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  • Only SMAC-Related 'cause this is the only Forum I post in....LOL

    Was talking with Google last night, and after that discussion, I decided to post the following....Granted, it's NOT SMAC-related....Hell, it's not even science fiction, but I think that it is in the spirit of the stories posted here, and, since work is keeping me from adding to the City of Hope story any more at present, my only means of contributing to this forum is through stuff I've already written....

    Having said that, I assure you that as soon as Y2K junk is behind me, I'll be posting more....

    -=Vel=-
    The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

  • #2
    Candle Light & Shadow Magic
    An Introduction, of Sorts


    I write what I feel, nothing more and nothing less. I know that, while Poetry is certainly not a dead art, it is slowly dying, and perhaps there won't be many people who pick up this humble collection and leaf through its pages. But if my work reaches out to even one person....if one single soul is touched by anything written here....if somewhere in
    between these covers you read something which causes your breath to come up short and your eyes to mist over....then I have done my job well, and the effort will have been worth it.

    These poems are something of an AutoBiography for me, and I believe that most people tend to lead similar lives. After all, most of us are on fundamentally the same journey, some of us just choose a slightly different route -- But we all get to the same place eventually. So perhaps somewhere in this work, you will find a slice of your own life. Something
    you finish reading, look up from the page and think to yourself, "That could have been me he was writing about...."

    These poems are for you. Had I wanted them only for myself, I would have been content with my spiral notebook with scribbles all over the front and poems crammed inside, sometimes eight to a page. But poetry was meant to be read and enjoyed, so I printed these out in a slightly better format than I originally wrote them in.

    Read and enjoy....

    And dream....


    ~Your Humble Poet and Scribe ~

    Felestro@aol.com

    The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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    • #3
      There is no end or beginning to anything
      And nothing is ever set in stone.
      The world is filled with people, possibilities,
      And most importantly, with Magic.

      Lie back and close your eyes. Reach out
      To me with your soul and you will
      See what I mean. In a world such as this,
      Everything exists, and anything is possible....

      So take my hand and walk with me a while,
      Inside the chambers of my heart, and
      Through the vast expanses of my soul....

      ***

      Dreaming.
      Listening to an oldies station on the radio,
      The sounds of the rain beating down outside
      Playing a perfect accompaniment to the music within.
      I close my eyes and picture a better, happier, different life,
      One with all my dreams fulfilled, all my fantasies come true.
      ~ Heart and soul rising with the flawless, timeless music,
      ~ Magic and passion burning in my veins,
      ~ Romance in my blood
      ~I sigh a quiet, thoughtful sigh,
      ~ And dream....

      ***

      A midnight kiss on a moonlit summer's night,
      A carnival of emotions, and a shiver of bliss
      As I feel your arms about me.
      Not imagined this time, but real. Warm. Sensual.
      I cannot make myself stop shivering, and I cannot quite tell
      If it is in fear or delight
      ~ Or perhaps a bit of both.

      An eternal moment, a lingering, sultry stare.
      The taste of sweet wine on your lips,
      Scent of your perfume floating through the air.
      If this is a dream then either kill me now or
      Never wake me up....But it just can't be a dream.
      You feel so real next to me. I can feel your breath on my
      ~ Neck, feel your heart beating in time with mine.

      I hold you close and we dance to the silent music of the
      Stars, the majestic sounds of the Universe in
      Motion, and you and I moving together in shadow, in
      Perfect rhythm with it. Real or imagined, perhaps it
      Does not matter, for if nothing else, at least in my
      Mind's eye I have seen the possibilities. At least in my
      Dreams, I have felt the magic....

      ***

      Down a path I walk.
      I would say something,
      But I don't want to talk.
      So leave me the Hell alone!

      ***

      A broken heart
      Is a terrible thing.
      But not nearly as bad
      As a heart on a string.

      ***

      Soul of a Poet
      Arms of Steel.
      Eyes of a wondering Child,
      And a heart of Stone
      With molten fire Beneath.
      Alone in the Universe.
      Alone and wondering Why
      No one seems to want To
      Understand me....or Even
      To Try.
      I Sigh,
      ~ Alone....

      ***

      Raindrops fall outside my window
      And inside my soul.
      Drowning my broken heart
      In a sea of sorrow.
      Conflicting emotions rage
      Through the emptiness in me,
      And I shed bitter tears as I consider
      How utterly wrong my life has been.
      So much pain and loneliness
      That I feel I can't go on.
      ~ Then I think of you.

      I find myself again, in the
      Depth of your loving eyes.
      A thousand reasons to live
      In your every touch.
      In my sleep, I am at peace,
      And when I roam awake, just
      The sight of you warms my fragile heart.
      In a thousand little ways, you do so much
      To make me feel alive. How can I not
      ~ Think of you?....

      ***

      Do you know the power of your smile,
      Or the effect it has on me?
      That with one glance in my direction
      You can make my heart skip a beat?
      Do you know that when I hug you in the early afternoon
      I can still feel you, still smell your perfume
      Long after midnight?

      Or that when I sleep
      You come to me in my dreams?
      Do you know that when I see the sun rise or set
      I only see your eyes?
      And at night when I walk
      In the company of the moon and stars
      I only see your smile?
      Do you know what you are to me?

      Do you know that when I sit in the park writing,
      Watching lovers go by hand in hand
      My heart breaks into a few more pieces
      And my thoughts, as always, find you....

      ***
      The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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      • #4
        I dream of being stranded somewhere
        In the Ocean of your beautiful eyes
        And never finding my way home.

        I dream of holding you in my arms forever,
        Of feeling love and passion pass between us
        Like a combination of fire and electricity.

        I dream of loving you on sultry summer nights,
        Of exciting all your senses as only I can do
        And feeling you surrender yourself to me.

        Even thought I cannot be with you for now,
        Know in hour heart, and to the depths of your soul
        That you are always in my dreams.

        ~ One day my love,
        ~ We will be together....

        ***

        The Universe unfolds in her deep, mysterious eyes
        And all its secrets become crystal clear.
        Normally so self-assured, I find a peculiar
        Nervousness in my voice, and uncertainty.

        My friends all laugh at me, and call me foolish,
        But I find myself not caring about their opinions,
        Caught up and captivated by something as simple
        As her smile; the way her face lights up.

        I pray each night to be released from this,
        A love which terrifies me to my soul. But instead,
        I find my feelings growing stronger, deeper
        With each passing day.
        I love her....

        ***

        Emptiness.
        My soul.
        A void.
        Shattered.
        My heart.
        Broken beyond all repair.
        ~ No one to care.

        ***

        Agonies.
        A raging silence deep down in my soul.
        A heartless dream.
        A bloodied Fairy Tale.
        Murky silence deepens
        In the gloom that dwells in me.
        Quietly, in a room full of people
        I feel myself dying all alone....

        ***

        Candle Light and Shadow Magic,
        Saxophone playing midnight blues
        And the night filled up with
        Stardust and Imagination.
        ~I take your hand in mine.

        Moonbeams and Shadow play,
        Tricks of light and darkness,
        And you, standing like some
        Pagan Goddess before me.
        ~I Press my lips to yours.

        Summer breeze and Midnight mists,
        You and I lost in shadows
        And in the depths of a hungry kiss.
        My soul shatters, willpower crumbles into dust.
        ~I place my heart in your hands.

        ~ All that I am, is yours....

        ***

        She comes to me at night
        Through the thick mists of my sleep
        And from the land of all my dreams.
        Dusky skin, sparkling eyes,
        A breath-stealing smile which
        She reserves only for me.

        I draw her to me, wrap my arms
        About her and bury my face in
        The sea of Raven hair which cascades
        Down and across her shoulders.
        We move to a music only we two
        Can hear. Completely lost in one another.

        I shiver as she plants a thousand faint
        Butterfly kisses along my neck
        Until her lips find mine. My knees weaken
        As she draws from me every ounce of
        Passion I have ever possessed,
        Then looks at me and smiles.

        She disappears with the rising sun,
        Vanishing much as the early morning fog
        When the sun gently kisses it away.
        I sigh quietly as I awaken....wishing.


        She comes to me at night,
        But for now, only in my dreams....

        ***

        I live my life for Poetry,
        And surround myself with fragile and beautiful things.
        But no mere object can take your place in my heart.
        I long for the day that you tell me you love me
        And hold me tightly in your arms.

        I live my life for Music,
        But no matter how sweet and touching the tune,
        It will be sweeter still when I can hold you to me
        And we can dance together
        Until the sun comes up.

        I live my life for Reflection,
        But more and more each day
        I find myself thinking only of you.
        You are what ignites my passion,
        Melts my heart, and burns my soul.

        So now and ever after, I live my life for you....

        ***

        An Autumn Night, A Harvest Moon, and
        The scent of lilacs on the air.
        Holding hands by the river,
        Watching it flow silently by.
        In a daze I hold you to me,
        Press my lips to your neck.
        ~I can feel your heart beating,

        Racing, as your arms encircle me.
        A faint, cool breeze and fireflies
        Dancing crazily about,
        Forming a shimmering blanket around us.
        A look of burning desire in your eyes.
        One tender, lingering, promise-filled kiss
        And you lead me away from the water's edge
        ~ Shadows swallowing us up as we vanish into the Night.

        A field of silken clover
        And honeysuckle growing wild, untamed.
        We walk in silence, you and I,
        Fingers laced together, holding hands
        Under a clear October sky.

        I look into your loving eyes, and come to a decision.

        ~ After a lifetime spent running,
        All I want to do is stop; resting in your arms
        Forever....

        ***
        The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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        • #5
          I walk the Night alone,
          Surrounded by mists and shadows,
          Viewing the world through exotic, wondering eyes,
          And walking where no one else dares.

          I walk the Night alone,
          The luminous moon and his brothers, the stars
          My only companions in the darkness.
          And my thoughts find you.

          I walk the Night alone,
          Alone but unafraid.
          Becoming one with the shadows,
          Inhaling the very essence of the Night,
          ~ And ever thinking of you....

          ***

          Alone.
          Uncertain.
          Melancholy. A hurricane of conflicting emotions,
          A carnival of delights and possibilities.
          But only for others.
          For me, it seems these things can only
          Exist in my mind's eye, and in my
          ~ Imagination.
          I do not wish to die alone,
          And for the first time in my life,
          I am afraid....

          ***

          I cannot see or speak
          Anything but the truth, and
          I cannot sense when you lie to me.
          I can only feel the pain when you
          Stab me to my soul
          With your dagger eyes,
          Or when you turn your
          Perfect smile from me.

          ***

          I wonder if you dream of smoky gray eyes
          Staring at you with burning, insatiable desire
          From across a crowded, smoke-filled room.

          I wonder if you dream of butterfly kisses
          Along the curve of your neck
          And then across your shoulders.

          I wonder if you dream of strong, yet gentle hands
          Massaging the tension from your neck and shoulders,
          Replacing it with desire.

          As I step out into the cool November night
          And cast my gaze towards the stars above,
          I cannot help but wonder....do you dream of me?

          ***

          The sun sinks low, turning the sky molten.
          We sit on some distant, grassy hill and
          Watch the dying embers of the day
          Blaze out into twilight. Timidly I take your hand.
          ~ You smile....

          As the last of the light fades away, surrendering
          Itself to the shadows of the Night, we lie
          On our backs, side by side and still holding hands,
          Gazing breathlessly at the millions of stars above us.

          I turn to look at you, and those deep, mysterious eyes
          Look back at me, filled with passion and desire.
          Gently I touch your cheek and pull you closer
          Until our lips meet in that first, uncertain kiss.

          As the night deepens, I hold you in my arms.
          Two bodies pressed together under the blanket
          Of the Milky Way. We lie together, drifting off to
          Sleep, our hearts beating as one. In my dreams,
          ~I smile....

          ***

          A lonely man.
          An Endless expanse of winding road;
          The only home I know.
          A November kiss
          And sweet memories to reflect upon
          As I ride a black wind to the East.
          A slate gray sky
          Reflecting my mood; and the tears that fall
          As rain from the Heavens, are my own.
          As I regard my reflection in a pool of tears
          I cannot help but see
          The shadow of a lonely man
          Looking back at me.

          Final good-byes and then
          Clenching my pipe between gritted teeth to mask my pain,
          I wipe the bitter rain from my face,
          And start my wand'ring again.

          ***

          A Lesson in Fears

          "Why are you the way you are?" The man asked me
          Through my drunken haze.

          I blinked at him in answer, unsure of what to say.
          And after a moment, he asked again,
          But all I could do was blink. I knew....deep down I knew the
          answer,

          But I did not want to speak.

          Deathly afraid of voicing my deepest fears, but knowing he
          Would not leave until I did.

          I steeled my nerves with another shot of courage, then sighed
          And began to speak.

          ~ Words tumbling over one another like
          ~ Water in a babbling stream.


          "All my life, people have relied on me in one way or another.
          To be Strong. To be a shoulder to lean on. Or cry on.
          To make them happy. Sometimes to absolve them.
          To solve their problems and ease their troubles....and I have
          Always done so willingly...." I faltered.

          "Continue." The man insisted.

          And I did. "One day, there will come a time when someone
          Will need me, and I won't be able to help. I won't be quick
          Enough, or smart enough, or good enough to make a
          Difference....I will fail someone."

          I felt tears on my face, but he made me continue.

          "And then....and then....I will be all alone...."

          My voice died out in a hoarse whisper

          And the man was gone.

          My bottle as empty as my soul,

          I sat

          Alone....

          ***
          The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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          • #6
            Darkest Moment

            If the Winter wind is cold, I do not feel it.
            If my blood stains the pure white snow, I do not care.
            I was happy once, happy in a life with you,
            But all that is gone now, and I know in my soul it will never return.

            I could not look at you, your lifeless eyes and bloodless lips,
            A look of terror frozen on your face.
            Winter winds now howl through the vast emptiness of my soul,
            As I realize the best part of myself is gone with your passing.

            A spark in me died with you that night,
            A sense of loss and sadness so deep, so profound
            That I shall never be the same again.
            I miss you more deeply than words can express.

            All alone now, I struggle with my dark apathy
            And walk beside the foulest Demons of the Night.
            Without you, there is nothing to keep me
            From becoming one with them.


            Eyes aglow with a dark and empty fury,
            Soul filled with despair,
            I walk alone....

            ***

            Familiar ground beneath my feet
            Feels foreign now somehow.
            I am lost in a place I once knew well,
            Uncertain, where I was once so very
            Sure of myself and everything around me.

            It seems like a thousand years, times ten
            Since I walked in these emerald forests last.
            So much has remained unchanged, and yet,
            So much is vastly different. I sigh and
            Attempt to rediscover some glimmer of happiness.

            A troubled heart, a lonely life,
            I feel myself drifting, without
            Purpose or direction. Motivation
            Flees from me and leaves me to
            Dwell on distant but sweet memories.

            ***

            Shiver as I kiss your lips,
            Quiver under my feather-like touch
            As I draw out from you feelings,
            Sensations with a delicious intensity
            You have never encountered before.

            A Phantom in the darkest night,
            A Demon in the deepest mist.
            I hide my face from prying, fearful eyes
            Preferring the company of whispering shadows.

            I weave a dark, subtle, sultry form of magick,
            With soft words, a light touch, a gentle voice.
            And that is why I am fascinated; drawn to you.
            I sense your power, for it is my own.

            Now when I look at you, I find myself
            Uncertain of my powers, which until now,
            Have never failed me, and my
            Will to resist you -- I feel myself slipping.

            I shiver as you kiss my lips,
            Quiver under your gentle touch,
            Listen to words spoken in a low, dusky voice,
            And surrender my soul to you....

            ***

            Sultry eyes stare at me from across a
            Crowded, smoke-filled room,
            And by some bewitching form of magick
            She glides gracefully towards me.

            A raven-haired, savage beauty,
            She takes my breath away
            With her exotic smile
            And her slightest touch.

            We leave together to escape the
            Loud music and liquor,
            Wind up walking along the beach for hours
            And watching the sun come up together.

            I hold her, and as the sun rises from the ocean
            Our lips meet in a hungry kiss.
            We say a tender, lingering good-bye,
            And she walks away.

            I bow my head and sigh,
            Never even to know her name....

            ***

            Starlight burning like fire in your eyes.
            Passion in your gentle yet sure caresses.
            I find myself powerless and trembling
            In your embrace. A willing prisoner.

            With a single glance you make me open up my heart
            And bare my; soul to you. It leaves me
            Weak-kneed and frightened, but not so
            Frightened that I do not come back for more....

            ***

            A moonlit walk in a field of clover,
            My hand timidly finds yours
            As we float like shadows through the Night.
            A clearing where starlight is reflected brilliantly
            By the sparkling waters of a winding stream.
            I hold you close to me, feeling us both shiver.
            A lingering stare which leads to a timid kiss,
            But as passion feeds the hungry flame,
            We lose ourselves in the magic of
            ~ The Moment....

            ***

            Pain.
            Clouding my eyes like a shroud of
            Blackest Death. A pit of Gloom,
            Consuming all of me.
            Making even the act of drawing my next breath
            Immeasurably difficult.
            I cannot think. I cannot see.
            I cannot....

            A sense of panic, a chill
            Deep down in my bones.
            So severe, so very deep is this unnamed despair
            That I wish to die. No, to simply
            Cease to exist.
            To end all that I am, and all I ever shall be.
            I cannot....

            No matter what, I shall never be
            Good enough. All that I ever become
            Will never be enough.
            Never enough....

            Pain.
            Loneliness.
            Sorrow.
            A world of regret. It is too much.
            It is far too much.
            ~I surrender....

            ***

            Shadows caress my soul,
            Invading all that I am.
            I step away from the edge
            And become one with the night.

            A blood moon rises through
            A midnight sky and a
            Sea of twinkling, frozen stars,
            And I become one with the Night.

            Cool and gentle breeze on my face,
            My thoughts find you, and
            Linger again on our time together
            As I become one with the Night....

            ***

            [This message has been edited by Velociryx (edited November 22, 1999).]
            The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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            • #7
              Shadows dance before my eyes
              As I walk under a silvery moon
              And a blanket of breath-taking stars,
              My ebony cloak flowing in the Autumn breeze.

              I light my pipe, and a tendril of smoke drifts towards
              Heaven as I wrap myself in darkness and walk on.
              I inhale the Night,
              Feel the velvet caresses of the ever-deepening shadows
              ~ Which only remind me of your touch.

              I sigh and bow my head,
              Eyes glistening with tears of sorrow and regret,
              Knowing that I shall never feel
              Your arms about me again....

              ***

              My whole life, people have depended on me.
              ~ To provide Strength.
              ~ Courage.
              ~ Support.

              To be a Rock.
              A Pillar of Truth.
              A Safe Haven to run to.
              ~ But no longer.

              Now, for the first time in my life, I am alone.
              Not needed by anyone
              For any purpose.
              I am Outdated.

              A Relic.
              Out of Place.
              Out of Time.
              ~ No purpose or direction.

              To be needed is to be loved.
              To be loved is to be alive.

              So what can I conclude except:
              I am no longer needed, so I am no longer wanted.
              I am no longer wanted, so I am no longer loved.
              I am no longer loved, so I am no longer alive.

              So what is the point to any of this?
              ~ If loneliness is Death,
              ~ Then I surrender....

              ***

              The Moon she intently listens
              To the mournful music of my breaking heart,
              And on a field, countless dew drops glisten;
              The tears of the Earth matching those in my eyes
              As I walk among them, all alone....

              ***

              Dreaming of tomorrow,
              The memories of a sad and bitter past
              Still with me, lurking in the darker chambers
              Of my soul. I have learned the lessons of my
              Yesterdays well, and they cannot be forgotten,
              But a strange new hope dwells in me now,
              A kind of quiet strength I did not know I possessed,
              And it will lift me beyond the sorrows of the
              Past, and onward to tomorrow.
              ~ Strength through hardship endures,
              When everything else falls apart.

              ***

              A voice in the night; distant, yet warm.
              Words caress me gently, like phantom fingers;
              I feel them more than hear,
              Drawn to their source for reasons beyond all
              Comprehension

              I picture you, sitting in a room so many miles away
              And wondering with curious eyes and
              A faint smile playing across your lips,
              Wondering at this stranger from afar;
              ~ Like you, a voice in the night....

              ***

              I beg your forgiveness,
              I do not need your sympathy.
              I do not need your understanding.
              ~ Do not cry for me.

              ***

              I saw her today, but I do not yet know her name.
              Out eyes met though, and hers smiled at me,
              And I am certain I will never be the same.

              ***

              I am a Devil in the Night
              And the full, blood-moon above me
              Is my Demon lover.
              The shadows surrounding me as I walk in
              Her Eerie half-light are her gift to me,
              ~A treasure.

              I wrap myself in Darkness
              Moving silently through a field
              Of dew-covered clover.
              My thoughts find you
              And your image fills my mind.
              ~I smile.

              I wonder if the moon knows
              That I am thinking of you?
              I shake my head, not caring at all.
              Your dark, sultry eyes and
              Intoxicating smile are irresistible
              ~ And enchanting.

              I am a Devil in the Night
              Walking in deepest shadow
              And thinking only of you.
              I hold your image captive,
              A frozen prisoner in my
              ~ Mind's eye....

              ***

              Tendrils of sorrow wrap themselves
              Gently around my heart and soul.
              Thinking of what might have been
              And what may yet be.
              Barely able to contain the
              Passion Fires burning in me.

              A ray of hope with time's sweet
              Passage keeps me moving onward.
              One timid step at a time
              I move through these shadows
              Which I have called home for so very long now,
              And towards the light: Towards you.

              My pipe clenched between my teeth,
              I pull my ebony cloak more tightly
              About me and walk the Night.
              As smoke rings rise gently into Heaven
              I bow my head and picture a future
              Where loneliness is but a fading
              ~ Memory....

              ***

              A PARTY IN FLORENCE, SC

              A crowded room.
              Loud music and a smoky haze.
              My best friend, a bottle of whiskey,
              Tucked between my thighs as I
              Sit and observe, making a half-hearted
              Attempt to find salvation at the bottle's bottom.

              Drinking games
              And lots of mindless chatter.
              I struggle to make sense of it,
              Trying to decide if I have anything
              At all in common with these strangers
              Who surround me....probably not.

              I hear someone from across the room
              Boasting of his travels to the
              "Distant" lands of Alabama. I smirk
              And consider putting him in his place.
              But I only sigh and wander on, still
              Trying to figure out where I belong....

              ***

              I picture a moonlit meeting.
              You and I standing in a Gazebo
              Gazing out at the still waters
              Of some remote lake or pond,
              The light of the moon and stars
              Is mirrored on the water
              And a smattering of geese
              Paddle silently through the
              Reflected Heavens.
              I take your hand, and you take mind.
              No words, just one touch.
              Just a feeling.
              ~ You fill my soul....

              ***

              Loneliness pervades my soul,
              My innermost and secret self,
              And I find myself longing for
              Your sweet smile
              And soothing touch.

              It frightens me, the intensity
              With which I feel.
              So much raw emotion,
              So much to share,
              But as yet, no one to share it with.
              I sit her now and begin to cry
              I ask myself and ask again, but
              I cannot answer, I don't know why.
              Feeling so empty, an odd sort of
              Hunger. I yearn to be held, to be
              Touched....
              Impossible, I tell myself.
              But I try to imagine. Who? Who is she?
              And where could she be? This thing I wish Can never be, but
              wishes die hard,
              Like Butterflies
              Spattering against the windshield of a
              Fast moving car....
              And in the larger, more
              Universal sense of things, that is all
              We really are, I suppose.
              Each of us
              Just a
              Little
              Tiny
              Bug....

              ***

              I ask but two things of you:
              Please do not break my fragile heart.
              Please let me love you.
              All else, will take care of itself.

              ***

              Body shivers and soul doth shake.
              Some of my troubles are quite real,
              And others, my mind doth make....

              ***

              Undulating Jukeboxes,
              Dancing on the Shoebox Shore....

              ***

              Slowly in the Night, my heart breaks
              Softly in the night, my soul sighs
              One quiet, final sigh before
              Lying down all alone
              ~ To Die....

              ***

              Cloaked in shadow, my head hung low
              In sorrow and shame.
              So lonely and forlorn,
              Come rescue me my love.
              Save me from myself and
              Hold me tightly this night.
              ~I beg you....

              ***

              Vel's Personal Favorite
              The forest is deep; the smell of pine
              And wild flowers gently invades my senses
              As I walk the Night, alone with
              The memories of my past, both near and far.

              I think back on all the miles I have
              Traveled, all the strange and wonderful places
              I have been, and it brings a certain sense
              Of satisfaction, which puts a slight smile on my face.

              I have stood at the rim of the Grand Canyon,
              Wandered awe-struck through the Valley of the Gods,
              Seen the sparkling mysterious shores of two oceans,
              And crossed mountains of unsurpassed beauty.

              I have explored the Painted Desert, and slept under the stars,
              Played in the peaceful forests of the Blue Ridge Mountains,
              Traveled through the trackless Louisiana Bayous,
              And sat at the shores of the Great Salt Lake.

              I have climbed to the summit of Devil's Mountain
              Under a sweltering July sun,
              Waded through sparkling, nameless streams,
              And spent starry nights on barren, dusty plains.

              I have traveled through Dead-Man pass
              In the midst of a winter storm,
              And touched the face of God
              At the great Continental Divide.

              But those memories come bittersweet
              As I recall that everywhere I have been,
              All the places I have roamed,
              I have always been alone.

              I sigh a heavy sigh, and walk....
              Alone.

              ***

              A new day dawns through storms of hardship and pain.
              The clouds break with the rising of the sun,
              And a cool morning breeze wipes away my tears,
              Cleanses my soul. For the first time in years
              I feel the gentle hand of forgiveness touching my soul,
              ~ Filling me with hope and strength.

              So many years of struggle that I had almost lost myself,
              Almost forgotten what the fight was for. Beaten and
              Pounded by every force in the Universe until
              I thought I might break, or simply cease to exist.
              But instead, with each attack, I felt myself
              ~ Growing stronger, even through the weariness.

              A newfound sense of direction, and a quiet, inner peace
              Filling me with a constant, steady strength,
              An unshakable will, and an air of confidence
              Which can never be weakened or shattered.
              Finally, the fury has gone from my eyes
              ~ And is vanished from my soul.

              So long a time spent combating my own private demons
              And living out my life beneath the crushing shadows of despair,
              And now, to be freed, unchained from the worst side of myself,
              To be given a chance at the ultimate redemption,
              To be reborn in every sense of the word....
              This is my reward for surviving the pain,
              ~ And it is more wonderful than I ever dared imagine....

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              • #8
                Gypsy Rain
                Introduction

                Greetings again! I feel as though I have come a great distance since my first collection of poetry, “Candle Light and Shadow Magic.” Perhaps not in skill (though I certainly hope that has increased) but in life itself. The first series of poetry I wrote and gathered together between two covers was something of an inner exploration of my life through college, marriage, separation, eighteen months spent wandering across the country, divorce, and finally, traveling back to the east coast to rebuild my life. To start over. I think I’ve done that….and as to how well I’ve done that…..I guess it depends on who you ask.

                Many people who have read the first collection have told me that the poetry is “Darkly Romantic.” I like the term, and it has stuck as more and more people come to read and agree with that assessment. I like the feel of it, and I hope I have continued to capture that essence with this collection.

                Life if very different for me now, and I think that this collection reflects that metamorphosis. Gone are the inner demons….well….perhaps not gone….but certainly chained and tucked securely away. I still feel the strange stirrings in my soul and in my blood from time to time. I am still caught up and captivated by the wanderlust which led me to explore this country from end to end, but for the first time in my life, I have begun to feel a sense of belonging here in the sunny lands of the Deep South, and so I am more reluctant to leave, at least for extended periods of time.

                So….this new collection is an exploration of another sort for me. Wanderlust in the modern world. As I sit and watch the art which I so dearly love recede further and further….dying a bit more every day, I am all the more drawn to it….all the more impassioned by it, and yet, I must balance this feeling with the needs and demands of a more stable, rooted existence. Opposing forces tugging at me, I live a solitary, quiet life. How can I do otherwise? This fast paced, modern time we live in leaves little room for those of poetic temper, and so, those of us that remain seek shelter what few shallow pools of solitude that remain in this world. Or, when we can, we create our own. And so it is from here, in my own little sanctuary, that I write, going out day to day like everyone else to do battle with the world around me, and then, retiring here to write what I have seen, and how it affects me. Once again, gentle reader….these poems are for you. For anyone who has ever felt at odds with the world. For anyone who has ever felt the cold fingers of loneliness, even on a bright, sunny day…..even in a crowded, boisterous room. For you….
                - Felestro@aol.com Chris -

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                • #9
                  A primitive drumbeat
                  Sounding loud, heavy
                  Inside my soul as I drive.
                  An unwavering, arrow-straight
                  Stretch of highway lain out
                  Across a barren, dusty plain,
                  Its desolate secrets revealed to me
                  One lonely mile at a time.

                  A harsh and unforgiving wind
                  Buffets my car, howling
                  About me as I speed on
                  Through the darkness,
                  Shrieking like a savage,
                  Wounded beast, trying to get in.
                  Tires humming, singing their tortured
                  Song against the pavement
                  ~ The chase is on.

                  Stalking some unknown quarry,
                  I am both predator and prey,
                  Seeking a happiness I have
                  Never known even as I flee from
                  The invisible foe, baying at my heels.
                  Jaw clenching in an angry defiance,
                  I all but fly through the night
                  Praying to find you before I am consumed.
                  ***


                  I dreamt of holding you last night.
                  My arms wrapped around you,
                  My hands in your hair, moving
                  With careful and practiced tenderness,
                  Brushing against your cheek,
                  Then across your shoulders
                  And lightly down your back,
                  Making you shiver, smile, and
                  Hold me more tightly in your sleep.
                  The lingering scent of your perfume
                  In your hair and on your skin.
                  I inhale deeply, drawing your very essence
                  Into myself, feeling it mingle with my soul.

                  ~ I dreamt of holding you last night,
                  And the memory of that imagined feeling
                  Lingers with me still. Bringing a smile
                  To my face, and making me shiver….
                  ***


                  A Saxophone Moon,
                  Breeze blowing softly through my hair
                  And the intoxicating scent of you
                  Mingles with a hint of lilac
                  Hanging sweetly, floating lazily on the air.

                  Magic and Wanderlust,
                  Consuming every part of me
                  As I walk in the foggy evening air,
                  Guided by some inner force which
                  Takes me back to where I want to be.

                  Moonbeams and Shadow play,
                  Dancing before me as I wander through
                  This wonderland of Night, moving closer,
                  Ever closer back to the warmth of
                  Your loving arms, My destiny….You….
                  ***


                  Rain.
                  Pounding out a nameless, ancient rhythm
                  Against my car as I drive through this endless night.
                  Combining with the thumping of the windshield wipers
                  To create a soft and sultry brand of Midnight Music that
                  Only I can hear. It brings a faint smile to my lips and makes me
                  ~ Think of you….

                  I fight back a shiver as I play back your sensuous voice
                  Over and over again in my mind. Bite back a sigh
                  As my thirst for you grows unchecked.
                  I begin to feel dizzy, drunk….almost out of control.

                  My mind becomes fevered, and in the furnace of
                  My imagination, I forge an image of you and I.
                  A fantasy in my Mind’s Eye, an image more searing
                  Than even the hottest furnace flame.

                  I close my eyes for as long as I dare, floating on
                  The warm, delicious feelings coursing through my body,
                  Aching to touch you….to quench this
                  Savage, endless thirst….I smile and sigh
                  ~ And Drive….
                  ***
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                  • #10
                    Sitting in a candle-darkened, shadow-laden room,
                    Your back to me, my fingers in your silken hair playing.
                    They find your neck and begin gently stroking,
                    The touch alone making you slightly dizzy, and
                    Magnified by my whispering voice as I create a poem for you.
                    A poem filled with hints and promises sultry enough to melt you.

                    You flow, almost liquid against me and my lips replace my fingers at your neck,
                    Kissing hungrily, passionately. Making you shiver in uncontrolled delight.
                    I smile, and my hands begin to move. Tantalizing….Exploring….
                    Teasing and exciting you….Gently introducing you to levels of
                    Ecstasy and desire you never imagined, or even knew existed,
                    Turning you into an insatiable creature of purest desire.

                    The tension builds inside you with a delicious intensity that threatens
                    To wash you away and completely overwhelm your senses. You cannot keep
                    Still, beneath these gently exploring hands. Then, a final shiver, and
                    A gasp which says more than a thousand days of conversation ever could, and
                    The sweet release you thought you would never attain, crashes into you
                    With the force of a savage hurricane….You float then, into my arms,
                    ~ And into blissful sleep….
                    ***


                    Solitude.
                    There is a peace in it.
                    Sitting here bleeding onto this
                    Stark white page,
                    Dying by degrees with every word I write.
                    Slowly fading into sweet oblivion
                    All alone by candle light.
                    A delicate melody playing in the background,
                    Watching over me as I perform this
                    Sacrificial rite of creativity,
                    Hoping to leave some tangible evidence behind.
                    A tiny bit of proof that I existed
                    Before the art itself claims the last bit of me
                    And I am simply no more….
                    ***


                    Is there Good, is there Evil,
                    Or only shades of gray?
                    Do you know, will you ever,
                    Does it matter anyway?
                    ***


                    Two-Thirty on a Tuesday morning,
                    A comfortable, familiar restlessness
                    Burning in my blood
                    Leading me out into the night.

                    I walk without thinking on my destination.
                    A route so much a part of me
                    That I could make the trip by feel alone.

                    I arrive and inhale my surroundings.
                    Wind on my face and in my hair,
                    The smell of metal and oil hanging heavy.
                    A series of tracks with the
                    Rusting hulks of trains sitting quietly upon them.

                    A critic’s eye would find innumerable flaws,
                    But this place suits me; it is my sanctuary.
                    And on certain nights when I am
                    Overcome by these nameless, restless urgings,
                    I come here alone; glass of wine in my hand,
                    Saxophone strapped to my back
                    Find a comfortable spot atop a rail car
                    And let the Magic of the Night
                    ~ Posses the Music I create….
                    ***

                    Darkness falls,
                    And Romance rises,
                    Welling up inside my soul
                    As evening descends over the city.

                    Restless stirrings in my blood
                    Compel me to drive through the shadows.
                    I step into the night, and then
                    Drive into an even deeper darkness.

                    Oldies playing on the radio,
                    Windshield wipers sounding out
                    Their soothing back beat,
                    Bringing a faint smile to my face.

                    The road rolls on, the shadows
                    And the magic of the night
                    Overwhelming all my senses
                    ~ I lose myself in it….
                    ***

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                    • #11
                      I fear becoming lost
                      In the hustle and bustle that is
                      The Modern World,
                      This Brave New Era in which we live.

                      I have known and touched
                      So many souls, so many people
                      Who make grand plans
                      To visit far off places, to see and touch and do
                      So much.

                      They sit home at night and plan
                      For the fine day when they can
                      Start to live out their dreams.
                      Only to find that when that day
                      Arrives, they are too old, or
                      Too set in their ways
                      To take the risks
                      That come with the dreaming.

                      I will never
                      Fall so deeply under the spell
                      Of this fast-paced world
                      That I forget what
                      Matters most.
                      I will climb the mountain,
                      Explore the forest,
                      Smell the field of wild flowers.

                      As long as there is blood in my veins
                      And life in these eyes,
                      I will live the dream
                      And become the poetry…
                      ***


                      Whispers….
                      Wind in the trees,
                      Fingers of darkness running
                      Through my hair and
                      Caressing my soul.
                      I imagine your touch,
                      Close my eyes and shiver
                      As my imagination
                      Carries me away,
                      Back to that magical place
                      You and I share in
                      The deepest part of the night.
                      Back to you and
                      ~ Your loving embrace….
                      ***


                      Rain collects in shallow pools
                      But not so the way with tears.
                      From those drops were oceans made.
                      From the torments of a world of
                      Broken dreams and secret fears….
                      ***


                      I dream a waking dream
                      Every time I look into the depths
                      Of your beautiful, passion filled eyes.
                      See in them a multitude of unspoken promises;
                      ~ Twin seas of desire….

                      I can feel you looking at me in
                      That special way….that gaze you
                      Reserve for me and me alone, and it never
                      Fails to bring a smile to these weary eyes of mine
                      ~ Color rising in my cheeks….

                      How can it be? I ask myself,
                      That someone I have known such a very
                      Short time can have this effect on me?
                      But I know the answer does not matter;
                      ~ I am for you….
                      ***


                      I think that people do not quite know
                      What to make of me.
                      I like that, but now and again
                      It makes me tired, leaves me feeling old….

                      To some, it seems I am almost ethereal,
                      A vision or perhaps a dream,
                      Writing words so moving to the soul
                      That it makes them shiver and cry….

                      To others, I am a bastard
                      And perhaps they are not far wrong.
                      They see the darker shades of me
                      And find more than enough to revile.

                      Still others see a benevolent spirit,
                      A tender, poetic soul, seeking out
                      His center, trying to find some measure of
                      Happiness in a world which does not understand.

                      I cannot say who among them is right.
                      Perhaps they all are, by degrees,
                      But it always leaves me in awe,
                      The many and varied opinions of me….
                      ***


                      Paradox.
                      Contradiction.
                      I do not mean to confuse you so;
                      Please do not leave me all alone.

                      I would change if I but knew
                      Where to start.
                      Mold and shape myself and my soul
                      Into that which you want me to be.

                      Understand that this is all I know,
                      All I am.
                      A lonely poet who does not know himself.
                      Either take me as I am or
                      Show me how to be
                      ~ But please do not leave me all alone….
                      ***

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                      • #12
                        Poet’s Magick

                        Waxing philosophic, I wonder
                        At why I am so alone.

                        With a thought, I can create a
                        Universe for you to explore.
                        Feel it wrap itself tenderly around
                        Your heart and soul
                        As you walk through the
                        Chambers I’ve made with my imagination.

                        I need but close my eyes
                        And whisper,
                        Sweet and soothing words
                        In my midnight voice,
                        Which will carry you off
                        To a faraway, magical land
                        And make you lose all sense of self.

                        Let me create a world for you.
                        Let me take you away from
                        This place with all of its
                        Chaos and mindless toil.
                        Come….walk with me for a while
                        And I will show you the magic
                        Of the worlds I create….
                        ***


                        Feel my voice invading your soul?
                        Wrapping itself around
                        Your heart…
                        Gently slipping past your defenses?

                        Feel my stare?
                        An almost tangible weight,
                        Caressing you with the power
                        Of my thoughts alone.

                        I can see it in your eyes and
                        Etched into that fragile smile on your
                        Lovely face…
                        ~ You cannot resist me, and it makes me smile….
                        ***


                        Frightening things abound
                        But far above them all
                        Is the sad and lonely sound
                        Of the breaking of a heart….
                        ***


                        Fear me….
                        Do not get too close.
                        You can never hope to understand,
                        Nor can you ever capture my heart.

                        I am the poetry I write,
                        And though it may take your breath away,
                        To try to hold onto it too tightly
                        Will only serve to destroy.

                        Enjoy it for what it is, my love,
                        Feel it coursing through you,
                        Making every pore on your body
                        Tingle with desire….

                        Yes my lover,
                        Inhale the essence of the magic
                        Let the words enrapture you,
                        But always be mindful to
                        Enjoy from afar.

                        ~ Too close, and it will be both our undoing….
                        ***


                        All alone at three a.m.
                        A vast stillness surrounding me
                        As I sit here and contemplate
                        What to write next.
                        How can I continue the magic?
                        What can I say next to
                        Enthrall and enchant you?
                        It frightens me to consider that
                        One day, there may be no more words,
                        That I might wake up one fateful
                        Morning and find that my
                        Humble gift has left me,
                        And then what?
                        Poetry invades my soul,
                        It is all that I am, all that I have
                        Ever wanted to be,
                        Yet here in the eerie stillness of
                        The quiet morning, I find myself
                        Contemplating my life and fate
                        Without the words.
                        It sends a chill so deeply through
                        Me that it must more than half-resemble Death.
                        Frightens me to think that
                        One day I might let those who
                        Adore these words down.

                        ~ All the more determined,
                        I return to my innermost self,
                        Seeking the shelter of my muse….
                        ***


                        Father’s Strength

                        Watching a golden sunset,
                        Sitting on the hood of my car,
                        ~ Radio playing hits from long ago
                        Songs from another part of my life.

                        Bittersweet music which
                        Fills my soul with strange stirrings
                        As I sit here on this dusty plain.
                        Things I’ve not felt in years.

                        It brings tears glistening in my eyes,
                        And as a gentle breeze
                        Ruffles my hair, I can
                        Almost feel my father’s hand.

                        I gaze into the multi-colored sky
                        Using the power of my imagination
                        To cloud-sculpt, as my
                        Father taught me so well….

                        More tears now as I see
                        His likeness, gazing down
                        At me from heaven,
                        Hearing his whispered voice
                        On the wind.
                        “~ Do not lose hope my son,
                        I am with you, even now….”
                        ***


                        One Night

                        The music is soft, the lights are low.
                        The perfectly planned romantic evening,
                        And then I think, “What if she doesn’t show?”
                        I shudder, my heart quakes….not good to think like that.

                        Minutes pass….she is late. I pour myself a drink
                        And toast a silent toast to her. I can almost see her there.
                        Lights still low, music soft, and I begin to think.
                        “She’s not coming.” Suddenly, my heart aches.

                        I am drunk when she finally calls, tells me she forgot.
                        “Don’t worry.” I say. “I understand.” She laughs at me
                        And says she will come by tomorrow—I know she’s not.
                        As we hang up, I fill my glass. My heart begins to break.
                        ***
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                        • #13
                          All the poems I have ever done
                          Could easily be combined; mixed
                          Together and blended to become just one,
                          And that one would be for you.

                          Every poet needs a focus, some
                          Source of inspiration. And since I have
                          Been here, all I have written, these phrases from
                          My soul, have been done for you.

                          And so this then, is among my best,
                          A poem simple, pure and true. I
                          Would say more, but you know the rest,
                          And I would not want to bore you….
                          ***


                          Note how two question marks,
                          One facing the other
                          Nearly form a heart?
                          Why is this so?
                          ***


                          You know I think the world of you,
                          But here’s an interesting twist;
                          I think that I am in love with you.
                          I tried for a while, but I just can’t resist.

                          I feel so completely stupid
                          And I have no idea what to say,
                          But I know you already have someone
                          And even if you didn’t, it probably wouldn’t work anyway.

                          It just makes me so damned sad
                          Sometimes, to be in the same room with you
                          And see you smiling, and then to know
                          That things can never be as I want them to be.

                          And when you have finished this
                          Please do not say a single word.
                          For if I am right, and things cannot be,
                          Nothing anyone says will even be heard.

                          ~ No, that’s no good, I want you to talk
                          ‘Cause even if you call me a silly knave
                          For letting my heart go, I will know that we are
                          Friends, and at least we can stay that way…
                          ~ Okay?
                          ***


                          A walk by the pond under soft, pale moonlight.
                          A bullfrog serenade. We listen contentedly as
                          They sing their song, look up at the dark, clear
                          Autumn sky. I pull you close and hold you tight.
                          The sweet look on your face, soft glow in your eyes.
                          Your lips part for me in a sultry smile, and all
                          At once, I find myself kissing you ‘neath the soft moonlight.

                          A walk by the pond under warm sunshine, on a
                          Bright and clear April day, right after a spring shower.
                          We walk hand in hand, listening to the birds sing,
                          And laughing as we watch the little squirrels play.
                          Then suddenly you turn me ‘round, put two fingers
                          To my lips and whisper “I love you” to me. Tears
                          Fill my eyes, then overflow. At a loss for what to say.

                          We sit by the fireplace on a Friday night. We could be
                          Out with friends, but you said you would rather
                          That we were alone tonight, and who am I to
                          Complain? No reasons come to mind why I ever should,
                          And I smile at that as I take you in my arms
                          And together we move to places and heights that only
                          We two can know, growing ever closer than I ever thought we could.

                          ~ And all at once, I see us by the pond.
                          I smile and take you there in a way
                          That only we two could go….
                          ***


                          See the sky? It is blue.
                          It’s really there, you know?
                          But what if it was only there
                          Because we all think so?
                          ***


                          Watch me run
                          Run so free.
                          Count your blessings,
                          You’re not like me.
                          For freedom has a price
                          You see,
                          Far too much to pay
                          For what you get
                          To do and be.
                          (you see?)
                          ***

                          The lines and droves of people
                          They all pass me by.
                          I sit bewildered on the curb
                          And ask myself why.

                          Why must I sit on the sidelines
                          While life passes swiftly by?
                          Should I give up without a fight
                          Should I even bother to try?

                          And is it worth it, in the end
                          If all there is is pain?
                          Would I be a better man,
                          Or would I be insane?
                          Shadows dance out in the rain
                          Moving slowly toward me
                          And I embrace them once again
                          Lose my sense of self….
                          ~ Good-bye reality.

                          Shadows dancing close to me
                          Gently tugging the strings of
                          My soul. I can feel and I can see
                          Every tiny detail in this drab little
                          ~ Universe.

                          It frightens me, from time to time
                          To move so close to things unreal.
                          But no ~ I stop. It is no crime
                          To feel in an instant what others feel in an
                          ~ Entire lifetime.
                          ***


                          To touch an object and feel its history,
                          To see its inner strength. This, and no other
                          Gift do I possess, and for this alone
                          I live. To glance upon the face of misery,
                          A hungry child and her crying mother,
                          No kindness to either has even been shown
                          ~ Until now.

                          With this one power at my command
                          I will do my part to help. No longer
                          Will I stand idly by while those around me
                          Starve and die. The feeble power of my; hand
                          Once put into motion, will grow forever stronger
                          Until one day there is no more poverty.
                          ~ One day soon.

                          All of this sounds far too idealistic
                          To ever possibly work. And it may
                          Well be at that. But at least to me
                          This plan of mine is quite realistic
                          And my critics today may one day say
                          How well it all worked out, but we shall see.
                          ~ One day very soon.

                          This is not insanity, though that is the way it sounds,
                          Simply a long-standing wish of mine,
                          And one I know that many others share.
                          To one day see those walls come down
                          That separate us all, kind from kind
                          Starting today, if only we will care.
                          ~ Now.
                          ***
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                          • #14
                            In the mirror, my reflection
                            Stares back at me and calls my name.
                            On the surface we look no different,
                            But inside I know we are not the same.

                            My reflection in that mirror
                            Is pure and innocent, smiling and new.
                            Does not have the slightest notion
                            Of all the evil things I do.

                            Yet in his eyes, I see it there,
                            A dark and brooding sort of gleam.
                            I know it as my own and shudder at the
                            Thought that things are not at all as they seem….
                            ***


                            Sitting here wondering
                            If I perhaps, am lost.
                            Wondering then counter-wondering
                            If I can find my way again
                            And at what cost?
                            ~ Or does it matter?
                            ~ Or am I lost?
                            ***


                            We stood at the station in the pouring rain,
                            Both trying hard not to cry. A distant
                            Rumbling, storm thundering above, and I
                            Found myself at a crossroads again.

                            I held her close, kissed her rain-soaked cheek,
                            Then our lips met for what was to be the
                            Very last time. One final hug, then I boarded
                            The train, feeling empty and o’ so weak.

                            Many days later, my mind numb with pain,
                            I arrive at this new place, alone and afraid.
                            Too frightened to get close to anyone, and
                            Knowing if I do, I may run away again.
                            ***

                            Teach me not to look away,
                            Or to stubbornly go
                            When my heart cries out
                            “Stay.”
                            ***

                            My soul is like the dead of winter,
                            Cold and blank. Cruel and harsh.
                            But counterbalanced against my heart,
                            Still full of passion, warm and alive.
                            And inside of me, a battle rages.
                            It wears me down, beats me up, and
                            Though I try not to show it, some
                            Days it just appears on its own.
                            Shows up in my eyes and the corners
                            Of my mouth ~ turned down slightly
                            In a sad frown ~ And I can do
                            Nothing to hide it from anyone.
                            ***


                            I want to love, to live
                            To open up just once.
                            But alas, ‘tis not my lot.
                            No, mine is something else.
                            Exactly what, I do not know.
                            ***


                            Have you walked by the pond at night?
                            With a light patch of fog lying low
                            And the moon and stars shining in
                            The water….my God, what a sight.
                            ~ Come see it with me….

                            Then there is a clearing, way back
                            In the woods where a roundish patch
                            Of softly glowing grass grows tall.
                            Watching it rolling in the wind can make you
                            ~ Lose all track of time….

                            These mysteries, and more, right here in
                            This sleepy little town. Should I ever
                            Leave this place to wander far afield,
                            It will be these things, and you,
                            ~ I will truly miss….
                            ***


                            Storms, then gentle passions
                            Welling up from deep inside.
                            Emotions that my heart may fashion
                            Send shivers down my spine.

                            Every time I see you smile
                            I lose my will to resist you.
                            A single look can charm, beguile
                            And leave me under your spell.

                            I sigh, knowing that I cannot be
                            All that I wish in your life,
                            But maybe one day you will see,
                            And then our hearts will fly….
                            ***


                            That he loved, and loved her well
                            Were two facts understood,
                            For in the time they were together
                            She brought him out of hi shell
                            And taught him how to live.
                            But she scoffed his love and never
                            Once took note of all the things he
                            Did. And that, he simply could not forgive.
                            ~ So love did turn to hate….
                            ***


                            I light the fire of pure desire,
                            Its embers smoldering deep down
                            In hidden corners of your soul.
                            Ignite it and you with soft words of passion
                            Spoken in a smoky voice
                            And in my sultry midnight fashion.

                            Passion’s fires burning higher
                            With every look and phrase and touch,
                            Sending you spinning, resistance thinning,
                            Your willpower shattering into dust.
                            My mind is reeling with this feeling,
                            This dizzy giddiness we create.

                            Barriers crumbling, defenses tumbling
                            Till all that remains is primal need,
                            Bodies writhing, intertwining
                            Melded together by this nameless need
                            And overcome with endless hunger….
                            ***


                            Round and round and round we go
                            Chasing our desires to and fro’.
                            And why this is, we do not know.
                            So blindly onward we do go.
                            ***

                            I touched you, first a gentle, light caress,
                            And then with more passion because it was
                            What we both wanted right then.
                            More passion still and….you know the rest.

                            But why, I wonder, must we shy from this?
                            If it was something enjoyed by both, should
                            We not explore it yet again when the mood strikes,
                            Brought on by subtle touch or steamy kiss?
                            ***


                            What more can I say, oh God
                            What else could I possibly do?
                            I’ve shown all my cards, said
                            How in love I am with you.
                            So now, I must wait, just
                            Stand quietly by,
                            Hoping one day to love you?
                            That thought makes me want to cry….
                            ~ I love you so….
                            ***


                            All I have ever wanted
                            And all that I have been
                            Seems so damned barren
                            And empty now….O’ is there
                            Peace, I must ask the Heavens.
                            Is there peace in the end?
                            ***


                            Poetry, like spells are woven..
                            Some are rough, and others elegant.
                            Some ring true and loudly speak,
                            And others are terrible….
                            They really reek!
                            ***
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                            • #15
                              A feather from a small songbird’s wing
                              Once lost can never be found again.
                              But does not that tiny feather carry
                              With it, whatever song that bird might sing?
                              ***


                              Sitting by the fire, soft cooling breeze in my face,
                              I sense that I may not have much time left to me
                              And so I look out on the lake, wishing for some sign,
                              Or perhaps it is forgiveness, or a longing for that which cannot be.
                              ~ Or in my tired heart, it is all of these.

                              And as I sit, the moon comes up, rising over the trees
                              Casting out the shadows with a ghostly light, not very
                              Dim, but certainly none too bright. And seeing this, I
                              Think of you, and how you hurt me so. Instinctively I grow wary.
                              ~ My shattered heart can take no more.

                              As night wears on, I come to know you, and myself as well.
                              I think and wonder how it will feel when I am no more.
                              Not bad, I conclude, and make friends with Death. I know
                              He will be good to me, but then, what are friends for?
                              ~ And my broken heart will at last find peace.
                              ***


                              Sunsets seen from a mountain top
                              And journeys through rugged lands.
                              Flowers blooming in the winter and
                              Multicolored, fantastic rocky bands
                              ~ Hard to climb, but wonderful to see.

                              My eyes and hands are my camera,
                              My mind, my own living diary.
                              I only wish I could let
                              You inside to see all the things
                              That have happened to me.

                              For these descriptions
                              Are nothing special or new,
                              But they are the only tools
                              I have to express to you
                              All the visions in my head.
                              ***


                              This place seems so quiet now, so empty.
                              I wander into my study, settle back in my
                              Faded, too-familiar chair and close my eyes.
                              Gently lay my head back and inhale deeply,
                              Drawing the lingering scent of her perfume
                              Into me, feeling the sweet agony as it
                              ~ Stirs my soul….

                              I rise, unsteady, and hurry from the room,
                              Wiping gentle tears from my eyes,
                              Sit in the crushed emerald of my
                              Over-stuffed sofa and close my eyes again,
                              Trying in vain to escape the memory of her,
                              But I cannot. She is too much a part of me.
                              ~ She is everywhere….

                              Only a moment’s reprieve sitting
                              In my living room, and then the beautiful
                              Memory of what occurred right here
                              Assaults me, drawing out a silent River of Tears.
                              The scene swims up before my eyes,
                              And I am a helpless passenger. Watching.
                              ~ Reliving….

                              She glides to me, curls up in my lap,
                              A mix of child-like lightness and sensual warmth.
                              Deep brown eyes burning into my soul,
                              Face inching closer, lips brushing against mine,
                              Lightly, teasingly. Her hands frame my face
                              ~ And her kiss deepens….

                              I find myself caught up in a
                              Maelstrom of passion. A beautiful,
                              Wonderful energy which consumes
                              All of me, and is heightened further still
                              By her words, spoken in her exotic native
                              Language, whispered softly into my mouth.
                              I comprehend their meaning without
                              ~ Truly understanding….

                              With great reluctance, I open my eyes.
                              Bittersweet tears glistening in them,
                              Brought forth by the beauty of the memory, and the
                              Dark knowledge that we can never meet again.
                              I stand slowly and try to shake off the sadness,
                              But I know I cannot. A heavy sigh, and then I
                              Embrace this sweet pain, adding my sorrow
                              To the silent River of Tears
                              ~ And riding it to wherever it leads….
                              ***


                              Once again
                              My dearest friends,
                              We come to the place of parting.
                              You came to me to touch and see,
                              To feel my gentle words
                              Washing over you like rain.

                              I bend to you in a warm embrace,
                              Then bid a fond farewell.
                              I shall return, worry not on that,
                              But till then,
                              Keep your heart on your sleeve,
                              And be watchful.

                              I am silent as the night,
                              And leave nothing save memories
                              To mark my passing.
                              I may well come and go
                              Before you senses even
                              Register my presence....
                              ***
                              The list of published books grows. If you're curious to see what sort of stories I weave out, head to Amazon.com and do an author search for "Christopher Hartpence." Help support Candle'Bre, a game created by gamers FOR gamers. All proceeds from my published works go directly to the project.

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