Scribbles of a NightScribe

Scribbles of a NightScribe

Long After the Passing of Midnight

© 2005 Scribbles of a NightScribe

Published by LaPoetessa Poetry Press - EBooKS Collection

Cover Art: Scribbles - Long After the Passing of Midnight
by LaPoetessa

Background Music: The Alchemist by Bjorn Lynne
License obtained 18 August 2005

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Used with permission

A Cloud of Love

I could see the cloud
Drawing nearing
As the plane trembled loud
Thrusting from side to side
And all about until the crowd
Began to worry and some to shout
Of their fears to everyone out-loud
Causing group's mood to turn around
Into believing this plane, now stuck in this cloud
Would soon be scattered into shrouds
By the turbulence now so terribly loud
And all I could think was this single thought
As the screams from the crowd
Began to fade as I began to pray out loud
"...For all you've given me, I thank, thee Lord..."
But before I fall from this cloud
To be lost to this world forevermore
Let everyone feel my love as it rings loud
And let it be carried - the world around
Touching all that I've come to love so proud
And let them hear the joy inside me ringing out
Until they too can feel the bliss I feel in this cloud
Knowing the end is no end at all somehow
But just another moment to face them proud
And let my love for them reach out
And touch them in a beautiful song so loud
That they'll forget I've fallen down
And place on earth only remains in traces in a cloud.

A World of Posies

She had offered me a world
Filled with bliss and dreams
But holy shit I tore the seams

How was I to know this world
This place I'd never seen
A place so queery and clean

Would be such a fragile world
A fragile world, indeed
One that was too easy to bleed

I have no regrets in my world
And this can easily be seen
As I stand proud, ignorant, and lean

If only I understood her dreams and her world
Perhaps she wouldn't have misunderstood
When I told her to get down under the hood

I wasn't asking if she could or would
But I guess that's that - she misunderstood

A Phoenix Blossom

What journey my heart found
As my hands were held tightly bound
By a strap of leather she mysterious found
As her hands traced my chest
I felt my body arching reaching for a breast
Just to be left ignored and unable to rest
While her hands bound her dress
Over my eyes now begging to confess
For her to approve and bless
To grant me one moment of bliss
Beyond the glances of flesh I'd often miss
As she'd trace me again and again like this
My body would ache twist and turn
As the passion inside me continued to burn
Only to have her taunted me in return
And even after I woke in pool of sweat
I can honestly say I bare no true regret
And in that passion I found in her so hot and so wet
I still found myself burning to get
More of her even after I was left completely spent

A Moment to Blossom

Held in a moment
That was never
To have been
Yet these feelings
So powerful
Still transcend
Above everything that’s ever been

Passion melts his flesh
As his lips caress
Against her breasts
And his heart races
As she places
Her hands upon his chest

Lust grows within
To alarming size
As her fingers trace
Against his face
And she feels
His madness hardens
Caught in a sense
Of rapture and bliss
With their bodies wrapped
In an orgy of hunger
There desires thrust
In complete abandon

Lost in the eruption
Of volcanic flesh
Flowing with the sweat
Of their desires
They fall together
Embracing the bliss of their passion

Sated in a moment
That would never be again
Yet their feelings
Still swell
In those powerful moments
Of blissful recollection

A Story's End

Should I begin where the journey began?
With a young soul held in torment again and again
Or should I began were journey will end?
With an old soul unable to repent for the evils of his torment
So wicked is his soul that either will send
A sane person into a feeling of remorse and regret
Yet to simply try and forget of him and this
Would be a sin and a burden of equal wickedness
So in this without regret I will start from both
The beginning of his torment and the end of his repent
She was the person I could not love
Though she was the one person I longed to love
Because I believed or tried to deceive
The knowledge my heart so often reminded me

A Vagrent's Rambling

Long after the passing of midnight
He sat there hidden by a blown street light

What things had passed, had passed indeed
Like a wilting flower or a poisoned seed

His hands trembled as his mind pondered
What terrible things he'd done while he wandered

Deep into the cities wicked streets
Hoping for a chance to mask his feats

The world before him no longer so bold
His soul was blacked his heart so old

How would they learn without him there
How would they see the way he'd care

His hands so shaken and bloody rare
His dreams began to sleep without him there

And though his life was void of light
He'd often wondered what if, what might

Happen to his soul if by chance he'd succeed
To rid the world of that vagrant seed

That plagued his world, as he'd pondered
In a mindless rage discontent and bothered

By the visions he'd find, at night, by his feet
As he'd walk the naked city street

Yet he still he thought of time now so old
When he'd had a place with friends protected from the cold

His Order of Things

Death they'll worship
Beyond their breath
Beyond the terrors
Of their life after death
Death they'll praise
For all his mystic ways
For all the power he stays
Beyond their grasp
Death they'll taunt
Like a wild rot
Like a raging bull
Lame and full
Death they'll see
One day, like me
And they'll believe
Death can't be bested or deceived

A Shadow MiMe

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! I'm fine

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! look a line

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! some whine

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! a sign

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! there's no line

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! you'd whine

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! there's no sign

Oh here I am
Oh shadow of mine

Oh here I am
Oh here! Forgotten sunshine

The Right of an Honorable Fight

Tonight I write under the covet of the light
Embracing a spiritual fight once fought in the night
And though I could site the misgiving of my plight
I am content to right the errors of this night
As I ignore my sight and embrace my might
I move forth toward the fight between light
And the night and what just might
Be the end of a knight and his soul tonight
As the battle rages I try to fight this sense of fright
That seems to hold me so tight as it pulls me to the light
Forgive me, I beg, tonight as I grasp the lord's bible tight
My words trembling with fright, continue to echo through the night
Until the fight ends leaving a trail and an ungodly sight
Of bloody swords, knights, and vermin feasting in delight
As I see this, my finale sight, I close my eyes and drift to a light
That in some sense feels right
Yet seems so different then I thought it might

A Drunk, a Toast, and a Lost Coast

Let us not forget to drink
As the earth teeters on the brink
About to fall, explode or sink
So let us not forget to drink

What of the glaciers wasting away
The waters good so we'll play
Worry not about tomorrow today
What of the glaciers wasting away

Let us rejoice in a song and dance
As the world looses its pants
Fear not in its weakened stance
Let us rejoice in a song and dance

Tonight lets drink and drunkenly boast
The wheat will stay fresher near the coast
And the bread's always better as toast
So tonight lets drink and drunkenly boast

And let tomorrow come as a surprise
Because the sun may decide not to rise
Or the water may dry before our eyes
But let's let tomorrow come as a surprise

About the Author

NightScribe is a prolific writer who prefers to remain anonymous.

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