The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

freedom
21:58 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 558

freedom to exist as who i am a blessing of thought with a dream to create. thoughts blending with paper. the ink is my blood while words are my soul. each breath is history, a sweet hypnotic poetry . blending essence of americana, neon scars and white pickett fences. from the wilderness that is the mind. a soul on fire in the manic passion play of life.

the eyes of a child
21:56 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 559

in the eyes of a child i see a new way of life. freedom to love and a desire to create. in the heart of a child there is the ablilty to accept people as they are. we need to change before it's too late

silk circus blues
21:54 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 560

how many times can a man be forgiven ?

how many times can we begin?

it's easy to forgive but so hard to forget.

the wounds cut deep, far below

the skin.

if i could undo the damage i've done

if i could mend the heart that aches in pain.

my love for you is eternal babe

a sweet addiction flowing through my veins.

your heart is a temple , while mine is a fuse. is there a way to recover, from this silk circus blues?

if i could undo the damage i've done

if i could ease the pain we both feel insid

can we rediscover the beauty of yesterday

before the countless tears you've cried

my heart is river, while yours is abused, is there a way to recover, from this silk circus blues?

RAGE
21:50 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 561

SNAKE TOUNGED AND BITTER

THE CALL FOR EXILE, THE ENDLESS RAGE.

I SLEEP IN THE SEWER OF ROMANTIC MYTHS.

I AM THE FREAK YOU TRY IN VAIN TO HIDE. NICOTINE JUNKIE. COSMIC JAGGED EMOTIONAL FUCK.



I KNOW DEATH SO FUCKING WELL

I'VE DIED SO MANY TIMES IN A LOVER'S HELL. KILL ME!, RIP THE VEINS FROM MY SKIN. JUMPSTART MY EXISTANCE TO THE POINT OF MOLECULAR SIN.



TOSS AWAY THE MYTHS OF WHITE PICKETT FENCES. BURN AWAY THE FABLE OF LOVE. RACING MADLY ON A ONE WAY DEATH TRIP.

I AM A SMEAR ON THE MOTOR MADWAY. SELF DESTRUCTING WITH THE URGE TO FUCK.

untitled
21:44 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 563

fears of death

dancing on broken glass

the savage killer named love

devouring cancer of deception

bleeding heart romantic



a poet's personal hell

ashes of a passionate heart

dreams of sunny days

kisses from welcoming lips

the fairy tale brainwashing

a cold brutal damnation



the flowing wounds of betrayal

mourning the death of my trust

burning out at the pangs of youth

the closure to the dream



a monster of love feeds tonight tenderness denied once again

entering the temple of isolation

encasing my heart in a shell

sleepwalker
21:42 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 564

freedom in a box

lost highway dog child

crash and burn legacy

scarlett damnation

i drink to kill shyness

the freak in life's sideshow

racing blindly towards the after life

a sleepwalker in a world of broken dreams

ode to passion
21:38 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 565

the hunger for you. tasting the sweet essence of desire. oh how i long to be in your palace of passion . the nectar of the ancient gods, moist exile. you are my maiden of eternal love. never do i wish to escape this sweet addiction .

my love is a highway leading for your heart.

desolation rain
21:36 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 566

i lost my soul on the last exit crashed and burned on a myth called love. my fate is in the night on an empty road. windshield wipers remove the tears of the ancient souls of sorrow. there is no place for me to hide my heart. no one to share my joy or pain. living as a highway gypsy i cannot stay. forever running in the desolation rain.

untitled
21:32 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 568

a tragic irony

we kill ourselves to live

but do we ever review our existance

our universe is but a lonley place in time

from the cradle to the grave is a small

distance



each breath is history

a forbidden poetry racing towards the edge but keep in mind memories are pennies in the wishing well of time

vultures
21:29 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 570

unborn,naked,and abused

soul searching in the fires of hell

i am king of the higway eternal standing tall where many have fell outcasted from the realm of love am i satan or a man?

lost and confused society's vultures pick away at my dreams . my soul shines though slightly abused

i live in a padded cell that is called earth walking on the bones of the billions denied i am king of the higway eternal the wounds of a warrior are hidden with pride.

asphalt reality
21:22 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 571

broken wings and sharp razor claws

the fire of rage burns white hot in our fragile souls. manic landscaped utopia, did we reap or did we rape the earth? shy clownboy the village freak, come out of your shell. scream into the milky pale neon wilderness. asphalt priestess and trashcan saviours . release the years of neglect. the bitter yolk of existance, your children will one day own you .

untitled
21:10 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 573






sabrina on the edge

her mystic love channels

encased in noised reduction

september's alarming rate

insulting beauty
21:08 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 574

insulting beauty with a kiss

soft manic morning bliss

the heart is a judas inside

what is a man if he has not cried?



insulting beauty with a smile

a pauper who's walked heartache's mile

the doors are locked, the wounds i hide

what is a man if he has no pride?



the worlds of passion, urges of delight

walls crumble during the darkest of nights

surrendering to the most ancient of charms

once more i've taken beauty into my arms



insulting beauty with a single touch

pain is a wine that i've drunken too much

how easy it is to hide in what is known

i wish to see the light but darkness has shown

heart made of stone
21:06 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 575

i don't know where i'm going and damn if i care

destinations are temporary and i've no time to spare.

the rider of the pale horse is staring a hole right into me

i'm putting my faith into what's left of my fragile sanity.



lord gimmie a heart that's made of stone

send me to the land where only eagles have flown.

i been burning the candle at both ends and i feel so alone.

lord gimmie a heart that's made of stone



women come and go it's the story of my life

how many i wonder could of been the perfect wife.

my tank is near empty on this long and lonesome ride.

is there anything that can numb the eternal pain inside.

afternoon seance
21:00 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 576






the jester speaks volumes

blues rythym in my ears

the tv is the anti-christ

the children have been bought



the hippie child's now a hitler

aztec visions of a simple time

serenity is is sold in vials

even santa wants poontang



my flesh is real dammit the people cry

the lady from oceana awaits

i hide my guns the preacher whispers

the new dawn caresses my lips

seduction
20:59 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 577






in the the graveyard she dances

blue eyes that seen mostly pain

her notebook is filled with dreams

her red hair on my sweat coated flesh



we race naked to the river

her naked breasts move in rythym

teenage lust on a summer night

we explore but never proceed



she tought me to fly with leather wings

with a gallon of wine and a worn out tent

sleeping in my arms feeling safe and secure

the night of discovery passes like the wind in the trees

Motor Madway (a work in progress for over 18 yrs)
20:58 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 579

I





speed reinforced by aircraft

turnpike madness and laundromat exiles

how fast does one die?

pissing in the wind

motor madway



computer seance

the child's myth

whose to say what is real?

brainwashings and verbal beatings

the mysic road of life and death

circumfrence of madness



II



Social Hitlers Inc.

My Term For Society

killers of the mind and soul

rapist of a million dreamers



dreams die hard & fast

our elders made sure

no daughter is worthless

no son is a failure



words sting more than beatings

one day your childern will rise

the youth you now degrade

may come at you with knives



it's not to late for change

words of love bandage old wounds

signs of affection can rebuild

each action changes another's life



III



music is a form of sex

trashcan saviors of the city

i feel safe in darkness

tenderness can sting like cancer



trade my tender heart for peace of mind

i was once the freakboy, a village idiot

my dick knows that it can not rule me

my soul knows that it's time to hide





IV



the romantics are the poets

but the poets never find love

the dreamers are the future

but the dreamers never see tomorrow

highway gypsy Pt. II
20:55 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 580

i'm a nicotine whore

vices create inspiration

i've cheated death in the past

a lustful maiden with razor claws



give me a bullet to bite

give me a chance to write



i am a nicotine whore

my cosmic essence guides my hand

look outside at the wonders of life

look inside to kill the pain

highway gypsy Pt. I
20:51 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 581






look at you

look at me

the reasons are gone

was it pure fantasy?



we could cry rivers of tears

yet the result would be the same

let's drink a toast to the best of times

instead of drinking to kill the pain



i am a child of the night

the highway is my bride

i have to keep moving on

my fate is simply to drive

memo's from the higway gypsy
20:50 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 582






the sweet smell of night

freedom behind the wheel

out here i am a legend

motor madway calls my name



the ancient spirits have awakend

their tears shower my windsheild

searching once more for the buffalo

will they forever haunt the stolen land?



the creator has turned his head

forsaking a world that preaches hate

we're born in blood but do we have to die that way

the cosmic theater now awaits us all



give us more time to change

escaping the social insanity

there's money to be made in killing

let us leave the madness and create anew



moths dance around the headlights

reminding me of our fragile existance

the road home seems so long

motormadway forever haunts me.

the reborn and the dammed
20:49 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 583

the reborn and the dammed , a life of choice a time for seduction . the higway is my lover and the night my friend . nicotine fingers tapping out a beat on the wheel. i am a wolfchild,i am a medicine man of dark sexual cravings . i've seen the edge and i've walked it's dangerous line. i've seen satan and i spat in his face.i am the highway gypsy , my blood pumps electric urges , erotic seance of leather and skin. dance with me in fevered ectasy . my meat is pumping with ancient sensai . pain and pleasure blend into an addicting tonic . melting bodies of seduction and sweat . a pubic jungle of intensity . lust cries of pure ritual passion. grinding savage seance exploding into orgasmic reality

sweet assassin
20:48 Sep 17 2006
Times Read: 584

she comes to me in dreams with a single black rose in her hand . her raven black hair covering me as we lie in the wet sand. kisses turn painful as her white fangs puncture the pulsing veins of my neck in ectasy . i taste the sweetness of my blood on her tounge as i lose my humanity. at first i am the prey though now i am the hunter as i lay her down for heated passion . as daylight arrives i must hide in the caves with my sweet assassin