Drago Lee's writing

[DragoLee]

So herein I have put/will put some poetry I've written. I'm debating having some things published, but I don't know if this stuff's good enough.

Rains of Sorrow
Then comes the rains...
a mother holds a blanket
weeping silently when finally
her tears have all run dry.

The rains cry when she cannot,
and a father sits alone again.
He watches countless raindrops fall,
understands from whence they came.

The lightning crashed, a baby cried.
The baby cries no more today
but still the thunder echoes.
Time is stopped and slipping by...

The timelessness of life and death
are painfully present in the silence
between the flash of new lightning
and the crashing end of thunder.

Swallow the sob there in your throat,
the skies cry often enough for us.
Embrace the pain and keep it close,
but be not frozen by black roses.

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Duality of Want
Your scent intoxicating,
your touch, innocence
M-make my blood sing.
You should not be here.

She stinks of fear.
Her skin so soft;
tear it from her eyes,
let her see you

Curling up against me,
wanting a protector.
Y-ou've found shelter,
shade beneath the devil.

Foolish little b***h!
why don't you show her?
let her hear us laughing
at her foolishness!

My arms strain for the effort,
mustn't harm the pretty flower.
B-but you've already fallen.
I just haven't shown you yet.

 

[DragoLee]

redface well...suffice to say if it seems unclear then either I've failed to communicate ti well, or...you haven't yet stumbled across the darker sides of want. I wrote this one to try to capture the way a friend of mine handles himself around women. Creepy guy.

and yes, the black roses signify death, more specifically of one who was loved.  

[DragoLee]

An tho Sleep drags his hooks
heavy upon mine eyes,
O Muse, you hold me nigh.
How cruel, this attraction.

Fine whiskey warms whilst
slumber beckons gently;
you luxuriate in the ether,
sensuous essence bound to pen.

How can I resist you?
Tell me O Muse, I beg thee.
How fickle, O how cruel
a mistress ye can be.

 

[DragoLee]

Don't cowards die
the slowest death?
Taste their venom,
taint us all.

We fight for our last breath,
this stealing death,
this senseless terror.
Are we all yellow inside?

From mere dust we came,
worms braving the world.
Now ancient inside, forlorn.
To dust we fear to turn.

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What must it be to live,
born a falling raindrop?
Falling so fast through your life;
where shall you decide to fall?

With others like you,
grass or field or road?
Will you drum upon my roof?
Will you kiss my daughters' cheeks?

Wash me clean of humanity!!
drown me, that I may rise anew;
Quench my spirit's thirst for rain,
lips raised cracked to an endless sky.

 

[DragoLee]

Sleep wants naught to do with me,
seeing the mark upon my brow.
I am cursed to feel and write,
paint my soul upon the page.

unspoken reveries, ghostly now
sweeping down my spine
visit my penman's hands,
pricks and jabs and cricks.

The price of expression,
this crackling of my bones.
Someday I'll rest 'neath earth
entombed with pen and paper.