
        Blackbird.

        This is my first *real* poem, at which I have actually TRIED to
        write something decent. But, not being a poet, I guess it sucks.
        Anyway, I kind of like it... felt good to express myself as such.
        So, without any further commentary on my part, I'll let you read
        and laugh...

        Frost/dCb

        P.S. -- It hasn't been spell checked, and it seems I have lost
                some of my English skills since I left school... =(


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I sail through night's restless waters, sinking to sounds of moaning duos.
Wishing for most beautiful wind to fill next to me the plain white sails.
Drown the sailor in lakes of desire and lose him in oceans of unending pain.
Who may wish to help navigate this water-taking boat? And how, filling pails?
Held responsible for all disastrous; relations never had, who else to blame?
Lost my paddle to oblivious surroundings, with nothing to satisfy my thirst.

A sheep without shepherd, awaiting innocently for a predator to sink teeth.
I approach with love and care, my warm wool pale in comparison to fox's hide.
See them push me away with ultimate unworthiness, gratifying my frustration.
As the Bible's words, my heart and blood unspared for all; my soul bled dry.
Passion and dazed love my intimate unholiness; forever killing sacrification.
Drink of Smirnoff's Holy Water and see evils vanquished; drink and purify.

I behaved as a battered hound deprived, fed nothing but rejection.
Back at chain's end, cowering from "master"; fear of beating's repetition.
Everyone my enemy of painful jealousy deep, I growl -- bark at them all.
No longer certain of life's worth; a dog wishing to bury his OWN bones.
Not even one my accomplice of sexuality cheap; fate of this innocent criminal.
Scratching behind ears with canine claws, poking at my mind with questions. 

Waking at dawn's first light, planting my seeds of jealousy and dishonor.
Watering these with my tears of loneliness; gathering the fruit of my labor.
All hope I have lost in a stagnant pond of emptiness, no one hears my call.
Come to me and learn the true values of this humble man, love me and see.
Succumb to my temptation of your dear sweetness, I beckon you to take the fall.
Life's long waiting will soon be over, as I will surely soon cease to be...

[eof]
