Loreena McKennitt

Beautifully haunting voice, ageless music, poetic lyrics and you have Loreena McKennitt.  Here is one of her lyrics to the song, Mystics Dream from her album "The Mask and The Mirror". 

A clouded dream on an earthly night

hangs upon the crescent moon

A voiceless song in an ageless light

sings at the coming dawn

Birds in flight are calling there

Where the heart moves the stones

There that my heart is longing for

All for the love of you

A painting hangs on an ivy wall

nestled in the emerald moss

The eyes declare a truce of trust

then it draws me far away

where the deep in the desert twilight

sand melt in pools of the sky

Darkness lays her crimson cloak

Your lamps will call, call me home

And so it's there that my homage's due

clutched by the still of the night

Now I feel, fell you move

and every breath, breath is full

So its there that my homage's due

clutched by the still of the night

Even the distance feels so near

all for the love of you

A clouded dream on an earthly night

hangs upon the crescent moon

A voiceless song in an ageless night

sings at the coming dawn

Birds in flight are calling there

Where the heart moves the stones

There that my heart is longing for

All for the love of you.

~~Loreena McKennitt from "The Mask and the Mirror", Mystics Dream

Encroachment

Encroachment - n. 1. The act of entering gradually or silently upon the rights or possessions of another; unlawful intrusion.

So here we stand upon the stubble artifice of your ingenuity,

black-hearted subversion 

It came so easy for you.

Congratulations upon your success and victory.

Pale hollowed out ghost of what you once were

forgotten among the pages of life.

Forever like a two edged sword,

always black and white

Ever leaning closer to the black.

So here we stand upon the stubble artifice of your ingenuity,

black-hearted subversion 

It came so easy for you.

Ramblings of Crazyness (Aka: Crazy Ramblings or Crazy Girl Rambling Please Make it Stop)

So I realized that most of the poems that I've EVER written have been quite depressing, melancholy, and dark. But I've also realized that those poems have all come from some part of me, some part of my life that I have lived. So in conclusion my life is depressing. HAHA! just kidding! Made you catch your breath there huh? hehehe...
No, it made me realize that, yes at some point I felt that, yes at that point I went through that, but that I also survived. Yes I went through hardships, and trials, and life changing stuff but I came out a better person. "Here," I feel like saying, "this is what I went through, and if you've ever felt the same don't worry your not alone. And you CAN get through it. There is light at the end of the tunnel, you may not see it but trust me, its there."
It also made me realize that maybe I should publish on my blog happy poems everyonce in a while... ;-)

Blah! (I can't think of a title at the moment and its more like a little poem blurb than anything)

The laugh was charming with a cruel ring.
Hypnotic you thought you had become
But soon your venomous screams were heard at an unsuspecting victim.
Cutting like a knife through everyone who heard.

Insert (stick tounge out)

If I could cut you down to feel the way I do. I feel they'd be nothing left of you.

The Broken, Bleeding, & a Scream

Somedays I want to erase it all!
Stranger, you don't understand
sit there staring, prejudice etched across your features
narrow minded prick runs through my mind!
I don't want to be who you want me to be.
This is me,
accept it!
or can't you see anything beyond your eyes.

I can't even have you hear me out
let me say something, anything!
Stranger, there you are
Lying to my face
shattering promises
so much anger
and hatred
Hatred
HATRED!

All those times I handed you my trust
you took it in you hands and crushed it behind a charming smile
and handed me back its dust.
Your appologies were poison behind sweet lips.

But Stranger, you failed
I'm not as misserable and pathetic as you
Stranger you failed
and times like this just makes me wear the biggest grin.

Walt Whitman

I like Walt Whitman's poems, most are short and to the point. Describing much without using too many descriptive words. This is my favorite of his. Enjoy!

A Clear Midnight
THIS is the hour, O soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best:
Night, sleep, death, and the stars.

Walt Whitman (1881)

Evermore

The numbness has set in
locked inside myself
I sit staring at nothing
deep in muddled thoughts
Translating my inner demons, darkness, and fears before me
will i sleep forever in this deadened state?
do i even care if I do?

Darker Skies Darker Nights

My venomous screams swallowed up in the darkness
taking every ounce I had
You ripped heart and soul
you said together forever
fallen short on promises past and present

Illusions, thats all they were
thats all we were
now we are nothing
transparent like a ghost
but blown easily through the breeze like petals on a cloudy day.

Regret

Forgotten amoung the ashes
my life pasted me by
silent movies
meaningful-once

Let me fall away
let me take me away from here

Broken, fragmented thoughts
memories
dreams
all meanginless now
never to be remembered.

Crying Tree of Mercury

In my ectasy of darkness
hollow, unyielding
bitterness of sorrows
life never knew life never felt
billowing hatred,

hemmorage of spirit,
salvation only in ones solitude.