My Gargoyle
In the darkness your devil eyes carve my soul with
Brimstone fires, my life's breath flickers fearfully in and out
In the darkness your curved claws gouge the thighs of my mind with
Poisoned wounds, my heart's crimson beats in trembling fear
In the darkness your nimble body suffocates my senses with
Consuming shadows, my being's energy frozen in your Bast like grace towards me
In the darkness your weight drowns me as you strike with
Blood, my lips shiver in silent screaming
In the light your midnight tail twitches impatiently with
Silent demanding of "Pet me."
By E.VA
My Rapist
As a token of vile promises rendered
Is it too late to forgive?
My fear
Beneath your cruel hands
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
My Angel of
My feathers bloodied...
My hell personified
With what do you fill my shadow?...
There is time to forgive yet...
Yet you want more of
My mercy and hate?...
Yet further still am I locked in your lies...
I am near death and
Lost am I in 
My wings laying broken on the floor
There is a time to forgive yet
my wings laying broken on the floor
as a token of vile promises rendered
beneath your cruel hands... 
My wings laying broken on the floor
my feathers bloodied
beneath your cruel hands
Yet you want more of
my feathers bloodied...
I am near death and
yet you want more of
my fear...
Lost am I in
my hell personified
yet further still am I locked in your lies
my Angel of
my hell personified...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
my Angel of
my mercy and hate?...
Now that you are vile and putrid to my eyes
with what do you fill my shadow?...
My Mercy and hate?...
Is it to late to forgive?...
The answer?
Yes.
A Poem by E.VA
Little Light bulb 
Little Light bulb 
Off and on
He is not a light bulb
Off and on
He sees the world through darkened eyes
Off and on
The light is only ever brighter…Off and on.
 Like a bulb swinging in a darkened room
 What would you do if he told you, “In here lies your tomb.”
What if he saw you dying when his cord was pulled …
And knew it was not his place to tell you what the Light had willed
Would your ghost still seek him out having known the current is not his own.
Or would you cast him out, alone… 
Would you deny him prayer, to even the score
calling him blasphemer and heretic without a soul core
so you could leave him there outside the chapel door, crying on his knees 
Crying out to Heaven, “no… no…no please…”
Would you forsake him to the darkness believing he, the devils spawn
And rob him of the Light that was his Home with each new rising dawn…
Would you deny him life for knowing more than eyes could see
When his light switch is flicked…. Off and on… and he could not tell thee?
 “It was forbidden to me!”
He is a light bulb and the current is not the devil’s own
He may see through darkened eyes, yet the Light IS still his Home.
“Why am I forsaken!” 
A hand reaches out to he, a gentle soft touch upon his knee
A face adorned with dryness despite the rain… appears
The rain battering, battering, the faith he has inside… the figure nears
Pale and whole, the figure moves the man’s hand clawed deep in the chapel door
Collapsed he is frozen in his grief, a soft brush of hair behind his ear, she speaks: 
“Thou art not forsaken”
Crying like a child, in the bitter rain, upon his face lays bare his pain
Shade from a feathered wing outstretched shields them from the rain
“Thou art not forsaken…” 
Weeping, trembling and screaming, he hollers as if through a haze of dreaming…
“Man can only interfere as much as he is bid… yet… yet truth is hid”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I then to them be mistaken?”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I live when I feel another enfolded in the Light”
“Thou art not forsaken…”
“Why must I live in this darkness of night? Thought to be a devil’s child
Cast aside like some foul beast incapable of being anything but wild…”
“Thou art not forsaken.”
His eyes lift upon the angel.“Then why do I lay here quaking with you, when I am awakened.”
She smiles, waiting.
He bows his head. “For I am not forsakened” 
On and off
He is a light bulb ever swinging
On and off 
The light and darkness spinning... the Light winning
On and off
The darkness ever only dimming…. 
On and off.
Little Light bulb
On and off. 
Poem by E.VA
Opposites 
Night and day, my dear sister
Night, and day....
Night and day, my dear sister
Forever this way....
Light and dark, my dear sister
Light, and dark....
Light and dark, my dear sister
Are our marks in the sand...
I walk hand in hand with you
Yet you never see me
I run step by step with you
Yet you never need me
Near and far, little sister
Near, and far....
Near and far, little sister
Wherever we are....
Silent and loud, little sister
Silent, and loud....
Silent and loud, little sister
Are our tunes in the band....
I sing note for note with you
Yet we never harmonize
I play note for note with you
Yet we never realize 
That we are like night and day
Light and dark, Near and far
and it is okay to be this way
By E.VA
Searching for answers 
He recognized Her in the darkness 
Confused, new and alone 
He offered his hand through the darkness 
And she took it knowing she'd not survive on her own 
He held Her in the darkness 
As the world fell from beneath her feet 
He held Her in the darkness 
As the path before her, she would greet 
He held Her closer in the darkness 
As she believed not yet her own eyes 
He comforted Her in the darkness 
Understanding slowly she, that they were no lies 
He guides her out of darkness 
And to the answers that she seeks 
But to one lost in shadows she is still very weak 
Poem by E. VA
work without mercy
(Based of of Lorna Crozier's "This is a love poem without restraint" with referance to the movie Office space)
WORK
ignores paper-cuts
jammed printers
and missing staplers
It makes NO EXCUSES
for red lights
traffic jams
or clocks ten minutes slow
It cries MORE!FASTER!HARDER!
It has no desire
but greed
The almighty dollar
its deliverance for diligence 
and perseverance
of straws broken... {on the backs of the little guy }
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It will speak
of ADVANCEMENT...
promotions and visions {of the FUTURE}
The smell of SUCCESS
The touch
The taste
of VICTORY...
What are you going to do about it? 
You CANNOT STOP the machine
NOT now... not EVER...
----
The FUTURE strides upon these roads
The work CARVING itself
into the tomes of HISTORY
in search of remembrance
of days off...
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These memos are TIRED OF BEING memo's
tired.... 
of being...
{IGNORED...}
Their WARNINGS and notices 
.... tossed
..............To the floor 
..........................ONE by one 
The Waste bucket their salvation
from the PINK SLIP TERROR
the one with YOUR NAME. 
What will you do with it? 
It has CUT you...
L.....   O....
      O...     S..
             E.
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This work has no restraint
It will NOT SPEAK of
severance PAY
two weeks NOTICE
or favourable references
It REFUSES TO be merciful
Melford you're fired
Leave your stapler
and GO HOME...
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It won't TALK OF DREAMS
only the missed oppertunities
KNOCKING ON EYELIDS
of OPENed EYES
with hindsight 20/20
and illusions OF grandeur THE NORM...
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How do you use the word WORK
in a poem?
Work.
If you let it get to you
gears rust
ETERNALly grinding you
.................................down...
to the sound of printers jamming
and clocks chiming ten minutes slow...
Eternity 
When we sit on the lake of eternity
Our eyes open but blind
Will we see the world die
as we know it to be?...
Or will we be oblivious too it.... 
As we sit on the lake of eternity
never moving but always in motion
Will we step towards the future
or is time an illusion to us?...
A pendulum swing on a clock
that no longer ticks for us....
When we sit on the lake of eternity
Our ears open but deaf
Will we hear the screams
of centuries of horror?...
or will they be but mute sounds 
blocked by years of cotton
to us....
As we sit on the lake of eternity
stomachs rumbling but always full
Will we still take more than our fill
or is famine unknown to us?
Harsh and barren, the desert of the world we leave behind
When we bath in the lake of eternity
Will the turbulant waters of the world we left behind,
be remembered?....
Or will we just passively die?
To Let the world restore itself without
our interference... 
Will we calmly take our place
beside the lake of eternity
or will our eyes clear
our ears hear
our feet step forward
and things like famine be no more....
Or will we continue the wars
both with our worlds, inside and out
Once we are sitting.....On the lake of Eternity.
It is our choice, humanity
Before we are no more.
Poem by E. VA.
Arachne
Dance along the lines of fate
for it is I who lie in wait.
Be it not sorrow nor death you fear
just my cold touch drawing you near.
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, so that you may wriggle and die
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Hang yourself by destiny's cord
Save yourself from the horrors I hold
Be it not sympathy nor love you give
for there is none in the hells that I live
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, so my fangs may drink you dry
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Drown yourself in perception's lake
So that devils thirst I cannot slake
Be it not pity nor mercy you leave
for I will leave your widows, bereaved
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither, onto my web of lies
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Burn yourself in stolen light
Run from the callings of the night
Be it not sanity nor logic you relate
For I am only an illusion, you will state...
Come hither, said the spider to the fly
Come hither...
Come hither...
Until it is far too late.
A poem by E. VA
Crimes of the past 
I am frozen against the wall of the past 
Tied tightly to the frozen mizzenmast. 
I am stoned with the hatred of the world’s words 
I am whipped with sorrow as the world takes its turns 
Cursing my ancestors and my skin 
Scorning every breath that I take in 
As if my very existence were a sin 
When will the world begin 
To see people are just people 
And that's all we've all ever been 
I am locked in the cage of the past 
Thrown roughly to the bars and the stares of the crass 
I am stripped bare with the world’s tortured and angry hands 
I am banished to my ancestor’s dry and forgotten lands 
Though born there, I was not 
My skin to the world my true fault 
Enough to condemn me for crimes I did not start 
Yet by my colour the world thinks I have no heart 
When will the world begin 
To see people are just people 
and that's all we've all ever been 
I am bound to the chains of the past 
Gripped tightly until I have breathed my last 
I am strangled by the world’s hard cold stare 
I am chased violently by it as if it doesn’t care 
That I am a victim too, of the past 
Locked frozen, and choking in its grasp 
Wondering if the world will consume us all at last 
With its all consuming hatred of skin being so vast 
When will the world begin 
To see people are just people 
And that’s all we’ve all ever been 
I am not the conqueror 
I am not the conquistador 
I am not the slaver binding the world on the shore 
Yet by the colour of my skin 
My existence here is a sin 
A crime, my life 
My skin, my strife 
When will the world begin 
To see people are just people 
And that’s all we’ve all ever been 
If I could but carve my Caucasian skin from me I would 
But even then would the world remove its gallows hood? 
Or by my ancestor’s flesh would I hang, suspended and swinging by my long dark braid 
By E.VA
(Science needs to hurry up and make us all purple!)
Wedding bliss. 
Featherlight flight among the starry night 
Swooping, sweeping ever weaving 
Among the taunt tight and tender clouds 
Ever embracing, our hearts racing 
The dancing dark drumbeat of our souls 
Soft silent and violent pounding, resounding in our ears 
the musical melody giving way to madness, quickly in our years 
Above the crest the sun rests, setting in the twilight hue 
And here in the taunt tight and tender clouds, there is only me and you 
Swooping, sweeping ever weaving, our hearts intwined as one 
Featherlight flight among the starry night until our lives are done
by E.VA
The work day grind
Forgotten trails of vibrant, busy minds
Dreams, lost to the folds of time
Reality, becoming pain, sharp and bloody
Victory meaning all
Failure not an option.
Rush Rush never stop
Must finish, must finish
Deadline, deadline
Death before forfeiture of pay
Work equals hell till the end of the day.
Drive Drive, faster faster
Honk honk, impatience the norm
Chatter chatter, cell phone pollution
Must go faster, must go faster
Race Race to the finish line,
The next stop sign, forgotten.
Stress, stress, need rest, rest
Home is sanctuary, Peace of mind 
until the next day and then its back to the grind
By E.VA
Seal
 
Infernal contraption 
Dasterly deed 
Who ever made this cruel thing better take heed 
I have poked, 
I have prodded, 
I have heated and chilled 
But dispite my best, this thing will still not be willed! 
Shut tight, 
vacumned sealed 
the devil must have made a pretty penny making this deal 
For naught will it budge, though my hands twist and turn 
You'd think by now, i would learn. 
But no... Food now, in my belly get 
because the plates are all out and the table is set. 
Only one thing left to go upon the table's surface 
However still this seal denies me and its stamina makes me nervous 
Oh look who comes to save the day, my guy looking at me in that certain way. 
"You know hunny." He said with a grin. Oh how i wanted to bop him one in the chin.
 "Let me get that for you, you look like you're in trouble." Man did i want to broil and bubble, 
But no i stayed calm, and politely smiled 
Wringing my hands again for awhile. 
A few minutes passed, a half hour at most 
The guests were already standing for the holiday toast. 
"To Friends, to family to all those we hold dear 
Merry Christmas to all and may the holidays bring you cheer." 
The glasses rose high, as my anger grew neigh. 
"Hun?" 
I Glared as he drew near. 
He backed away slowly hands in the air and returned quickly and gently back to his chair. 
Chuckling and laughing at me as he sat down, taking delight in my devilish frown. 
My eyes flicker to the meat beater as my sanity begins to teeter and i glared at that cold hard glass. 
With a delicate sigh i gave it one more try 
Lightly twisting gently wishing. 
And Pop, off it came! 
"EUREKA!" I exclaimed in glee. 
That is until i noticed my guests were all staring at me. 
Standing sheepishly in the kitchen i holding the pickle jar aloft
By E.VA
Frozen 
Time passes, winter pales 
Leaves fall into bitter hands 
Looking skyward she is frozen 
Warmed only in a tear
By E. VA
Labels
 
Like knows like
Kin seeks kin
All who seek knowledge from that stem begin
Peel back the layers,research now begun
Know thyself fully before labels are rung.
By E.VA
If only I had but known
If you came down from heaven, 
Would I recognize you? 
Would my face light the night with cheer? 
Would I remember you? 
When you come falling down, 
On the ground, 
Turn around, 
And I'll be there with my frown turned upside down, 
And a warm glow deep in my heart. 
 
Grandpa, 
If you came down from heaven, 
Would I recognize you? 
Would mine eyes twinkle with giddy delight? 
Would I remember you? 
Would you still have that fairy in your pocket? 
With candy just for me? 
 
Great-uncle 
If you came down from heaven, 
Would I recognize you? 
Would I soar without you? 
Would I remember you? 
And your flying planes that would never cease to soar. 
You always found a way to turn my frown upside down, 
And set a warm glow in my heart. 
 
Great, Great Grandparents 
If you came down from heaven, 
Would I recognize you? 
Mine eyes would be raised, 
With your knowledge of the past. 
I was crazed, 
When I seemed not to listen. 
Would I remember you? 
And your knowledge of the past, 
Forgotten.
I did not know you long, 
Nor did I seem to care. 
But if you were here now, 
I'd love you all the same. 
If you came down from heaven, 
Would you recognize me? 
Would your faces be set a glow? 
Would your eyes twinkle with light, 
Like mine did so many years ago? 
Would you believe me if I told you, 
The world as it is today? 
Would you stay? 
Would you remember me? 
As a child once forgotten, with a legacy not of my own. 
If I had but known, 
You'd not live to see tomorrow. 
Then maybe my life would not be filled with this continuing sorrow. 
I would of listened more to your infinite knowledge of the past. 
I would have taken the time to soar. 
I would of caught that fairy, 
That dazzled me so. 
If only I had but known. 
 By E.VA
(written on December 20th, 1999.)
Au revoir 
We loved each other once 
beneath this hallowed full mooned sky 
but under that same moon we said good bye 
to each his own and so did we 
beneath this saddened, sick and lonely... willow tree... 
you had held me close and told me stories, of worlds yet so far, far away 
but i, a child didn't understand why i had yet to stay 
"Why would you leave me? 
Where would you go? 
Please tell me it isn't meant to be 
Tell me it isn't so?" 
You frowned slightly, eyes scrunched in pain 
and my tears started to fall, like fast approaching rain... 
Thunder made its presence known, drowning out your faint reply, 
and from within, your weakened tone, 
i had felt the complete and total utterness of being,... alone... 
you bowed your head, and closed your wide open eyes 
and beneath this hallowed moon, this darkened sky 
i held you close and uttered my last good bye... 
"Au revoir.................until we meet again"
My Heart's Angel
My Heart's Angel has given me back my wings 
To soar above the clouds with the love that he brings. 
Lighting the Eternal flame within my soul, 
This feeling of More with him, that I will never let go. 
He has lit this flame gently within my Heart 
With such warmth, such light, I do not know where to start 
I cannot even begin to describe just how much the strenght of his call lifts me up. 
I had thought once, Love, was a fragile thing 
A bell of my Heart that would never ring. 
A song meant only for others, in the choir to sing 
Yet here, before me, he stands 
Extending to me his welcoming hand 
Opening the doors to me of his Heart 
As if neither of us knew sorrow or pain, or that the tears of a broken Heart could fall as swiftly as rain. 
I had thought once, my Hearts wings to be broken 
And flying again was just a thought never to be spoken 
That Love itself was nothing more than a trifle token 
Something to be torn apart by harsh words and adventurous hands 
Banishing all thoughts of Love of me to forbidden lands 
To see forever my flightless Feathers fall free, on dim lit shadowed floors 
Knowing forever closed to me within were the sky's bright blue covered doors 
Yet here, again, before me, he stands 
Comforting me gently, and Holding my hand 
Loving me tenderly and whispering softly to me. 
My Heart's Angel has given me back my wings. 
Given me back my voice so that I may forever sing 
Given me back my Heart's bell 
To forever hear its sweet Melody swell. 
He's Lit the hearth of my Heart with the warmth of his Love 
A Depth of Love I shall pray will never cease 
For within his arms, My Heart Angel's warm embrace, 
I have at last found my place 
And one moments peace.
 
By E.VA
Six feet under in my cradle tomb 
Lost is the chance to move forward 
left behind are the dreams 
lost is the chance to look backward 
and left behind are the memories 
locked in a moment 
unable to move 
lost in the storm 
unable to swoon 
fall into nothing 
time slips away 
nothing is forever 
not even this day 
torrents of sorrow 
thrown to the wind 
words said in anger 
that not even God can rescind 
Am i so beyond redemption in your eyes 
that upon my head six feet of dirt there lies? 
That above my eyes a wooden box there lay 
that was made at my cradle for the coming of this day? 
I am not the child 
whom upon which they said would not live 
Nor am I the serpent that now 
you paint me so brightly so 
yet you both had swung the gravel 
both carried the noose 
and left me here swinging 
as the floorboards came loose 
so don't you be standing there 
eyes wet with tears 
wondering what you could have done to prevent it 
to stop it, 
these long cold hard years 
Forget-me-not flowers to line my gallows bed 
as you seem not to forget that upon them you tread 
to myself I will always wonder 
as I move throughout this harsh cold world 
Without you 
If you had ever wished 
that I was? 
Six feet under in my cradle tomb. 
By E. VA
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