Poems and Stories by 'JR NiteWing' Part 1(7724 total words in this text) (890 Reads)  He writes and paints so wonderfuly I truly would compare him to the beloved Lord Byron and his writings. I am truly a fan. His writings make me both swoon and cause my fangs to grow.
~Katharina Katt
Poems and Stories by JR NiteWing
~Written by 'JR NiteWing'
© Copyright 2000-2007 by JR NiteWing.
Just this.....
-J
Lover
Did you hear the empty caress
moving through your mind
like silk upon the jagged rocks
of your fantasized memories?
Did you hear the cries
lifting through the vapors
coloring your eyes
in the darkness that claims your dreams?
Did you touch the cold glass
serrated by promises
never meant and never felt
breathed in a mist that shatters your heart?
Did you feel the dirk
slice through your sacred protected soul?
Leaving its trail of forgotten blood
as your screams are devoured by the kiss
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/28/2002
Just this...
-J
Fractured
Drifting words in metaphors seek
painting the picture upon the canvas
the stylus scratches and the mind bleeds
while the eye looks again
deep again
to where the shadows burn with fear
Pallid sounds scream in ice
held in laceration the talons tear
still the words drip
like poison honey
upon the virgin's veil
stained by the ichor of promises slain
Bleeding words the oaths are screamed
dripping from cyanic lips the pain dies
embraced by the void
entranced by the sound
of words
once again dancing from the dead seraphim's wing
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/25/2002
just some words....
Hope they find some favor in your eyes..
-J
Fyrewords
Bend the lines to touch the heart
feeling the embers as they climb to spark
Drink the depths that embrace the need
held in reverence on ethereal wings
Stretch and arch through passion's doors
find the meanings beyond the soul's floor
Covered in sweat and held aloft
the dance drapes over and kisses the stage
Caressings find voices that whisper in heat
choices find answers as passion cries meet
Embraced by fyre the feeder gives back
released by the lust the power is aback.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/24/2002
Not really all that much, but here it is...
-J
Where?
Where is the measure
that holds the answer
within the question
that is never heard?
Where is the voice
which chants the meter
inside the tomb
that is never opened?
Where is the hunger
that screams for satiation
without the vessel
that holds the fyre?
Where is the meaning
within the riddle
which blinds the heart
in the vacuum of perished love?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/22/2002
hope I don't wear this too thin...
-J
Simple Question
Tell me why
we are here
Tell me how
we came to this space
Tell me why
before these tears crack dry
Why.....
Why are we here?
Speak this to me
the answer keeps eluding me
I look to find a niche
but the light is banished
from sight
So tell me
before the curse lifts
just this once
is all I beg
Why are we here
and you are never
near?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/19/2002
Rough night....
-J
Nightwalk
The dream is colored by the night's blind light
draining the hues into the black cold wetness
Sounds whisper from the earth through the air
reflected by the stars like a million uncaring ears
In dark the steps falter
stumbling through solid ebon abyss
claws from the night seek and tatter
scraping my heart with its rapacious blade
Chants hold frozen with lips gone dead
the maw opens wider spewing its bile kiss
In dreams strewn on the cracked rock path
shining with blind man's vision, reflected in onyx light
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/19/2002
One of those days, I guess...
-J
Eulogy's Dirge
Softness holds the sounds
which only call in the darkness
etching their needs upon the eyes
dripping slowly through the velvet rock
Silence kisses the cyanic lips
uttering vows already forsaken
yet still the breath reaches up
embracing the fyre in a lover's bond
Drenched in the sorrow
the vision still screams
held by the iron tethers that are spun
by the rabid spider of fate
In this labyrinth of ethereal paths
beyond the journey and within the heart
encased in ivory the ghost wanders through
only to collapse upon its lover's tomb
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/18/2002
pfffffffffffffffffffffft::::::::::::::
(how's that for an intro?)
-Jerry
Nope
This is not a silly love poem
I just don't do those things
So don't expect to hear those words cantered
describing your love like a caressing Spring rain
No, this isn't an insipid love verse
filled with lines of flowers and sun
those things only reek with laughter
as you read them with your heart so strung
I really don't feel this swelling
that beats so deeply within me
even though you may cause me to daydream
It really isn't love, don't you see?
So, don't look for lines of passion
nor devotions made to the gods
You'll just have to quietly imagine
even though my heart and soul sings out
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/8/2002
Just a few verses, hopefully they will warm you a bit...
-J
For You.......
Did you listen to the wind
as she whispered those words
singing so softly in music unheard
beyond all others but your heart
Did you hear the soft kiss
that touched you at night
dreamt in the dark while still awake
as the stars stood watch and kept the velvet close
Have you felt the warmth
caressing through your soul
holding you close
forever protected in cradled arms
Have you seen the fyre
embracing the love and held so dearly close
creating the circle bound by a Kiss
eternally bound beyond the imagined abyss
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/23/2002
A few lines....
for whatever they may be worth...
-J
Moments
In the moment between you and I
where silence holds that special kiss
sung on the fingers of the butterfly
dancing on love's breath
In that eternal space when time moans
drifting through the colored ether
stretched by tendrils of light
undulating to the prismatic spell that is you
In the moment where all is seen yet gone
fleeting through the soul's eyes
glistening in the crystalline colors
that create all of tomorrow's rememberings
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/28/2002
Sometimes, it just comes out in little peeps....
-J
Light
Words in a line stretched through the sieve
colored by your mind and whispered on your heart
Sounds in a string held by your breath
formed by your dreams just before sunset
Images that fly beyond your soul's mind
tasting the crescendo that is held in holy light
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/13/2002
I couldn't think of a title for this one....but then again, sometimes, titles are rather....arbitrary at best...
-J
(untitled)
In those thoughts that hold us closer
never showing the darker colors
held by the razor knife
dreamt of through fevered sight
calling the name
Through the maze that clings to your mind
gripped by cold and claimed by anquish
never to see the light
only kept in solitude's eye
drained yet unbroken
Reaching through the ice ghost fog skin
holding nothing but hope's death grin
seeking what has been slain
drinking from the cracked chalice's veins
Softly suckled by night's sigh
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/9/2002
A new year....
A new poem?
Well...what the hell, right?
-J
She
In a whisper she holds me
cradled in the breath of her arms
In a whisper she shows me
all the colors of a faith I've long lost
In a whisper she protects me
with wings of soft feather steel
In a whisper she uplifts me
like the smoke from deep vespers wished
In the moment she takes me
flying above all fear and pain
In the moment she remakes me
only to let me find myself again
In the moment she creates me
as demons and angels pause in play
In the moment she endows me
as my wings stretch to catch the sun's embrace
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/1/2002
This one's a bit......
rough.
-J
Night flight
In the musings where blackness holds
drained by the night
where the hunger holds
deep
Touched with the need too feral to claim
shattered by moans
the shards slice
on fire wings
in flight
Reaching
Clawing
through the ether
the cries turn to cold
stone
drowned in their blood
the hunger returns
only to feed
from the sky
so vacuous and void
Suckled and slain
the nighthorse flies
as the scythe bleeds
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2001
Psssssssssssst...
guess who!
-J
Dark Dance
Drifting words silenced touched
kissed in the darkness by coldness held
Sliced by visions that sing of naught
embraced in the ice of death lover's kiss
Dreams that paint upon your eye
dancers scream, twisting through the blooded sky
Stained in lust the writhing unwinds
arched in the hunger of craving's bend
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2001
Ok...one more, for the night..
-J
Memorium
Empty thoughts holding very still
grasping the tendril of life's dead chill
cloaked in memories the warmth is shed
like drippings from a canvas after the brush has fed
Embracings held in solitude with nothing in place
love is a silhouette that slices through a ghost face
Dreams held frozen the dance moves on
as the burning kiss freezes and then is gone
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/13/2001
Psssssssssssssssst....
Remember me?
(I'm still breathin')
-J
Listen
Listen to the voices
that whisper in the dark
dreaming sounds that color
upon the mind's silken cloak
Listen to the music
their harmony pretends
listing through the ether
on gossamer wings upheld
Listen as the moments
drift through your soul's eye
kissed in cold burnt embers
the memories drain dry
Listen with heart elan
embracing the deepest needs
wrapped in leather the steel melts
like the fallen angel's tears
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/13/2001
No Problem
Please don't worry
I'm really quite
ok
I haven't felt any better
this is just a passing phase
or so I
say
It isn't something to worry
not a problem
at all
I think I'll be just
perfect
if I can only get
this howling jagged dagger
out of my
heart
(c) Jerry Robkoff
10/11/2001
a few lines scratched....
-J
Empty Asked
Have you heard the sound of empty
have you felt its hollow blank call?
Have you felt the song of nothing
when it drains your very heart away?
Have you kissed the other devil
as she flays your dreams to ribbons?
Have you cried through the dead tears
only to drown in the mountain of ashes there?
Have you felt the death that never ends
that only drifts as a dung spider over your head?
Have you held the hollow life
that was once the mirror's glow
Have you heard the screaming siren's promise
as she stabbed you with love's jagged pick?
Have you followed the dark angel
only to discover his face is yours?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
10/11/2001
One of those mornings...
-J
Sweet Dreams
The hollow of the night wraps tightly
dragging into its embrace
suckling me with cold tendrils
all warmth erodes away
The scream of night is echoed
by the screams of pained love gone
the dream that was forever
is crucified on the demon's wall
No vestige of light is remembered
no whisper of softness remains
just chars of life now slaughtered
bleeding gently into shard rain
(c) Jerry Robkoff
9/27/2001
Why
I'm wondering why
despite the hollow emptiness of no answers
I keep looking here
when the blank dark steel mirrors nothing
I keep asking how
when the reasons scoff the measure
Is the madness the only method
or is the sanity only a false god we grasp?
I keep reaching high
but the words dangle through limp fingers
I'm asking why
but no reply is made in the screaming deafness
I want to hold the color close
but am only blinded by the shards of the vacuum
Yet still I keep begging why
but the echo never returns my reply
(c) Jerry Robkoff
9/10/2001
Sweet Dreams
Blind eyes staring into the light
never holding the heat that hungers
Empty souls drifting through the mist
meandering like fools on a forgotten quest
Hopes fall vanquished
cut to shreds with a kiss
yet through this scream
your only reply is your back
as you sleep farther away from me
(c) Jerry Robkoff
9/8/2001
Love Song
In the bend of the mirror twisted
between the thoughts and screams
In the touch that burns with a searing cold
darkly entreating with promises lied
In love sworn through the din
of oaths made paper thin by blood
Dreams that shatter in a word made
in shards of tears sliced deep within my soul
(c) Jerry Robkoff
9/3/2001
Solitaire
Touch the sounds of words whispered hard
against the skin of what was once loved
Caress the cold as it burns your soul
in promises screamed with each soft kiss
In clawing scratchings that turn and twist
find your center that bleeds in darkened mists
Seared with the demon's love and greed
yet still you beg for more as the blade cuts deep
(c) Jerry Robkoff
8/11/2001
Elan Morte
Close my eyes
in the darkness let me feel
coldness of the kiss
drinking the jags of life as it spills
upon the stones of hope's ice
Drain the chalice
to the crusted globules festering
slicing my lips on the promises
turned and made again
only lost in the winds of your eyes
Scream through the light
let the fire burn dark from within
cutting with vivisecting glee
my soul that is no longer
me
(c) Jerry Robkoff
8/10/2001
Rapture
In the sight of a vision called
dreamt through another's eyes
Held by the scent of the whisper's arms
kissed yet never really kept
Holding the colors that dance from within
scattering with the slightest breath
Through the ether the call touches
with satin tendrils that sweetly burn
With spectral walk you wander
in dreams you never truly hit ground
The music summons your very essence
as you cry with tears of ecstatic joy
(c) Jerry Robkoff
6/2/2001
Ash
Hollow holes carve into black chasms
emptying their void as the echoes scream
into the silence
beneath the maw's abyss
Blind sound assaults as the deafness grows
stunting dreams with promises never kept
bleeding through the night
the colors of death smear
Drained in endless strife the body erupts the soul
crying in wracked agony the festering grows
twisting the stone which holds the light
extinguished between pitons' kiss
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/27/2001
3AM
Black ink splatters on the mirror skin
bleeding in droplets down
like fingers searching
for the waiting earth
Scars scratch thin
deep into the cold sheen
draining with each bite
the blade drinks again
Ebon screams curse and flail
accusing with each breath
the pain arches in fire
only to be met by a razor's kiss
Crimson blots the black
feeding the hurt the cacophony lingers
spreading ever thicker the globules bubble
bursting with venom as they scald the skin
Mirror eyes dead and vacant
see only the nothing that cries in vain within
drenched in foul false love embrace
the blasphemed dance begins again.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/22/2001
Pebble
Take a pebble from the stream
let it fall as it sings
touch its skin where it rolls
give it to your lover and let it grow
A simple stone without adorns
still it rests close to the heart
pulsing with a heat that comes deep within
protected with love it chants its rhythmed beat
Touch the pebble and see it swell
growing in need it sings its own voice
pass it between the heart and mind
letting it touch the soul it entwines
Painted with colors not seen with the eye
etched with a fabric that carefully binds
the pebble continues its trek through your life
kissing the essence of your heart's sight
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/16/2001
Sky Songs
Did you hear the voice whispering
a song that danced upon the light
sweetly echoing through the tendrils
of the sun's fingers
that stab between the trees
pointing to the ground like polished nails
leaving yellow circles of warmth
in their sight
Did you hear that music in the sky
swimming through clouds
bouncing in blue vibrations
that careen as it sings with the color
of night
Dressing the air, the laughter builds
eyes of the goddess flame and thrill
heating the passion as she embraces Earth
with a lovers' command the sky cries forth
and melts through the whytefire black of night
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/117/2000
Littles
In little breaths the steps are cut
drawn from the darkness
the light slices back
In tiny draughts of measured grain
the sand cuts stone
bleeding rock from the wound
In small tapping bites
razor wide the slice is screeched
like glass on slate the rasp shrills
cracking the ice but freezing the flame
drenching with wetness of passions unleashed
spitting in gasps as it stains and burns
Through tiny cracks that release no light
spears of venom puncture and bite
draining so deep they drill and stab
gnawing the flesh that cremates in their hands
Small thin cries the oaths melt away
shattered by passions of the winged seared soul
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/16/2001
My Turn
I need to ask you
Do you have it?
I thought I did
but
this isn't it
I really wanted
that
but this isn't
it
I thought you had it
right there in your hand
(The shiny one with
the sparkles)
I really did
but you didn't
and this just isn't
it
Can you look again?
I'm sure you'll find
it
Under the blankets
or by the stove?
I hate to be a bother
but I really did want
to have
it
You say you don't see it?
But I saw you had it
yesterday
I saw you tuck it away
In your pocket
the one with the zipper
and the tiny heart lock
Didn't you?
So is it that?
That's the one I want
Not the other one
You broke that one
Isn't that it?
Damn.....
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/16/2001
Black
Black iron cuts the eyes
shutting the light as it burns the sight
Bolted tight the screams are not heard
just whispered
in gasps
as they die, crawling on the stone
Blind dreams slash the hope that burned
nothing is left
even despair has flown
Drenched in sweat of another's lies
clinging to the ghost of what was promised
and died
Black ichor stains the festering wound
soft stinging slashes caress and burn
words are the talons that cut gaping chasms
the abyss welcomes the fall
as the blooded spear impales the soul
(c) Jerry Robkoff
2/13/2001
Nauseum
I don't understand why the ache is there
why it continues beyond the words
I don't understand and it hurts even more
to see the pain grow and fester below
I try to see but nothing makes sense
no logic no rhyme is all that I see
The method is mad the madness cuts deep
yet still it continues without any release
So tell me now, because I really need to comprehend
why this wound is opened and will not close
Is all this for jest
or perhaps some insane play?
Or is it a joke
and the punch line I've missed?
Please wake me from this dream
I just want to see
Yet all that is here
and all that repeats
is this stench that won't leave
and this hollow ache that hurts so
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/27/2001
Morte
From the silence of the moment
to the question that resides
never flowing through the ether
only holding tight inside
drifting further from the center
calling back in tones unheard
screaming blindly in the darkness
till only dreams are left unturned
with a moment filled in heat
the rhythm is complete
as the dance again repeats
Voices echo with the singer
dreams that sing to echoed tongues
when you felt it reach its climax
did you run to find the one
that would keep you safe in silence
while time's minutes melt and die
till nothing is remembered
but the scent of love gone dry
Still the music kills the light
as your demons turn and bite
in the frenzy of death's flight
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/25/2001
One Moment
Just another moment
in a second or two
just one more chance
to let this come true
Just give me second
that's all I need
to catch my bearing
and to know what I see
I thought there was a start here
something that would last
I thought I saw it just there
but now it's vanished and passed
I coulda sworn I had it with me
held it close in my grasp
but all I have is this mirror
reflecting images that never last
So just give me a moment
it really won't take too long
I'll go out and find it
and tie safe with a lover's song
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/24/2001
Listen....
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
didya hear that?
not that...
THAT
I know it really isn't much
but did you hear it?
or not?
There it is again
I know you musta heard
It isn't very loud, I know
but it's there
right there
over there
did you know?
Alright, so it's tiny
and it doesn't seem to have much
but still it keeps on doing that
did you hear it?
yes, that!
Well, don't let it bother you
don't lose any sleep
I'm sure it will go its way
eventually, I think
But still...
did you hear it?
did you hear just now?
that's ok,
the truth is
I didn't hear it
anyhow
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/23/2001
Fyre
Into the blaze
the cry that summons the need
calling from within
within that space
that deep fyre space
reaching with talons
steel and barbed
hungering with a light
greedy for another Kiss
Will you dance?
Will you take this step
to that place
to that hunger space
touching
claiming
holding beyond life's very core
Ripped asunder the feast unleashes
raw with the passion
taken and relinquished
in this dance macabre
released to the night
in screams that angels deny
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/23/2001
Hungry
I'm hungry
there is an empty pit within me
and I'm hungry
This heat that keeps churning
calling from deep inside
I'm hungry
Yet nothing seems to sate
only the pain that continues to ache
I hunger
And I call out from within my soul
to take and claim
because I hunger
But only an echo answers my plea
with this empty chasm in me
Dark hunger
The abyss draw wide its maw
I am holding to what is left of my sanity's claw
and hunger
As my lips cover my prey
fangs press and search for sweet flow
abate this hunger
I can taste but still don't feel
this need like a cracked dull nell
still hungers
In the void where black grinds and chews
spitting up the grisly residues
of hungers
Till nothing is the shadow that still clings
like a torn cape that's crumbled and draped
around my hunger.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/22/2001
Sky Dance
Velvet glances dance in the sky of sight
drifting on strings
touched by the gods
sleeping beyond their caverns of white
Fingers of light sketch and bend
darting through the air's flesh
drinking deep the sweat
that bleeds from the clouds as they cry
Tendrils drip in cascades of silver
splitting apart as they fall
kissing soft the ground in worship
whispering love in their final embrace
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/20/2001
Spirals
Through a mirror in the middle
of your mind that circles slow
ever changing in its patterns
turning faster as you slow
drifting further from the center
as you touch the outer side
holding to a final halter
as your spirit falls and glides
shifting through a misted realm
colors swirl as light unveils
with the dance that claims your will
Still the movements gather rhythm
touching hard upon your soul
burnt etchings rob your senses
folding tight into the holes
always groping but not seeing
still the music leads you on
nothing stays but just the ending
where the opening is rent
fusing cold within your soul
drifting to their final goal
dragging death beyond love's wall
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/17/2001
Orisons
Velvet touches dance on the skin of the sky
reaching up in offerance, embracing the lie
in the vision the song meets the voice
driven beyond manner and denying the choice
Screams find the start of a space not known
shattering the colors and replacing what's shown
the heat of the center is kept held from within
yet only the eyes betray dark sin.
Where is the meaning that is cloaked yet revealed
what does it matter when nothing is concealed?
When only the cadence is felt but not seen
the gods give blessings on scars burnt and obscene
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/17/2001
Fyre Lust
Close is the touch that feeds the flame
binding to the center what is never truly named
Caress meets kiss as flames collide
igniting in passions the feral beast rides
Arching hungers ravage and claim
dancing with the liquor of rapture regained
Cries ripping upward to the waiting sky
embracing the eruptions, as wings spread and fly
Tearing the inferno with renewed urgent delight
Feeding the beast as it embraces its own flight
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/17/2001
Three
In the heat of a dream gone mad
thrust beyond the spears of life's needs
dreamt in colors that splatter on slick walls
of a mind gone mad from the sun's eyes
Sliding through the passages that glint and cut
down to the point of the blooded cusp
spiralling wild in crimson fury
shattered in the mercies of the demon god
Crests mount upward in towers of tears
gripping like cold fingers upon blank fears
drained beyond recovery the beast cries out
filling his gullet with love's lost fount
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/16/2001
Dangle Words
Turn the paper and scratch out words
find a meaning in the white virgin skin
where there is only one
to hold and then be gone
hidden beneath the fibres of your mind
Touch the pulse that feeds the thought
drinking the rhythm of another's thought
tasting the need
feeling the greed
as the paper turns once again
Still the sounds form and shape
coloring our hearts and heating our minds
so dark in the blazing light
the images congeal and take flight
as the etched scrawling grow in line
Eyes to words the beat is there
continuing on despite the fears
finding solace with truth and lies
never caring for whichever will tie
only the pulsing need that continues to feed
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/16/2001
Hell Eyes
within the gods' lair of hellfire
the screams of dead passions rise up
drenched in the ice of their fires
the choral lament moans high
within the lair of dead fires
where dreams collide with blind eyes
smothered by ash of the living
they defecate from beneath the sky
within the lair of ice fires
where they stab in a mad jolting frenzy
to a cadence of dark demons chanting
a dirge of life blasted again
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/14/2001
Doors
Doors face your eyes in that hall of your mind
wondering what awaits on that other side
picking a path unknown and unwalked
with steps not your own
in a world that is torn
Open the portal and choose a way
the light is so dim that it hurts
Feel the sweat drip into your brain
the fear builds to crescendo
yet the air is quiet thin
Follow your steps as they lead through the dark
without a light that will guide your heart
the sounds of the day mix and dissolve
tomorrow is gone
and the past has been cut down
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/14/2001
Cuttings
Daggers in my heart
bleeding from within
draining what is not there
but what had once been
Daggers dance again
feeding deep the wound
drinking what is gone
and leaving just a tomb
Steel that cuts so keenly
with serration in its kiss
the pain is only half done
before the kill begins
Yet even as the blood dries
and the stain is washed away
the reverbing scream of nothing
still holds its deathly sway
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/14/2001
1A.M.
Just a night
just one short night
filled with the darkness
of a bed not right
Just a night
without the sight
the coldness keeps reaching
into the black dark light
Just some words
only a few short words
saying almost nothing
but slaying just the same
Just some words
a couple of common words
cutting open my soul
and ripping out my heart
Just one look
it wasn't even long
never really seeing
but staring into me
Just one look
it was a very blank look
the windows of her soul
became dead mirrors to me
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/14/2001
Stone
Tell me what you want
what you really truly want
tell me what it is that you need
tell me what it is
that will make this go right
tell me as you turn to leave
Tell me what's inside
what is scaring you so
tell me why you need to run away
words fall from your lips
but nothing is really said
only that you need to leave
Tell me what is true
what fear to be so true
tell me as you cover your tracks
it's really no big thing
you said you're coming back
yet you lock the door and run so fast
Tell me just this once
why you need to run
tell me while my arms can still feel your warmth
is all this just a lie?
did it really finally die?
or is this just the first of the final goodbyes?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/13/2001
Creations Undone
Did you hear the echo call
from behind the scream
on the wall where the etched blood whispers
did you hear it as it called?
Did you see the sky as it fell
slowly in the rain the mountains cried
watching the clouds cringe
in their death pain throes of cold birth?
Did you feel the air slice
rending the ground as it clawed the sun
with black stars singing their howling dirge
to an insane moon who danced on and on?
Did you see it over there
all of it as it exploded in the air
with a light so black as snow
freezing us all in its death fire glow
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/11/2001
Pick A Card
Pick a card
any card
slide it from the deck
Pick it now
pick that card
and place on the deck
Pick a card
but not that card
its colors are too bright
Pick a card
that other card
and find a place for it
Pick a card
the funny card
the one that is so safe
Pick a card
the other card
the one that's away from the deck
Pick a card
and keep the card
but keep it next to you
Pick a card
but don't keep that card
that card can't belong to you
Pick a card
another card
and try to remember two
Pick a card
and then toss the card
the game is finally through
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/11/2001
Lover
For love I would hold you close to me
keeping you safe from the demons beneath
For love I would warm the ice that flows from the sky
and make it a crown to illume above your eyes
For love I would slay the beast within
banish the hordes of Satan's minion
For love I would crawl through night's jaws
to give you a pillow to sleep safe from harm
In your love is what I seek
to hold you so warm and complete
away from the spears of the minions below
flying to heaven with wings of clear gold
With your love all this I can do
to bring down the sun and release sister moon
To make you a castle where dreams soft abide
where you will know only warmth and never need hide
All this I will pledge and even more for you
for only that kiss that forever brings me to you.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/10/2001
Fantasia Burnt
touch so softly the thought that is held
dreamt in a song that plays through your mind
singing on the wind of your breath
sailing through your soul and resting
upon your mind
caressings made with promises voiced
draped in dreams that curtain your eyes
like velvet fingers descending down
blanketing the hurt that bleeds you away
silently seeking in a maze of reflected eyes
crashing through glass yet being hurled aside
clawing the sky with butter soft nails
dripping like dew from the flower's palm
only to rest on the needle's point/
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/10/2001
12 Lines
Serrating a mist that swirls from within
drifting your mind as it drinks
Draining the drops that draw so close
down through the death of what's near
Tasting the thoughts of another's wet dream
sizzling like acid sublime
Cutting the ice with a talon of steel
Only to uncrack your mind
Singing in notes too high to hear
straining to catch the sky
Flying to god in a chariot so clear
as it flames through the sky's blank eye
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/8/2001
Dancer
Find a space of color and form
shaped by needs that call
Drape it tight from end to top
tying it loose from below
Color it with lust and need
spread it over the blind
Painted in hues of sparkling black
devouring what it truly lacks
Etch in the skin the runes that rule
drawing the powers from night
Dance with the sun as he mates with the moon
flinging his star children in flight
Spread the colors and seek the sight
as the dream takes the flier high
Softly opening the folds of your soul
and whispering the secrets of the night
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/8/2001
Chars
In the mirror the eyes look deep
finding chasms that burn and choke
In the mirror where souls are charred
finding solace is a foresaken art
In the image that is painted here
upon the sheen of forged tears
In this picture that holds the gaze
the demon laughs as the heart decays
In the circle that burns the square
drinking the life as it spits and flares
Nothing remains but the cracked design
cremated to ruins into a stabbed raped mind
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/7/2001
Stop
I want it to go away, now
go away into the dark, now
I want it to go
fly from here
and go away now....
I want the blade out, now
take the steel and stop the twisting, now
I can't hold it
can't bleed no more
I just want it to stop, now
I want it to vanish, now
I tried my best and it's done
I can't hang on these nails
the blood is gone and it's done
Why won't it go away?
I want it to stop, now
stop the hurt and the pain
I have nothing left, not even tears, now
I'm just a mirror of your insane ways, now
Stop the cuts, and let it go
now
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/7/2001
Cyber Madness
Write one line get back three
send the letter and what do you see?
Wait an hour and wonder if
what you sent has been eaten yet
Still you write and still you send
but no reply from the other end
Watch the screen it may be now
but you click on your mail, and have a cow
What is with these cyber gods?
Have the lists gone amok and wild?
You slave with words that you want to share
but nothing shows up as you pull your hair
So you send again, just to be safe
and six hours later, after you wake
Your email is flooded in triplicate or more
you only resent once, you ardently swore
So now you send this, and you wonder again
will it arrive and if so when?
Proofread and typed you click on send
But deep down inside you know it won't end.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/7/2001
Hungers
You reach across through time
to find the path you thought was gone
You hold it close
but it just shakes off
You feel the growing fires
of a heat you can't describe
and still you burn hot
in primal desires
You seek the fleeing sky
with eyes that fear the dark
You trace the dying light
but you can't hold tight
The screams are taking you now
but you only feel the iceness
of what is left so cold
in ashen fyres
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/6/2001
Madness Held
Vacant callings
where a thought is held so close
In the motion
of the wind that dances with a host
Through the canyons
and into the open abyss
Above the voices
that still sing in spite of all this.
Reaching higher
as fingers of light bleed dry
Screaming softer
the twistings of time slowly die
Blind rememberings
on a slate that has no skin
Cold forgivings
cutting the heart that beats herein
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/6/2001
Little Nuthin's
Little words on little signs
tracing pictures into little minds
Little verses sung on little walls
holding patterns that cannot call
Tiny touches on tiny hearts
bringing nothing but pointed darts
Tiny notes in those tiny nooks
only dent what is not never looked
Little dreams with little schemes
held together by tattered means
Silly words with silly sounds
meaning nothing except to clowns
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/6/2001
I was wandering through my computer's closet, and I came across these two
critters.
I think they were hiding in a corner, playing cards or sumptin, but here they
are...A bit dusty and a bit long in the tooth, but still, I kinda like them,
if for no other reason than for nostalgia's sake...
-J
Words
little poofings on soft fluffed carpet
feet that rub gently along the floor
little fingers creeping through sand box tunnels
and toes that dig deep into bed canyoned sheets
hands that touch the coolness of bedroom walls
feeling the secure hardness there
rivers that flow through ceilings above
and faces that appear here and there
water softly tapping against the sink's cold skin
laughing with each drop that falls
echoes of footsteps the fool us all
keeping the bogie man tied up within
the big clock slowly counts each second of life
in rhythm to everything that is here
a lone fly buzzes up and into the light
its wings tap with fever and despair
shadows of night dance on my bed wall
fingers that reach vacantly
street voices from cars and wind and tree
sing in dissonant harmony
all this gathers round me and flows through my head
in memories too covered with soft tears
child fears and loves meld and mingle tonight
but no parent is near to warm the night
(c)Jerry Robkoff
9/93
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Wonderings
in this little cube
of questions and pain
with this hollow moment
I wonder in vain
if there is a reason
for what I have writ here
is there one to feel
what my heart shreds here
no one seems to see
the laughter and the hurt
only the single statement
of what is in the word
now I have a doorway
that windows to my soul
and nothing is behind me
and no one seems to know
(c)Jerry Robkoff
9/93
For a warm, snowy day.....
-J
Wings
Did you hear the singing of the wind
as she moved between the feathers
of your stretched wings...
Did you hold her close as she moved
dancing on the waves like a gilded nymph
stepping softly upon your skin....
Did you feel her breath so close
whispering words in music soft
falling like the snow on newly chilled ice....
Did you see her move on the colors of night
soaring through the velvet ether
and bowing before your sight.....
Did you feel her kiss your essence
as it flowed like heated quicksilver
covering your heart as you release your soul...
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/5/2001
I hope this finds favor in your eyes...
-J
Aerie
Quiet dreams revolve in circles
through the caverns of your soul
drinking softly in the darkness
while the magic begins to grow
always reaching to the heavens
while silk tendrils glide through sky
holding tight to earth's dark nipple
as you now first learn to fly
Stretching high through rainbow sight
as you cry out in the night
holding fast the living light
Once again the call is given
as the dance begins again
soaring upward ever higher
till you hear the summons sent
no more wishing for the promise
no more hoping for the plea
all that's left is just the vision
that's been burnt in your mem'ry
Holding close you call the name
that you felt but couldn't tame
as you close the final game
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/4/2001
Castings
For a moment thought
when quiet holds the night
and words are whispered light
through songs that shimmer bright
painted bright with tears
Dreams move like ghost steps
plunged through ebony
stretched in a dappled silk
and cut in a tapestry
as time moves back
Unfolding into itself
the past joins with its twin
the vision gels and shifts
then fogs as light infuses it
to slice again
Through cries of need
the god bends his iron eye
and cups the flowered jewel
of all that has gone by
released to fly again
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/3/2001
Alright...so I get a bit tangental, at times...
-J
Shattered Eyes
Hold the colors close together
as they dance between the lines
greeting embers of a fire
with a glittered serpentine
tossing higher to the heavens
with the voice of hollow call
never finding a beginning
yet still collapsing through the wall
where the end meets the final scene
of a measure that is dreamed
on the back of love not seen
Echoes flutter through the ether
dreams are painted out of skew
when you felt the final measure
did you scream it till you flew
past the rage that is not ebbing
into a bog of pure lament
where nothing is left to hunger
but the remnants of what was meant
in the empty halls you run
falling into darkened suns
pleading to a god unsung
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/3/2001
Just a few lines...
-J
Blank Wall
Where is the color that paints the dream
holding the music close to the heart?
Where is the touch that kisses the song
guiding the light that cuts asunder the dark?
How is the path in which we do crawl
counting the stones as we bleed through the rock
When is the way that is kept to the soul
fed by the hope and slain before whole?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/1/2001
New Year....
New words....
(sorta)
-J
Sight
In the mirror what is seen
when the eyes look but do not feel
through the veil which holds the sight
where all is known but never felt
Eyes are kept in darkness masked
dreamed through skies of painted light
sent beyond the touch of blinded god
and damned in words the caress is made
Through the vision where sight is kept
on the steel where ebon shines
dreams the keeper of chained belief
finding nothing but the vacant eye
(c) Jerry Robkoff
1/1/2001
I don't usually write stuff like this, but...........
-J
Old Lang Signs
Just a few more
the time measures through
just a bit more
till the beginning is renewed
Just a little more
then the end becomes the start
Just a step more
and what is gone will then remark
The circle ends
yet refreshes in its wake
The moment spends
but give life as it takes
The old gives way
to the new that holds sway
The darkness that was past
surrenders to the new sung day
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/31/2000
I don't know what exactly spurred this one, but as I wrote it, I felt a bit
more reflective than usual....
For your enjoyment, as the year and century nears its closing..........
-J
Orison Rising
Call the wind
the light is growing
Fly the sky
through air that's blowing
The vision burns bright
the hunger's tonight
hearing songs within the primal sight
Drink the glow
of what is burning
Feel it grow
as need keeps churning
In a dream summoned high
the visit is nigh
calling to space beyond the eye
Wishing to know what is forgotten
holding close the warmth that feeds us all
Feeling how deep the fyre's burning
worshipping the god that long since left
Scream the way
beyond tomorrow
hold it close
and lose the sorrow
with nothing to find
but still close to mind
the prayer's forever joined to the sign
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/30/2000
One more....for a snow covered afternoon...
I hope this warms, a bit...
-J
Vampyre Lust
In gentle whispers kissed soft upon the skin
of our minds held open by the promise
of what is never yet reached
but still seen through the fogs and mists
of the opaque canvas of our painted dreams.
Reaching through the swirl of pain
into the circle of heat and flame
drawn ever tighter by the call
which we can no longer deny
but still we turn away in hopes of salvation.
Crawling through the abyss
in writhings of lust that melt the flame
eyes feral gold entranced with the love
calling to the embrace the primal bond takes
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/30/2000
This one came out with fangs bared....
-J
Fyre Cry
In the search of what is found
when the meaning is lost yet the hunger grows
where the need claims the hunter
devouring the prey as the fyre burns bright
In the embrace when lust meets cold
drawn like the moth before the ashes grow old
burnt by a devil that others sprawl to the ground
worshipping the stink that the shadow brings
Found in the dirt the etchings grow hot
seared by our souls the memory is gone
offered through the walls of pain and hate
only to vomit the bile that once was ours.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/30/2000
Ok..I'll admit it...it's a scary title...
but so are these images that are dancing in my head.......
-J
Madness Raped
Measures taken to the limit
limits taken to the end
dreams of wonder and amazement
simply vanish from within
in the moment of awaking
where the dream is slowly killed
as the light begins to open
silent portal begin to spill
In this spiral of loose time
do you reach up from behind
just to grasp your fleeing mind
Demons dancing with the angels
angels screaming through their wings
cries of rapture bleed through darkness
as the madness spins and flings
in this opium delusion
where visions rape the quiet dreams
nothing matters but the dreamer
and the dreamer dreams dead leaves
When all is burnt and cast aside
with the memory seared and fried
in this abyss you drown and hide
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/29/2000
This one kinda snuck up on me.....
-J
Velvet
In the quiet times
where night meets the light
in times of solitude
where only nightingales take flight
the song begins
Through the mist of dreams
and in their velvet wake
when sounds kiss soft and sweet
only to finally take
the last dry shred
And in that dream
when nothing really stays
only the fragrance of
the burning offerings
still linger on
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/29/2000
I hope these words find favor in your eyes....
-J
Sand
Drifting sands under a heated moon
washing the earth with their silk blanket
covering the past to reveal the present
only to shift to remake what is to be
Flowing winds of past decisions
eroding the stones of what was real
grinding so small revered idols held
carving away all features once known
Texture kisses scrape old skin
blending away the tears we keep
wishes made but left in desiccation
covered by the sands as they move on
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/28/2000
One more that wanted out..........
-J
Fantasy's Trap
Touching visions with the spiral
of a dream that isn't whole
kissing softly the sweet essence
but never tasting its deep soul
Holding closer to the center
as the world spits out its core
dipping deeper into the shadows
just to reach the final scrawl
With no hope that's left to burn
the same note will just return
in the echoes of what you learn.
Sitting closer to the fire
do you smell the heat release
but in that moment of desire
do you turn and curse your needs
With the moment drawing closer
and the hunger burning dear
is the only thing that matters
is what you see and not you hear
In this dance that cuts inside
with a measure that still resides
or have you turned to die and hide?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2000
I hope this doesn't make your hair hurt.....
-J
Incredulous
What do you see
when you look in the eyes
of the eyes that look back at you?
What do you see
when those eyes look to yours
in the way that you fear them to do?
What is the sight
within that dark light
where eyes that are yours meet yours?
What is the light
that burns through your sight
as your sight holds the eyes within yours?
Where is the way
that keeps calling you back
to that space where you knew you belonged?
When do you know
without ever hearing that call
the way that entreats you is false?
How do you hold
the pattern that is torn
as it begins to unravel its own tear?
Why do you look
once again through those eyes
that hold nothing but invited dead lies?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2000
One more that wanted out..........
-J
Fantasy's Trap
Touching visions with the spiral
of a dream that isn't whole
kissing softly the sweet essence
but never tasting its deep soul
Holding closer to the center
as the world spits out its core
dipping deeper into the shadows
just to reach the final scrawl
With no hope that's left to burn
the same note will just return
in the echoes of what you learn.
Sitting closer to the fire
do you smell the heat release
but in that moment of desire
do you turn and curse your needs
With the moment drawing closer
and the hunger burning dear
is the only thing that matters
is what you see and not you hear
In this dance that cuts inside
with a measure that still resides
or have you turned to die and hide?
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2000
offered.........
-J
Dark Canvas
Swirled in the darkness
born through the ether
searching beyond the ending
where no light holds the key
Darkness kisses the moment
the embrace melds with the beginning
in this quiet minute where vision recedes
spreading wings to reach beyond night
Voices intone with the rhythm
the sounds deafen the deep light
in darkness the flame uncoils
and drains the day's life
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/27/2000
Damn, the night can be cold....
-J
Ticklings
Diamond cut on fyre the flash creates the burn
drag and strike the viper while the light still turns
Hold again the hunger that drips like blood upon the door
reeking sweet the splatter of screams lying on the floor
Scratch in barbs of iron the talon of your soul
dripping wet your ichor that fills the unctuous hole
Grabbing hold the taper that drips its blood so thick
like a ghost without a memory embedded in a dream's brick
Bleed with cries of laughter while the pain goes deep
like a razor unfettered by its rust encrusted sleep
Slice the skin so swiftly the bone is laid bare
dangling shreds of innocence in the cursed dead air
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/26/2000
Some of you, may not understand this poem.....However, it is a something that
I have wanted to put to words, for some time....I don't even know if I have
done so, successfully.
But, be that as it may........I offer this to share it with you....I hope it
finds some favor in your eyes....
-J
Sigil
A silver chain gentle and light
touching your flesh and reflecting my sight
A silver chain with only one clasp
resting upon you, and kissing your neck
A silver finger draped with love
deeper than the demonlust and higher than the gods
A silver thread of caressings close to your skin
claiming and revealing this bond we share in.
Upon this thread of silver the sigil embraces
suspended from the chain and held by passion's kiss
Below your throat this mark which touches so deep
rests in quiet whisper the love that it forever keeps
From eternal life the mark is forged
reaching back to Egypt's time
Calling to the god Osiris
and praying for the strength that is held in those arms
Forever is the space where this sigil dwells
Fanged arms touch softly to protect and hold
A sabered body so thin yet so sharp
pointing down to Mother Earth's bosom
and guarding from all harm
The open face peers outward to embrace the light
but in its secret darkness the fyre burns hot white
In this the oath is made through love and fyre both
never to be broken by any false voice
This sigil of my essence I give you to keep
it is what we are always and what is meant to always be
It holds us and binds us beyond eternity's brace
beyond the words that taunt and beyond the pain
I can never take it from you
I can only worship and adore
This tiny body of silver is the key and the door
Forever is but the beginning in this eternal way
My very life is forever within your soul's love embrace.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/26/2000
A few words and thoughts for a sunny Christmas morning.....
-J
Christmas Unwrappings
In that quiet space
where wishes want to be
in dreams that float nearby
and rest upon our memory
In that special spot
the one that vibrates colors sweet
calling soft the name
of the one you can't live without
In that magic sphere
the hopes and dreams held dear
are kept in a special box
held safe by a kisses lock
In that dream of your
where moments live again
the verse holds close the rhyme
as love melts into forever's time.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/25/2000
Sometimes, computers can be very annoying....
(sigh)
but the magick is still there...
-J
Helios Daydream
Dressed in velvet caress
touched by claret burgundy
kissed in gentle flame
in the eyes of eternity
In a stream of flower thoughts
currents flow beyond your mind
held in chains of scented myrrh
and cradled deep within stellar signs
Gentle kiss brings close the tears
wanting more yet holding naught
Yielding eyes reveal surrendered cries
giving back what was never fought
In the dream and beyond the sleep
dancing with the ghost goddess as she sings
embraced in the mists that wrap so tight
lifted above the very tip of her gossamer wings
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/23/2000
Sometimes, computers can be very annoying....
(sigh)
but the magick is still there...
-J
Helios Daydream
Dressed in velvet caress
touched by claret burgundy
kissed in gentle flame
in the eyes of eternity
In a stream of flower thoughts
currents flow beyond your mind
held in chains of scented myrrh
and cradled deep within stellar signs
Gentle kiss brings close the tears
wanting more yet holding naught
Yielding eyes reveal surrendered cries
giving back what was never fought
In the dream and beyond the sleep
dancing with the ghost goddess as she sings
embraced in the mists that wrap so tight
lifted above the very tip of her gossamer wings
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/23/2000
It was a rough....night.
And this morning isn't looking all that promising....
-J
( )
Empty voices in an empty hole
calling out to empty souls
empty dreams drain empty hopes
lying empty in the lies that rope
Empty words carve empty lies
far too empty to even despise
empty tears in an empty heart
empty arms with love apart
Empty nights drain empty dreams
nothing left but empty schemes
empty nothing clings close within
cutting away nothing but empty skin.
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/23/2000
I guess there are times, when it kinda comes out en masse'
-J
Eyes
I look into your eyes to find
the passion that was promised so long ago
To find the fyre that burns
yet is hidden now
Where has it flown?
Or is it merely on the other side?
I look into your eyes to seek
the soul that swore the love so deep and hot
Seeing the flicker of embers still
seething beneath a fogged lens
Cracked through the glass of love's ice
but still spectral whispering the promise kept
(c) Jerry Robkoff
12/22/2000
I'm not all that sure where this one came from, but it sorta kept bangin' in
my head, as I was driving in, today.......so, here it is...I hope it doesn't
bang too heavily on you...
-J
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