The Steps to Paradise

We find under our tiring feet
The end of this endless fleet
Of stoney steps to serenity.
But a blink in the eye of eternity
Yet a journey that has taken a year.
We now leave yesterday hitherhere.
Hoping of promised health
Dreaming of tomorrow's wealth.
Just a few more strides to stride
'Til we reach the otherside.
'Hind the yonder climax
We can breathe and relax.
Before climbing the stairway
To a sunlit day.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Starve

I don't deserve
To hold your hand
I don't deserve...
To demand
........Just here to serve

I serve my heart
On a pretty plate
I serve to start
The fire of love; too late
........And I starve
Starve to be
With you forever
Starve for thee
Partaking; never
.......Please feed me
Feed me air
Kissed with your word
Feed me anywhere
That is part of your world
.......Don't let me hunger
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Necro Birth

'Tis such a dismal day
Naught could be more trist.
Sepulcher stone swallowed in gray.
Twilight lay 'pon midday's wrist.
Somber droplets escape my eyes.
Alps polter in the vaults.
Haunts taunting what therein lies.
Nightmares long bitter truths, naught exalts.

I bestride my personal Golgotha.
Bound to thy cross; thy landmark.
Immerged in noir gothica.
Sinking, drowning in the dark.
Seeking hold where life slips away.
Memories anchor to sordid stone.
Clawing deep into the cold cold gray.
Reminding me I'm alone, so alone.

No sorrows accompany me in abundance.
Plagues and pains fill my heart.
Strength vanishing under their encumbrance.
This shell naught more than a pushcart.
Shoved and shovelled full of mourn.
I cripple under their weight.
Burdened with memories of forelorn.
Resting 'hind this cemetery gate.

Stretched out my pleas for return.
Prayed for what is gone
Now the world shall burn
That we may see a new dawn.
The thieves will pay.
Taken all from me.
Now let them pray.
Let them see.

What it means to exist in misery.
As my light rises once more.
returned to me from eternity.
From infinity's claws restored.
Taste my endless pain.
Feed, feed 'pon my wrath.
May blood poor like rain.
Bleed, bleed it's a blood bath.

Rise my Darling, from thy grave.
Return, my Love, reborn to me.
Accept the sacrifice I gave.
Cleanse me of my misery.
Fill my life as once before.
Walk with me til the last.
Enlighten my heart once more.
Thy death be of the past.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Forevermore Nevermoor

When the pipes of pan sing
Echoing through the darkening.
Spellbinding dirge of night...
Luring into the moonlight.
He plays his flute
They follow without dispute.
Pan abducts the lost children
Under night's flowing apron.
Leads them to the moor
Makes them young forevermore.
For he is damned to the night
Flying in the moonlight.
Hunting souls; lost in despair.
Haunting the night air.
Collecting companions just as lost
As his heart of frost.
Never growing decrepit and old,
Forever young and ice cold.
Youthful antics forevermore
In the shadows of Nevermoor.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Infernal Love

 

Singed by the air

I inhale

I don't dare

To exhale

For fear to lose

This passion burning me

I just refuse

To set the flame free

Die internal

Sigh external

Yearn infernal

Burn eternal

Scalded by the tear

On cheek

Drifting as it sears

I'm too weak

To wipe it away

Too tired of pain

To let it stay

Yet I'm slain

Die internal

Sigh external

Yearn infernal

Burn eternal

I burn

I yearn

For love eternal

For love infernal

Scorched by your look

Void of desire

A passionate crook

Stole my Heart's fire

Turned it on me

In a backdraft

Brought my world to knee

Burnt it 'til nothing was left

Die internal

Sigh external

Yearn infernal

Burn eternal

I burn

I yearn

My world burns

The wind turns

I burn

I yearn

For love eternal

Get love infernal

© Jerry Langdon 2016

Darling Don't Cry

 

I know my Dear;

I know you fear

When I'm no longer here

But in your grief

I'll give you relief.

I'll be here

I'll be near

My love will be by my Dear.

Until my last breath

And after my death.

Naught will keep me;

Naught will hold me

From being where I must be.

Even when I'm dead

I'll be on your bed.

Darling don't cry

When I die.

You don't have to say Good-bye.

I'll be the ghost on your side

I'll be there to fill the emptiness inside.

© Jerry Langdon 2016

Romancing Rain

I'm so jealous of the rain
How close it is to you
Drenching; caressing
Your skin
I coul not restrain
What I wanted from you
Spewing; confessing
My sin
Were I the droplet
Slowly drifting down your body
Petting; dancing
How insane
I couldn't stop it
To explore your entire body
Kissing; romancing
In the rain
© Jerry Langdon

Darkest drear

Enter my nightmare
Shall you ever dare
Beast dwells therein
Blacker than black skin
So dark it swallows
Light and shadows
Teeth like diamonds; bright
Prisms in absent light
Alluring deadly knives
Conceived to snub lives
Terror self Gods fear
Confined in darkest drear
Chimeric beast of fright
Devourer of light
To Gods of madness
Pray to escape sadness
From gloomy depth
Flee thy death
Beast closing in
Feel it writhe within
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Wak by the river

    It was a beautiful early Summer day. The sun was shining and there was not a cloud to be seen; perfect for a strole along the river.
I liked it there, it was so quiet and one could ponder over life or just think about nothing at all. There were park benches every now and then, usually occupied by some mother with a buggy or older people that would feed the gulls or ducks to pass time. Every so often you would find a couple picnicing or men fishing off the banks. A kayac, boat, or barge would pass once in awhile.
   
    Yeah it was nice there on the river.
  I had stroled along for quite some time taking notice to the gulls gliding about and the ducks drifting along on the water. It had begun to get darker. I looked to the sky. Still not a cloud to be seen, and the sun was at about 2 O'clock. Yet it was dark as dusk. I found that strange, but didn't let it bother me. I continued my strole. It was after all still a nice day. I came upon a young boy; maybe 5 years old. He was alone and looked lost. He was whining, calling for his mother, looking in all directions. I felt sad for him and I too looked around. I seen noone but the boy. I tried to calm him down and asked him his name.
   He answered, "I don't know."
I asked him where he last seen his mother.
   He said, "I'm not sure."
By this time I was confused but the boy was obviously lost. I asked him what his mother looked like.
   He answered,"I don't remember."
Now I was irritated and again looked around to see if I could find anyone that might help. When I looked back to the boy he was gone. He must have been flink because I didn't see a sign of him anywhere.
    I thought about making my way back but decided that I wanted to have a coffee at the cafe' not all to far away. So I set off again. A short distance along the way I ran across two men fishing.
  
          I shouted,"Hey guys caught anything?" I didn't really care it was just out of nonsence that I even asked.
          One of the men shouted back, "Only thing I've caught is a case of the ass and probably my death of cold."
   I found that peculiar as it was a rather warm day. Then I seen an elderly lady sitting on a bench and decided a short sit would be nice. I walked over and noticed she was picking a loaf of bread and tossing the bits to the ground. I was certain she was feeding the gulls until I noticed the birds were black from head to toe. She was feeding a bunch of ravens. I couldn't remeber ever seeing raven around here so that was a first. I asked politely If I could have the seat next to her. She just knicked her head not making a tone. I took a seat and watched as she fed the ravens, that would hop around pecking the bits of bread. I tried to start a little small talk but was answered the same silence. The only one besides me that wanted to talk were the ravens that would caw whenever I asked a question. They would eye me; sizing me up and caw. I felt uncomfortable so I wish a good day and continued my way to the cafe'.
   A little further down the way I saw an old man with a cane, walking seemingly in place. I asked if I could help him.
        He answered, "Son we hasten all too much and still we waste so much time. It is all just energy lost. I'll keep it slow. If I'm late I'll still be early enough."
  I could see the cafe' then and walked over to it. I was just taking a seat viewing the river when I noticed a crowd of people standing at at a pier. I couldn't remember having ever seen a pier there before. I looked around the crowd and seen the little boy from before. There was a woman kneeling down in front of him, hugging him. I guessed it was his mother. Then I spottedThe old man, and the fishers. Then I spotted the elderly woman that was feeding the ravens. All the people I had stumbled upon on my strole were there waiting for something.
    A strange fog had begun to build over the river and move towards them. I could hear a creaking of wooden planks as the strange fog neared and dissipated and an old barge docked on the pier where they were waiting.
   In that second I felt a tug at my shoulder, then  everything went fast. I was dragged to my feet and with blurring speed down the path I had walked.

The sun burned my eyes it was suddenly a bright day again. I found myself lying on the ground and a woman was giving me CPR.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

Mother Awakes

From under blanket deep

Waking from long sleep

Where not only willows weep

As she begins to unfold

Blooming pre-summer gold

She mixes pallet bold

With brush of hand

She strokes colorful band

Across the dozing land

She stretches her arms

Strikes in hearts alarms

Flirting with colorful charms

She flaunts her aspects

Highlights her accents

Every moment reflects

A beauty awaking

The is no mistaking

She is breath-taking.

© Jerry Langdon 2016

Black Spoon

Cook my life in a spoon
Paradise is coming soon
Get this angel soup...
In my veins that's the coop
Can taste Heaven already

Life is one big shadow
Feels so damned hallow
Just a moment of peace
Let Heaven release
Upon my tortured Soul


Cook my life in a spoon
Paradise is coming soon
Sink the needle deep
Feel tranquility creep
The shadows fade........
© Jerry Langdon 2016

No remorse

I'm a meglomanic
Psycho addict
So insane
Live for pain


Enter my mind
Leave reality behind
It's better here
Face your fear


No remorse
Sorrow's a corpse
Hung to dry
Bye, Baby, Bye


Taste the agony
And be free
No tear spent
No rescue sent


Have a seat
Let us eat
Swallow your tears
Wallow in fears


© Jerry Langdon 2016

Bleed

Thought that wound was sealed

never to bleed again.

Guess it never really healed

'cause it's open again.

Thought I had forgotten you

but you never left.

After all the hell we went through

Nothing should be left.

All I have is my blood

that you have shed.

Bathing in the torrent flood,

wishing me dead.

Took everything I own;

have nothing more.

You skinned me to the bone,

lumped on the floor.

Guess that wound never sealed

'cause it's bleeding again.

Guess it will never be healed.

Here we go again.

© Jerry Langdon 2016

Deadly Beast

her eyes the door
guarding the way
to nevermore
that frigid gaze


her lips inviting
the gate to Hell
her kiss consuming
my final cell


so beautiful
so deceitful
so obscuring
so luring


her heart my prison
in deepest damnation
where demons have risen
ensuring my cremation


her arms my chains
locking me away
bound to my pains
until my sanity frays.




© Jerry Langdon 2016

Burning Dawn

I sat hypnotically gazing

As the sun bled upon the horizon

My Heart, Mind, and soul grazing

On the birth of morn.

A torrent pool of blood

Flowing, streaming, bleeding

Into a vast azure flood

Fading into forgotten death

Bleached away until erased

Leaving only an eroding memory

As had predecessors faced.

Deceased to the birth of new.

© Jerry Langdon 2016

Wounds, scars, success

So many things cut deep.
So little heals the wounds.
So often a soul must weep.
Nearly never is it heard.


How deep is the pain?
Does your heart want to burst?
Are you caught in the rain,
Freezing from the cold?


Every cut tells stories.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become memories.
Memories cut so deep.


Remember those nears and fars,
They are past and future wounds.
Wounds turn into scars,
Scars become the proof.


Proof you went through,
And lived to tell the stories.
Proof you know what to do,
And you will survive.
© Jerry Langdon 2016

No Gray

Could you

Would you

Want to
Need to

Love me

Hate me

God this heart

Is falling apart

Was there ever a time

I was worth a dime

Confusion is all I see

So can you tell me

Did you

Do you

Want to

Need to

Kiss me

Eat me

I need to know

Where did it go

'Cause all that I receive

Is feelings that deceive

I'm plagued by uncertainty

So won't you please tell me

There's no black and white today

Nomore simple shades of gray

I find it confusing

Everything but amusing

Confusion is all I see

So can you tell me

Could you

Would you

Want to

Need to

Love me

Hate me

Did you

Do you

Want to

Need to

Kiss me

Eat me?

© Jerry Langdon 2016