Well, as I promised here are some poems.... there are quite few have fun...


A dreamer left to dream alone
Only becomes entwined in a hopeless
Web spun through time and
The ages, for all their reasons,
Leave me saddened at the loss of
Unbidden fortitude, of youth, and
I feel old

Time is not a healer of wounds
Discontent is really a demon
Disguised by a veil called humanity
On which the worlds reality feed

Renee H

2/4/04

Fear Lead Me Not, Fear Lead Me No More.

An open wound intensified
Behind the veil of onyx shadows
Reflections of a nightmare
Seemingly real
Living among a web of circumstance,
But..Still alone
With the memory, a heartbeat
Pounding out the dream sequence
Over and over until the visions
Become cloudy with a myst
Laying its body across this nightmare
Suffocating the flames, removing
The vise with which it holds you
And the fear subsides

Renee H.
1/26/04

Written after a nightmare about my ex-husband D.


Lady Moon

No, the world has not heard her name
No not yet anyway.
She does not concede to a defeat

Like a vamp, like a ghost, like a
Wisp of the ancients
She floats on down
On through enchanted nights

She never mentions the word magick
No, not on this rotation
Sometimes you can hear her talking,
Chanting to the ancients
Drawing down her moon
Calling forth, invoking a power
Borrowed on a favor of God &Goddess

The fate is something
She has not met, not yet
And still she keeps on

Like a vamp, like a ghost
Like the wisps of the ancients
Calling on the moon
Call her home

Renee H.
1/14/04


No Strength of Character

The world revolves on a disposable
Society, reeking of decay and
All that will be left is the plastic
Shell we mutated to

Below the surface I hear Humanity
Screaming for release, gurgling
For air

Renee H
01/26/04



Prelude To A Change

Living every night
In shadows, in darkness
A veil across a doorway


And as the rain
Swept across her heart
She washed clean the
Haunted spirits of old
Dwelling within her
Lonesome soul
Bathing in loves silver light
Drowning all sorrows
Dancing with the wind,
Becoming one with her moon
And the ageless faded away
Among her Dark Moon vision



Renee H
2/4/04


Sexuality

Into the soft folds
Of forbidden love
Seeking a absolute
Mystique to compliment
Her own psyche.
Torn between worlds
Living one by night,
The other by day
Longing for ALL
Her woes to take
Leave from her heart
And drift away on
The soft gentle wind

Renee H
01/20/04