A Moment of Silence

A moment of silence
Is all that I need
For the death of my brother
My brother and me

Leaving one day
To where I don't know
He said that he had to
That he had to go

I screamed and I yelled
And I begged that he stay
But my brother he walked
He walked away

And I longed for him
My brother, the dead
To see him go filled me
Filled me with dread

I hate him, I love him
For he made a change
My dead brother, he left me
Left me deranged

And no one understands
How I needed him so
With my dead brother, I wanted
I wanted to go

They buried him today
I guess they didn't see
That when they buried him
They also did me.

The Demon Inside

There's a demon inside me
That won't go away
it drinks and it pukes
Night after Day

I just want to free him
To let it all out
But I know that I can't
with every scream every shout

I bottle him up
The genie in a lamp
But he drains me each day
This devilish vamp

When my defenses are down
He waits for the day
For someone to rub me
Rub me the wrong way

Then he springs forth
In my moment of need
Filling my body
With hatred and greed

Spitting out word
Malicious and cruel
Dominating others
Breaking the rules

It takes all my strength
To put him back in
To exorcise myself
Of this evil gin

But once I do
I feel so much better
But now, nobody calls
Not even a letter

So I'm left alone
Just this imp and I
And as long as I'm living
He'll never die

Primal Instinct- by Sara Borkowski

Slap slap slap,
goes the sound of meat on meat.
Screaming out those primal urges,
reduced to the basest of life forms.
In it for the Wild Hunt,
the instinct of kill or be killed.
The instinct of passing on the genes;
to produce the next generation of killer.
Pounding pounding pounding
The heartbeat of the world,
reduced to a simple sound.
Skin prickling, spine bowing, fingers scrabbling for
purchase
against smooth stone.
Thrown against the nearest outcropping.
Dirt beneath the bodies;
in ground and imbedded under the fingernails.
Hard unyielding ground rises
up to meet each fast and furious downward stroke.
In and out, in and out.
Building that primal rhythm,
built directly into the cells.
Faster and faster, spinning out of control.
Spiraling toward sharp edged images of future flashes.
Fast forward one thousand years into the future
and still the same primal parts are played out.
The basest urges have been simplified by today’s
society.
Each and every time two bodies feel the heat of
passion
the past comes alive,
with the sound of panting bodies and sweat glistening
from moist regions.
The pulse of the ages runs through these veins.
Long stroke short stroke, the skin wears thin
and the bodies eventually find that slow time rhythm
of ages passed by;
where primal meets romance.
In a certain kind of happenstance.
Bodies reaching that final symphonic resonance.
That hard won crescendo,
slowly ever so slowly
panting out the dying embers
of an all consuming flame.
Until finally two sated, well fed, tired, worn out,
and sore entities come
to an Earth shattering, glass breaking, screeching
release.
Moving the Earth’s rotation on its own axis.
Coming down out the stratosphere.
Uncoupling from amidst tangled limbs;
who don’t want to cooperate.
Knowing only one thing for sure.
That this time the hunter has been fed
and well taken care of.
At least, until the next time
the Primal Urge takes hold.

******Wednesday 10/1/03 2:45 P.M.

Nostalgia

I was thinking about one of the first poems that I had to perform when i was in sixth grade. Stephen Shaftner and I had to perform a poem called "Hark Again 'Tis Halloween Night" First we had to do it for a grade in our class, then if the teacher deemed it good enough, you were sent to another class to perform it for the underclassmen.

Eclipse of the Heart

This is the story
Of one person in love
The other not caring
and the stars above

She was slim
Beautiful and pale
Eyes deep blue
Long dark hair

She loved a man
Who was funny and smart
Who helped everybody
But kept his own heart

So she chased him
All of her life
Begging that he
Make her his wife

Though he was kind
His love he couldn't give
He said he loved nature
Free he wanted to live

Her heart grew cold
She constantly cried
She soon grew old
And then she died

The man looked back
And mourned for a day
With one last glance
The man walked away
Then one day
There was a radiant light
Up in the sky
It shown so bright

They called it the sun
so bright and so warm
A gift from the man
for nature to be born

But after twelve hours
Down went the sun
but in the east
There arose another one

It was silver and pale
And the earth grew cold
Like the woman's heart
That grew so old

The called it the moon
With power over the sea
for all those tears
She wept incessantly

So year after year
Night after day
The moon chases the sun
The sun runs away

But every now and then
The two bodies meet
If only for a day
Then make a hasty retreat