A sonnet, "deathTouch"

I had a dream; all that was beautiful—

All except the featureless plain—ruined,

The sun waned and light forever faltered.

Below the fallen heavens and cryptic moon

A rose bloomed in its infinite glory,

I pluck that which is perfect in every way,

Bringing forth love before it wilted away,

And with it all that was alive and green.

Familiar lands became featureless plains,

Stars once bright paled—all that was once true ceased.

Than I 'woke; all that was earthly departed,

The sun had extinguished and sky emptied—

'Till in all certainty forlorn by the void

All that remained was lust forevermore.

Flower ~ a poem written in high school

Flower

Dear flower,

What is the purpose of Life

If it were not for the emptiness of death

That could answer?

Why do I seek to be satisfied

If it were not for the fear of hell—

That we may never experience such pleasures

Of love and bliss?

But nay! Tell me:

What of the fiery and death

That thou bask and glorify in—

The Sun—a sphere of fire?

How can one seek pain and call himself 'live,

As to care for family and Wife,

And yet be utterly numb inside?

Rising toward agony!

Do thou not flinch at the site of filth

Nor turn away at the stench of flesh,

Unless wind blow thee 'round?

Do thou not cry as thy children are consum'd

Nor ponder the feeling of loss,

Unless Nature's rain chance?

Is it so paradoxical to be 'live and dead

That it is pleasurable to love and kill,

And live contently with a heart torn?

Then beauty should cease,

As we do not possess any compassion

To live nobly,

As we bask in suffering.

I asked, what is the purpose for being alive

If it were not for the emptiness of death?

Thou hath failed to answer

A testament of being dead. 

Isle of the Dead ~ a poem written in high school

I tried to combine Isle of the Dead with inspiration from a gaming clan called, "deathTouch."  Please tell me

what you think I can work on, and do parts not make sense?

I had a dream; all that was beautiful--

All except the lustrous Garden--ruined,

The sun waned and light forever faltered

As the stars paled into oblivion,

The crumbling Moon fell up on the sky

As all that was 'live and green went ablaze,

Glorious cities once festooned in gold

Fell beneath the abyss which circled Earth

Becoming a Rock barren of verdure,

The laws of the Universe failed-truth ceased!

Under the cryptic Moon and starless sky

Shield'd by the raging Sea on an Isle             

A Rose bloom'd in its innocent glory.

Rowing calmly through the murky water

Under the darkening night always so,

Approaching closer to the misty shore

As the distant sirens reveal their woe,

Cursed souls screaming above in dismay

Forewarn us of the awaiting horrors

But we row on in total ignorance--

On towards salvation: the Golden Gate.

Lo! Not far ahead there is a light--                

A Garden whose joy blazes in fervor

And luscious green could fill the void whole.

Upon arrival a rose bush lay limp

Ecstatically alive glowing blue.

I pluck one which is pure in ev'ry way                      

Bringing my love before it wilts away,          

Then a soaring soul cries out in warning:

"There's no such verity as unfalse hope,                    

Learn from your mistakes and you shall be spared, 

If not, here you shall eternally dwell!"

But in misunderstanding we remained

And rowed toward the upturn'd depths of hell.

We jest in play never seeming to know:

There's a place one cannot go and return

And we are at this place forever so.

Cursed souls crying far up above                   

Sing in sorrow for our horrific fate,

So when the rose buds curled up and fell

Whose shine was truly fire and not beauty

And thorns pierced our flesh 'till blood poured out

We rowed on slowly with our newfound hate

On past the screams through the closing Gate,                      

And lift'd up now in full understanding                    

Dead up above soaring forevermore!

Then I 'woke; all that was earthly depart'd,

Familiar lands became featureless plains,

The Garden had blackened to heaps of ash

Except the rose whose memory still burnt;

The Sun had extinguished and sky emptied

Except the Moon whose fiery fell as rain

That engulfed mankind in its warm bosom;

The ruined cities fell beneath the cracks

Deep into the cataclysms of hell

'Till the Isle itself sunk into the Sea

Draining whole into a massive whirlpool.

When nothing remained,

God the Savior conjured a rose bush;

But as the heavens ruptured He lost hope

And abandoned His Kingdom to chaos.

Oh Hot Woman! ~ a poem written in high school.

Oh hot woman! that creature so perfect

Fell deep in love, and gazed upon this man

‘Bout whom she fantasized, always coupl’d

Ne’er alone nor depressed, but happy

With this dream, and truly obsess’d.

She had Him upon her arms, ne’er concealed

Nor ashamed of love, so oblivious

To His desire, lest He r’veal the truth

And utter neglect, forever bewitched.

He ached for her, wise of their deep bond,

And ne’er discouraged by the failure of Time

When true love succumbs, b’fore grave’s epic end

And curs’d frailty, does death not prevail!

But nay! a fantasy at best, all gone

Whilst ‘tis day, when His gaze speak to her not

Nor hands clasp ‘round waist, d’spite passion restrained

In eyes repeatedly bewilder’d, void

Of thought for Her: a seclud’d oasis

For love’s demise—an illusion alas!

Oh Emptiness enshroud’d, He hates her

Surely unaware and blissful, in want of

Other Maidens anxious, c’rrupt desire

And eyes inviting betwixt, is satisfied

Without her, forgive his failure!

Lost upon the shore, thrust on to the earth

Fallen amongst the damned, forever shunned

With the forgotten, finally begott’n

And remembered ne’er alive, but deceased.

Her body obscene, transfixed in peace

To be laden with dust, buried in d’feat

No longer loved, but e’er alone instead.

Her face so serene, pure angelic heart

Inflict’d with Love b’griefed, abandoned

Hope and desire beguiled, does she not know?

Oh hot woman! ‘bout whom I fantasized,

You will never know, for you are now gone

Ne’er to be cherished, acquired by hell

Blind’d by the depths of despair, toward hate

And emptiness depart’d, hair dulled plain

Whilst lustful body decayed, eternally lost

To me her name and vivid memory;

Oh Forgotten! ‘bout whom I spoke and loved,

Angel out of reach fled, come back to me

Before I join you, lest shape wane e’ermore

Against Time’s ‘lluring crypt, should my legs

Fail b’neath, deceitful falsity triumph'nt!