Tag: Poems

  • One Enchanted Evening (R.I.P.)

    One Enchanted Evening (R.I.P.)

     

    Father, hear my silent cries,

    Mother, read these naked eyes.

    My heart, it longs for a land that never dies;

    My mind, it longs to kiss remembrance good-bye.

     

    “Lie with me.”

    “Fly, be free.”

    Condemn myself in virginal honesty.

     

    Allow me truth, the meaning of life;

    To feel the warmth of a fluorescent knife.

    A land so rich with cerebral treasures,

    And filled with love beyond any measure.

    Lie with me.

     

    Maddened from lachrymal rains

    Rusting these mortality chains,

    I depart and rid my thirst for pain.

    I now leave and feast off the reaper’s vein.

     

    “Lie with me.”

    “Fly, be free.”

    Deliver my soul to endless tranquility.

     

    Arms of the gods, wide and receptive,

    Anticipate effects from the sedatives.

    My mind, body, heart and soul of debris

    Forever purged in eternity.

    Fly; be free.

     

    *****

     

    The castle lights are shining bright,

    The drawbridge door lets out a roar.

    I’ve one last chance to make the dance

    And take reward for freeing the sword.

     

    *****

     

    I’ve made it home,

    Safe and sound;

    Free from world

    And its endless rounds;

    Rounds of sadness,

                                  Rounds of gladness,

    Rounds of blindness,

                                          And Rounds of madness

    Rounds of diffusion,

                                  Rounds of illusion,

    Rounds of depression,

                                    And mass confusion

     

      —the bell has rung………your song is sung—-

    — light’s flash red………the silence grows deep—

    —you’ve found your bed………now go to sleep.

       ………and rest well integrity’s wayward child

    for soon you must return to these wretched shores

                                   of the lost……………..and of the wild.

     

    © 2001, 2012, 2017 Mark Rogers
    Scenic Photograph © Kien do
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  • Hell Is For Children

    Hell Is For Children

    Window of time — years ago —

     

    The birth-givers disrobed and produced babies to throw

    into the abyss where they would not grow.

     

    But grow they did, from seeds to weeds,

    into carnivorous men and goatish women

    longing for tall fires in deaths’ cold breath of life.

     ancientorgy

    Thirsting for sexual domination

    in the semblance of licentious obedience,

     

    Ball gags,         Whips,              Rubber sheets…

     

    Love in Chains

    Invigorating cruelty served up daily

    with their bread and wine,

    While upon the heavenly humiliation

    of invasive maneuvers they would dine.

     

    And the birth-givers, who no longer spoke

    in bombastic tongues,

    Could only watch with shameful amusement

    as the perverted night ate their young.

     

    Top Drawing – Bacchanal Of Putti by Nicolas Poussin
    Bottom Drawing – Unknown. Originally posted on Sassydog.net
    © 2012 Mark Daniel Rogers
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  • Roots

    Roots

    My tree stands alone

    In the midst of a

    Vast grassy field.

     

    Allow me to introduce to you,

    A place where time and reason

    Both must yield.

     

    I come here often

    In my mind

    When my heart is weak of feeling

    Towards mankind.

     

    It is my one and only

    True salvation.

    But, we are taught,

    A shameful destination.

     

    Vertigo!

     

    Ecstasy at a stand still.

    The stories this tree could tell.

     

    The dream is the same

    Time and time again…

    I emerge on to the scene

    Hypnotically focused upon my tree.

     

    The tree………………

     

    The root of all my evil.

    It awaits me;

    And as I draw near,

    In my state of slumber

    I can hear

    My girls’ voice

    Beckoning with fear.

     

    “I won’t be coming home dear.”

     

    I’d ask you to join me for a picnic ’neath my tree—

    Cool in the shade.

    But I know you are timid and frail

    And one must not be afraid.

     

    Color, creed and status

    Lay defenseless

    Here or anywhere

    Around the aura

    Of this wilderness cathedral.

     

    For the tree is my stage

    And each blade of grass, a spectator

    Filled with curious envy

     

    The sun is my spotlight

    Beaming down hard

    upon my every move.

     

    My subconscious directs

    And northeastern winds supply a subtle groove.

     

    Ahh, placid animosity.

     

    Peace and tranquility

    Stem from this tree.

    I must have some,

    I must take a leave…

     

    So I climb the tree

    And give it my all.

    And the rope around my neck

    Breaks my fall.

     

    And now I see

    And now I crawl

    Upon dirt floors

    ….in an ancient hall.

     

    © 1991, 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Daniel Rogers
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  • The Silent Fright

    Puppets dance uniformly

    In boundaries of assigned squares

    Starvation and gluttony

    Rapidly grow into a common pair.

     

    Portrait couples,

    Afraid to catch an eye,

    Stir in quiet shame

    Of feeble attempts to rekindle

    Sparks……of a Duraflame.

     

    These are but a few dark truths,

    Which add to the sum of Silent Fright,

    And which swiftly fall from my heart

    Now that I have seen the end’s light.

     

    © 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Daniel Rogers
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  • Yesterday = Today

    Slow and languid, the train of thought

    which still insists passion be bought

    under hazel skies children are taught

    to worship God………….so greedily sought.

    © 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Daniel Rogers
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  • Ch-ch-ch-changes…..

    To deny change is not to grow,

    Or ever pass go,

    And never to know

    The answers to questions

    You long for today.

     

    Head of clay,

    You can say that today

    You don’t care to be aware

    As long as you  stay- – – –

     

     – – -the same

     

    remain- – – –

     

    vegetablized, minimized,

    – – -emotionally paralyzed.

     

    Frozen memories of a yesterday

    That you once knew

    Never to digest or recess

    Inside of you-

     

    There is unrest.

     

    You hate your life

    But you love yourself so.

    Soundly impossible,

    They’re one in the same bro.

     

    As the world changes,

    So must our causes and views.

    It is changing now—

    Turn on the news.

     

    I used to believe

    In justified homicide;

    A life for a life, an eye for an eye.

     

    But,

    Change soon found me

    With it’s merit and zest……

    ….. And now, jaded heart of failed test’s,

    I believe life eternal would be best.

     

    © 1990, 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Daniel Rogers
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  • Farewell….

    Sunlight blinds his eyes;

    paroled at last.

    Don’t follow me,

    tay in the past.

     

    You will always be a special friend

    But this is now and that was then.

     

    You gave me character,

    you made me wise;

    But, I’ve outgrown

    that deceitful disguise.

     

    Your meaning long expired. I once again, move on.

    You only existed to lead me to dawn.

     

    Your anger so volatile,

    your passion so rich,

    I lead you to fall

    into the endless abyss

     

    of nightmarish memories and dreams unfulfilled,

    Where wide-eyed restless youth alas, grows to be killed

     

    By the insatiable heart, swollen with emptiness

    and festooned with scar;

    The heart which catapulted your journey

    for that sun above, away so far.

     

    The unreachable sun,

    The intangible sun,

    The alluring and tempting, orgasmic sun;

     

    The sun which now

    Burns through my eyes

    Visions of aging terror.

     

    I bid you farewell young man,

                   ……see you in the mirror.

    © 2001, 2012, 2016 Mark Daniel Rogers
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