Shado(w)Katt's Poems:


Raw

I have told you where i stand
i have laid myself bare
i am at the edge of oblivion
do i walk away
do i stumble
can i stand with my back straight
after so long hunched with the weight
of emptiness
filling my void with nothing
day in and out
is it too much to ask
for more than someone
wants to give
is it wrong to think
that maybe
for once
hopefully
i can be first
or must i teeter on the
edge
of hell
or must i walk away
before my last tear
is my first
of my new life.

Time isn't my enemy
it is not my friend
i neither shun it
nor hold it
but it erodes me
slowly
ever so
slowly
as if i
am the only
buffet for the
wind scouring
the mountain
of my soul.

Do you see the sun rise
from the depths of mist
like beauty
beholden
unto joy,
i can't
because it blinds
me
throws me to my knees
with sorrow
that once i too gazed
toward the beauty of life.

Once i cared
once i sang
to the
sky
that the moon
peeks out of
through the clouds
hiding the mystery
of nature
and now
now it stops
me in my tracks
and i cry to my
Goddess
that i may never
hold her
i may never be
held
i may never be
allowed
this weakness that
consumes
me,
devours
me,
paralyzes
me.

Have you ever
wondered
what utter despair
feels like,
it is like
knowing
all to well
that you have done
Everything
and all you may have
is
nothing.

Because,
c'est la vive.

Cal 00.

Head, Heart & Soul

Have you ever just known
that it was okay that you'd blown
the most important thing in your world?

You become at peace
to say the least
that with letting go
you were sure it was so
that your heart filled with love

Quite weird to think
that within the time of a week
you went from misery to joy

Content to know the truth
sought after in your youth
when you stopped aching
and your limbs stopped quaking
you filled with life's meaning

You think upon things gone
some good, some bad, all done
and you just...smile

Cause you'll take none back
and you no longer lack
anything to make you complete
simply cause you did meet
the match to your soul.

cal.
April 22, 00.



Crave

searching grasping reaching
for what is not here
but there

aching desiring thirsting
for yesterday
today

Screaming ranting pleading
for lack of emotion
w/ devotion

crumbling falling collasping
for to much time
not mine

searching desiring pleading
for us
make it thus

cal
April 25, 00.



Ache

I'm tired of the songs that rip me to shreds
Tired of the way i fall in heart at little things
wanting you in my arms, against my body
I want release from my pain,
into joy


what i would give to look you in the eyes
see you smile mischieviously and alluringly
or get those little lines between your brows from my pranks
they are all in my head,
i want you


do you think me a fool for my love
do you cry at our loss
how can i end your pain
for i have enough pain
for us both


can i hold you again i wonder
can i smell your hair
can i touch your face
or is that forever
never to be


We cry at our loss
cringe at our reminders
of how much we love
and how unhappy we are because
we know


When you go to sleep at night
i sleep with you
when you look at our star
i see you too
because you are
my soul

cal00.

Dream Visions

Dream visions
wisping and flittering
a bright future hazed
only by limitations
of strength to go on
of will to overcome
that which is undone...

Do you see the sign
that marks the time
to jump and forget
anything you might regret
just close the eyes my dear
and the surprise you never fear
will open itself
on an empty open road
with everywhere to be told
once yet always
behind the steering wheel
of life...

I dream of a life
played out in my head
I dream of a way
and want to start yesterday
dropping everything
succumbing to nothing
I will take the road
I will travel the paths
burned in my mind
by way too much time...

Opening up,
budding if you will
into a phoenix of fire
flowing freely
with all of my desire
holding, waiting, aching
for the road sign
that says it is indeed time
to mount up and ride out
and then I will show you
what I am talking about...

Heaven to some is in the sky
yet for me
it is to run wild
and free.

Cal 10Mar01.

Softer Side

I have a softer side
wrapped in crushed velvet
or maybe cheap pleather
shiny and crisp...
my softer side gets a wee
cobbled by the flaming
feelings of the other fish
for it is a fickler, fiendish
duality...Yin and Yang
Male and Female
Soft and Fiendish
The complexities are quite
satisfying when taken whole
but when segmented by
jagged words or filamental
phrases, I fear they aren't
so keen on merging, on
showing my softer side...
that other me.

Cal 30Mar01.


Poems
Heartfelt General Funny Angry Commentary
Raw Edge Boobie Freedom Strength Total Eclipse
Head, Heart, & Soul Selfish Boobie Tale #32 (Untitled) Dear Diary
Crave I Apologize Boobie Takes a Ride No Cares
Ache Knowing Boobie Tale #00 Bitter
Dream Visions My Song to You Boobie Tale #99 Labeled
Softer Side Fantasy Bony Butt Last Laugh


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