May 30 2011©

Chasing the Dragon

This one stood all alone,
Burning embers fallen ones,
Lain upon -
   Beaten, stabbed, locked up in his mind,
  Fears nor subside in his dreams,
The demons came in his sleep oh if just a chance,
 Stealing every part of him,
  Running futile efforts only the dragons flight takes him away,
     Thus lain in peace only a moment,
Only to awaken in his hell again,
 That voices screaming death comes your way,
   Over and Over I'd pull from that poison,
   Seeping slowly thru my soul like black tar,
 No rest nor escape would come to thee,
   So close to death each time,
  Many a searchers an empty house,
   Come undone more often than I should have,
   Ride the dragon back in time,
     Only a moments peace would I find,
  Broken, bruised and left but a half life,
    Fell down tis only but a distant memory,
  That I was pulled from deaths grasp one last  Dark Poet ©
September 12 2011
The Hidden Meaning.

Longing Love not Meant to be

Tis not the way I meant love to be?
Longing loneliness so often lain,
Trapped with questions, chasing meaningless answers here and there,
 Tis time lost a wasted moment,
 So afraid of trading keys doubtless times of lost loves,
  Of evenings turning nights left alone ,
 Stay to long change no more,
 Days alone you and I,
Broken hearts ties the hands held their anger deep inside of thee,
Whence you'd turn to leave, Would I ask you stay?
Would my tears turn you back?
Never save the heartaches you've lost, in a jar or up on a shelf,
  For a many a memory can't be stolen it only drifts away,
   Chase not the broken dreams,
 Only matters the one you hold right now the one wrapped around your heart,
  Doubtless memories tossed aside,
Whence you turn to leave anyhow,
Evening lights or dark of night,
Down on one knee could I ask thee stay,
Would your curiosity bring you back to me?
If it meant being together just a moment longer,

Dark Poet  ©
The Hidden Meaning

Answer Me This

    Where do'est thou keep thy dreams?
   Up in the sky or behind that star o'er yonder,
      On this dusty ground nor buildings stood I'd wander,
    Thus I found memories old and faded,
   Known love to be so jaded,
    Where do'est thou keep thy faith?
   In the darkness the miners pot ?
   In your pocket - would it hold a lot?
   Whilst you answer the ones lied about?
      Or run from those laughing at you,
   A love lost once wrapped inside a clue,
   Where is it that your strength lies ?
    From within the flickering flame?
    Or from whence your mother you came,
  Would the ones yet listen here?
   The small child knows not fear,
Chasing the hands of time,
 Would you stand strong against the tide ?
    Or tie your mind with wire an twine,
       Thus shadow the weakened mind, trying to run trying to hide ?
   Would you answer me still not knowing?

    G Davidson ©
The Hidden Meaning
October 15 2011

Shouldn't Be

 Tis not the place I dream in,
 A world so confused often misused, abused,
  Alone the tears run cold,
    Tether the rope a dead mans stare, wonders where,
   Falls to the ground, no one cares,
  Shattered thoughts turn to dreams, night mares, mixed up shaken minds,
   Shot full of lead and left for dead,
Why should she be the only one left to bleed?
   Would you ever let her inside your head?
   Laughing at the worlds misery,
Lightening strikes a mystery ever seen,
  Staring at the sun, pass the time blindly fishing tattered rags of kerosene,
Needles and pins, needles and pins the old dusty wind chime,
 Blowing in the wind shouldn't be a sin,

Dark Poet  ©
The Hidden Meaning

Time Walks By :

ime walked by us,
 Along the way carrying minutes in its hand,
  Tattered plays written on rice paper,
 Or wax paper sitting in ovens lost long forgotten,
 The ladies in hats strolled along shop fronts,
 Store windows like ghosts of old men sitting on benches watching,
Sands of time roll on down the boulevard,
 Time walked by us,
 If only for a second played like a game of pick up sticks,
 Candles flickered on park benches,
 Watchers of children shadow dancing in the dark,
 Scattered crayons lain amongst crumpled papers,
 I watched time walk by carrying minutes in its hand,
 Held the broken hearts timeless tears,
 Flowed like rivers through valleys and crevices,
  Old cast iron pumps dried up wells stood against the winds,
 Time walked by us,
 Long ago couples left till death does part
 The ones huddled together at bus stops,
 Held his sisters hand standing there in line,
 lone stray dogs lapping at the waters,
 Thus voices of children's laughter,
  Old rusty playgrounds chipped paint,
 Long forgotten memories
lost in sandbox castles,
 Photo albums of faded old pictures
Magazines left in waiting rooms,
  Time walked by us,
 Along the way carrying minutes in its hand,
 The old widow sitting alone,
 Eating lunch next to her husbands tombstone,
 A silent conversation of days held time in their hands.

G Davidson ©
The Hidden Meaning
June 4 2012

I Try :

I tried to imagine words and rhymes, that sense of artistic linguistics, .
. Does that even make sense? .
Tracing papers and a picket fence lying on the floor,
Ransacked memories tis all you have,
  Pagination at times and those broken chains, are you going to keep hating stories about lies and twisted metal mysteries,
Trouble twice with the confusion fleeting words and phrases in a suicide note that someone left in a crowd,
. So now even more than one of the dead,
Long forgotten memories in our minds say so what.
Try again it seemed to say, Only she looked around asking, "who keeps screaming in my ear?"

Dark Poet
October 22, 2014

One Last Time

     Tightly twisted twine of ore,
  Battered abused lying on the floor,
Tossed aside memories nightmares broken dreams and misery,
Stands a darkened shadow just outside the door,
  Whence nothing more tis but only mad men throwing bits of themselves into the sea,
  Dirty old men trying to sell parchment planks within the dime store walls, whilst whispering demons mocking seven angels singing lemonade for a nickel, lemonade for a nickel, Laughing none for thee nor sanity,
  Doest though remember the merry fire? fortune and fame for dying twas all just the same,
   Only silky sheer fading pictures lying on the bedroom floor,
Come all ye bastards, bitches and dirty needle heroin junkies,
   watching ants marching four by four across the bathroom floor entertainment for all! entertainment for all!
  She played that song on and on in her mind, one last time,

  Dark Poet
June 14, 2014

Only Darkness Knows Empty Glasses.

Running here and there and all around
Seven days and tree tops standing there waving to the crowds,
The cold breeze pressed against her skin, Her eyes looking into the wind, teardrops, dead flowers and lies only lies,
 Only darkness knows empty glasses and loneliness
 All that walking around trying to fit in or living up to someone else's ideal image
  Glitter and sparkles only seemed an inconvenience you see,
Only darkness knows shattered dreams and all alone,
  In the doorway her soul a glimmer lost jumping out windows trying to find herself,
 A knife in the back so many times falling upon made up wishes making nightmares come true,
Only darkness knows empty glasses and loneliness
If only she had seen the show before walking thru that door,
Had she waited in the back drop would there of been dreams and mixed up reality,
Only darkness knows empty glasses and loneliness

Dark Poet
September 19 2015

A Crumbled Mess :

Spellbound hopeless lovers lies, made up romance like ripping pages from a book,
more often just a crumbled mess upon the floor,
  paper mache stories missing words so hard to tell,
Twisted up like macrame sentences of brain washed Ministers telling lies of made up eternity, hookers and whores the story goes,
Scattered about like missing luggage on a roundabout turnstile,
   Searchers lust ye wander lost for time, less thee words of a empty book,
Plaster one upon another tis that they lie laughter behind sad words,
   More often they steal thee crumbled mess upon the floor,
Ransacked memories tis all you gather,
 Nor pictures known not sorrow that one seems lost for words,
Another moment no hands to hold ne'er a face to look upon only strips of lies tidy curtains thus hide behind,
   Forgery simplistic the common, cast a shred of hearecy,
 Forget your lies your stories too, the father son and holy ghost,
   Ripped to pieces whence you came from perverts just as well,
  More often just a crumbled mess upon the floor,
  Your sad lies thus trivial tries saving words not knowing,
    Tell one more, mearly forgotten whence you foolish one,
   Just the same thinking, living on lies thus torn from pages of made up stories,
 
 Dark Poet©
  April 20 2013.

Making Stories:

      Upon this stage the looking glass, city lights and mesmerized dreamers walking in circles in a corner,
  Many a journey yet to come, tiny tongue twisters confused even men of gods,
 Some just lay in wait telling stories of idle pompous jerks never remembered the lines they spoke the day before,
 Why is there so much disillusion left undone? Gather your pictures of the side show mirrors, leather sandals, tiny notes written on napkins and walls of old smelly urine stained restrooms ,
   There's a story in those passages, old yellow newspapers of dreams and lies,
  Boxcar chatter and failing minds,
Drunken wino's sitting in corners, old cafe menu's turning water into wine,
    Often times just laying in a field, whittling away at our mind,
 The childhood memories and our often silly circle yes or no,
    Thus the same old pack gathered around the tether ball pole, making wishes and blood brothers,
  The abandoned crop duster wilting in the field, ooh why tattered wings thy soul a page in history,
Come with me grandfather, lift your spirits a dance we shall, scratching notes as he rambled on,
   Telling times of that old studebaker, ooh a beauty she was, ran like the wind and I was a man A MAN he'd say, WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE? WHY DAMMIT? He cried
  Yet he danced like she was listening anyhow,
tearing pages from her Bible thinking surely there must of been a mistake,
   You'd only to look around the corner they were bound to be there making stories.

Dark Poet.
May 22 2013

Often for Eternity :

I often shut mine eyes
just to write lyrics on a road or a song of spoken word tracing flight of fancy,
   There's no shame in wandering wondrously past lies,
  Tainted strippers waiting by the door,
Reaching out for a passing stranger hopelessly,
I think I'll just sit here playing solitaire,
  Night time dripping through holes in the floor,
  Someone light a candle in the corner lovers held in their struggle for solitude kissing eternity,
Star gazing asteroids searching for a tune,
Just to sing you a lullaby a smile to fall upon those lips thus saddened by fate,
  Softly singing blue birds melody taking journeys thru strands of hair and chain link fences
Someone changed the song on the radio,
   Once past the corner crevices parts of a bat hung there
   We must of walked ten thousand miles searching for the words playing on the radio if it only made more sense,
   The old man sitting in the corner with solitude more than he could have wanted,
   Softly singing Marvin Gaye ,
Trying to pencil words a love note long lost going nowhere,

Dark Poet ©
The Hidden Meaning.
October 8 2013

While Angels stood and waited :

  Laughter smiling faces turned to stone
   Whilst they ever hear her screams again thus broken, how could we know,
The passing stars many things forgotten old and new
Heart shaped locket hold this key for me you see,
   We stood and watched the child passing,
While Angels stood and waited,
   The seesaw playground laughter too even echos of simple Simon lovers holding hands skipping stones while angels stood and waited
Who would of ever thought we would find that chair in such a place,
  Falling tears softly carry on while Angels stood and waited,
Twinkle twinkle little star I wish I may I wish I might keep the wish of,
Holding hands and try not thy lose the memories,
  Old ones young ones and babies all of us wonder too,
  Our purpose flight of fancy the bluebird song an angel wing, some may stay and some may go,
While Angels stood and waited
Yonder wait thee dreams of mothers father's and children too,
   Screams and nightmares broken tears on the ground,
Understanding could never build a fence, wall or falling star,
While Angels stood and waited,
  A walk in the park in the falling rain even made sense waiting on you,
  As the circle goes on unbroken, I'd wipe those tears away,
    She pondered a many what if's hands time back for another chance on bended knee teardrops softly fell upon the ground,
       Her Angel stood waiting,

Dark Poet
AUGUST, 29 2013

One Last Time :

     Tightly twisted twine of ore,
  Battered abused lying on the floor,
Tossed aside memories nightmares broken dreams and misery,
Stands a darkened shadow just outside the door,
  Whence nothing more tis but only mad men throwing bits of themselves into the sea,
  Dirty old men trying to sell parchment planks within the dime store walls, whilst whispering demons mocking seven angels singing lemonade for a nickel, lemonade for a nickel, Laughing none for thee nor sanity,
  Doest though remember the merry fire? fortune and fame for dying twas all just the same,
   Only silky sheer fading pictures lying on the bedroom floor,
Come all ye bastards, bitches and dirty needle heroin junkies,
   watching ants marching four by four across the bathroom floor entertainment for all! entertainment for all!
  She played that song on and on in her mind, one last time,

  Dark Poet
June 14, 2014

Poem of idle Minds :

Poem of idle Minds :

Your thinking eludes rational thought, soul sellers pass you by your mind weak and useless only fodder for rats and cockroaches
Only seeing sexual perversions and nothing more, curse your mind repeat the necromancer's chant
   Morto ragazza ragazza morta che si vede è il mio regalo per voi solo un cuore annerito una miseria di mente in modo tutto ciò che vedete nel vostro stato di debolezza di mente è tuo per l'eternità
  you've done so well with what was given you, you fool,
  thinking only you were the superior one calls you back again and again never getting it right from the start,
  Say it from the start only you cursed your mind,
Only seeing sexual perversions and nothing more, curse your mind repeat the necromancer's chant
Morto ragazza ragazza morta che si vede è il mio regalo per voi solo un cuore annerito una miseria di mente in modo tutto ciò che vedete nel vostro stato di debolezza di mente è tuo per l'eternità
   Stay your way thus you shall see only fools standing ner'r to thee,
  Laughing stealing all that you think you and saved in need,
  Only your mind so blind you couldn't see even ones who tried to show you the path,
Only seeing sexual perversions and nothing more, curse your mind repeat the necromancer's chant
Dead girl dead girl that you see is my gift to you only a blackened heart a pittance of mind so everything you see in your weakened state of mind is yours for eternity,

Dark Poet ©
  The Hidden Meaning

Nightmares :

Side steppin I love you and can we be
twisted bleeding free fall flipping friends trying to dodge the empty spaces between the bullets whizzing past her screaming in agony you son of a bitch you missed again,
   Death was so near to me raise your glasses give a toast of pathetic sneers and fears can't you see I was only blind trying pill boxes one after another ,
  Suicide tendencies couldn't even murder my thoughts the worthless hoax damn you anyhow,
      Side steppin lies, deceit the same two fisted pleading bastards lying bleeding out on the floor,
Someone had left loves lies and seven bullets in his hands,
What the hell is wrong with you not even dying you did so well,
    Death would have been twisted, Funny, this is how much you really mean to me you see,
    Side steppin I love you and a wink wink you forgot your gun I was only joking about your failing tenacity ha ha,
    Save the speeches discontented heart breaks my bleeding sediment,
Leaves me breathless the same way lying in bed with you,
  Could only entice slicing my own throat, the satisfaction confusion on your face the thoughts racing through your eyes,
   I had no idea there was anything wrong,
Side steppin lies and twisted hatred for the both of them,
  Only running in circles out of time out of ammo, you tied the ropes to high your patronizing looks like he couldn't even get that part right,
pathetic hate spreading blankets on a fire saying stay with me stay with me I'll be dying soon all the while screaming from inside LIES LIES. Laughing in the end.

Dark Poet
November 08 2014

Disregarded:

Destiny filled the footsteps passing thru forests of doorways,
  Dragging fallen angels wrapped in fake silk sheets such disregarded plunder lost and found nightmares and dreams lost inside themselves,
   The Sun shown of blood and disregarded asper rains ran streams of poisoned minds unto the windows there within
Transmigration of tiny tin soldiers cleaning out deaths gutters disregarded vast fortunes lying there looking thru glasses twice the size to see,
   Disregarded the amusement of the little ones flip flops buried in sandcastles,
   Tragedy her only hope steps beyond the miniscule dreams of killing sprees,
Even ones left out for the taking yet even demons disregarded ,
  Nor pain found he even looking for death seemed a waste,
  They bowed their heads in silly old prayers,
Father please forgive me ha ha ha fools
Turn thy backs on reasoning peace of mind,
  Misery pain and tragedy disregarded blood ran from her finger tips trying to find a way out of herself,
  If only I'd of made that turn before being disregarded..

Dark Poet
October 4 2013
  The Hidden Meaning.

The Weight:

She struggled with things like never having enough hair to pull out or a knife that was always to damn dull,  a weakness as even the weight of want pulling at her surely there had to be more,
  Thoughts and fuzzy opinions like shards of glass only slipping from her fingers bleeding seemed so much easier,
The weight held onto her to say it's only just an illustration on paper a map of
mere words and roads never seeming to go the places we'd seen in pictures or even in our minds,
  As we walked I could not share no answers, Nor questions did I ask,
Frantically searching for a key to unlock the mysteries of paper airplanes and where in the world was the wind going anyhow,
The weight of never knowing her destination or if it even mattered,
I'd often find myself trying to pick up sticks dropping them into the same old cup judging the outcome of the plunking in the end,
As she held on the weight pulling her away again and again,

Dark Poet
August 17,  2015

I Just Wanted :

I'd lie to stay here for you,  trickery and and false bravado,
 Even lock myself away to stay another day ,
Only these lying eyes of mine could hide away what I really want to say,
You see I'm only here for a while as if you could believe that was made up too,
I'd of lost the key to this damn heart of mine had I known you'd be here in the end of everything,
Even my acting brave enough to hide my lies of pain falling from mine eyes,
Only you would of seen right thru my lies,
Yet I threw caution to the wind and let myself feel,
To laugh at myself trying to find a lie to cover up my pain,
For you see my time has come and to be honest with you I just wanted to live forever.

Dark Poet
August 17, 2015

Only Why :

Of life and loves, look around lost and found
Invasion, imagination, careless ways of being without you, what nary a sound, at times remembering only silence,
. Once in a while even more and then,
Oh how I wish you'd still come around,
Meaningful days of being with you,
I miss them, you and I and the masquerade, pictures in a frame sitting on a table in the hall,
. Your day to day smile of life and loves, lost and found searching for that one,
Yesterdays past if I'd of known being without you tis not a sound I'd find inside at times ,
Thus fill mine eyes with tears running down these cheeks,
I would've held you even more like a winters warmth, a blanket, a warm glow,
This one sitting alone in the shadows of the day only knowing why, he cried,

Dark Poet
October 31, 2014