Author of The Angel Marked Series
Fantasy and Romantic Suspense
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Venus Rising
1993
The soft slow amber waves of dawn lifts the fog
A ghostly past unbound upon the shore
Her soul drifts softly to and fro
Fading light has shadows posing
Ancient goddess of the ocean
Wind unfurls in deepest violet
Beyond a hind is heard
Pain of deepest silence a chord without a word
Wait though petulant knave, t’was you
who knelt at sacred waves
Empowered within your guilt of craven act
Sacred graves you corrupted, a statue robbed
Over stormy waters pale lips twist
Eyes of fires and venom betray
Slowly sunken, his spirit slips away
Goddess rising, set free from her crystal prison
The thief wanders sightless broken away
First breath sheds wings and fins
She wakes and walks from ocean foam
Moonbeam skin touches earth once again
The world rumbles and tilts to begin
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Werewolf
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Mar 27, 2010
Werewolf
Loneliness rides you like a cloak
As the night wind and moonlight tighten the yoke
Beast is called forth upon this time
to walk the earth with a killers mind
The smile summons claws and canines forth
the scent that trails in the wind
calling to you and curling within
Willingly pursuing the hunt soon begins
like mercury you fade silver to black
Heightens the sounds, the hearts of men
weak in rhythm or a quickening within
wilderness enfolds or city streets called home
the darkness that holds you
won’t give you back
no bounty, no cage, no hollow rage
a reprieve from this hollowness you seek
searching the dark and finding no light
one solid weightless moment to make life right
what will you follow,
what will you keep
as pains fearsome vengeance
you reap
These are poems by me written throughout my life.
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.Prayer to a Goddess
August 18, 2011
Enchanted whispers spun from gold
Secrets hidden now unfold
Timeless images carved in stone
Ancient rites to me are shown
What once was hidden in the shadows
Now shows itself in sunny meadows
Prayers and spells escape my lips
And the full moon thanks me with a gentle kiss
I've found a treasure in nature & love
Sent down to me from the goddess above
Filling with knowledge and ancient power,
I continue to grow like a budding flower
Starry skies and gypsy eyes
Incense haze and candle light
Magical visions of temples high
take us on a journey tonight
Whisper a prayer to the moonlit night
Nyx will hear our heartfelt plight
Visions of wonder pervade my minds pages
As she guides us through some mythical ages
Castles and temples and people of yore
Where wiccans and pagans have wandered before
Monoliths of stone and historical trees
Where once before the pagans danced free
And as my journey soon comes to an end
Nyx my goddess, great blessings I send
By incense haze and candle light
I say my prayers and thank the night
Death of the Hunt
October 11, 1994
I uphold my defenses when it comes to your intentions
I won’t give them up even for the key you mentioned
to what you have locked away, your heart
my hunter, You may chase me down
wound me with your charm
leave me with your mark teach my heart how you can kill me and take me
and try to be blameless while I remain nameless in my armor
Just remember the hunt and who’s the prey, The one who won’t make it out of this in the same way.
Fallen and broken, the silent blows are worse, words of love lay on your lips like a curse
seeking solace I seek any path and then I hide
would you save me, leave me, hate me
Your ghostly arms around me,
leave mine haunted
Never getting everything I ever wanted.
It’s all and then… it’s nothing to me, armor or a crown, Running up the hill behind you only to drown
Magnificent Illusions waiting here of the one who broke you ,
Is my head filled with your lies and your persuasions
What I wouldn’t give to just forget
So I can know how to live the longest days ahead
Heart beat roaring back from the dead
sounding like a dance of rain and lead
When will I learn to ignore my soul
become my own Artemis and carry my own bow
Were you ever really here at all
or was I just falling for the shadows dancing along my wall
Running again, always one of us the fool
I don’t know if you are hiding it all inside you Under the same deep sky the same burning within
No magic words to erase the sands that so much time has left behind
Like a stranger never accepting the thorns where I bloom, the horns you wear spell my doom
Lips left lonely but still able to say my name
As our lives are cast upon fate’s loom
Beat my love down with carelessness
Make my dreams a living vipers nest
I’ll live with what I’ll miss and build up stronger walls and rest
Swallow venom til I build a tolerance
Hang my mirror back in the hall and dance
Til the next hunter’s moon
Rising full over the horizon line
The wolves call like a warning sign
Crouching low in cobwebs of lace I wait
I watch you run to me at last with all that need behind a cold mask
Chasing something you’ve never been able to replace
Let the hunt take place and the death toll climb.
What is one more heart shoved into hell
Another lost wish in the well.
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.A Silver Dream To Her Grave
June 01, 2012
A Silver Night's Dream
Slowly, silently under the generous moon
a troubled lady travels within her silvery gloom;
Walking along this quiet path, whispers and rustles in the grass
the lonely loon croons pruning the silence in the night with it's cries.
She stares at a clearing, where up ahead it lies
She pauses, savoring the sweet silver fruit from the dark silver trees.
As she nears the valley, full of thistle and violets and moss
rumored as a place of magic and healing for the lost,
her dreams disappearing lost in a dreamy blaze
lit with a sorrow filled silvery match from her doomed heart’s phase.
An owl swoops through the scene and darkened clouds grab hold swallowing the moon.
She tries to scream aloud her agony, but makes no sound at all.
The darkness waits with nothing to say.
His silver claws and ebony eyes; on steady silent paws of white
stands the night's silver wolf;
Letting out a single hollow sound to let the night know he's made his rounds.
His glittering reflection in the water gleams, by silver reeds in a silver stream.
Mists rising all around, hiding mountains from the lowest town.
In this dream like hallowed ground where creatures of the night are found;
here the lady makes her way.
Suddenly she stops and kneels to pray beside a cold silvery stone
to await the firelight of day
the brightness casts her soul away.
Masquarade Love
Feburary 8, 1996
Twilight falls
A Masquerade Ball
Music enthralls
Everyone dressed up like dolls
Moonlight spills through drapes
Gardenia and roses thicken air
I have known, do I dare
I search the crowd behind my mask
Liquid fire sparkles
Crystal desire enfolds
Laughter, and another dance, spinning
I pass right by barely catching your eye
Save me from this lie
Take this dance with me your reply
it is not a request
I give you my hand
Music unfurls
One two three ... Turn
Candle light moves thru shadows
Your hand pulls me in tight
Demanding
One, two, three…Turn
Commanding whispers
swallowing my plea
Beg to flea
One two three...turn
Stay and burn
Knowing I cannot keep you long
Reflections in windows disappear
It is only now you and I alone here
the song, swings up the stairs
Your leg brushes mine
One, two, three…Turn
satin and lace your strength a fine line
One two three ... Turn
Your smile still so stern
Searching, leading, feel me retreating
My heart skip, but loses no time
Soul wrenching secrets are mine
One two three... Turn
My hand bound in yours
The waltz is no lark
For it holds a dangerous spark
One two three ...turn
The song picks up
My lips part
One, Two, Three…Turn
With a sigh and a look
I can feel me beneath you
One two three...turn
This waltz goes dark
One two three ...Turn.
All pretense spun away
Tortured hearts set astray
Turn….Turn and run away.
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Feb 9, 2010
Constantine
He is born of fire and forged by pain
Taken prisoner within the Devil's breath
Left half slain, he begged for death
Fate himself could not restrain
Strength and need, loss after loss received
Lashes and blows that fall like rain
Those that dealt them watch him bleed
One thought, he holds like a grain
He has trained to hold and un-blind the night
The single soldier between wrong and right
Death dealers and chains, fallen comrade souls remain
Flashing steel flies, a thunderous clash
He appears there like the phoenix from ash
A vengeful ghost of the past
A warrior soul behind a mask
With one titan solitary task
To hold back a legion, an army in black
Demons from hell lead this attack
No angels can have his back, alone
He carves a life from stone
And rages onward
For one he will bleed and atone
For all he will leave a home
Like the gladiator of Rome
Weary, tired and cold to the bone
no parades or throne
He returns to us
Victorious
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Dream Sand
1992
The Vultures Swoop through a barren sky
Desert sand sting my skin, pins of glass
Scorpions creep, snakes entangle my feet.
The oceans flooded long ago
Crabs bit my toes and salt dried my eyes.
Places along the shore, cliffs, boulders staggered like statues of bravery
Heroes that have never saved me
I soar past it all beyond where vultures turn
Beyond a predators embrace
Into twilight speckled black
A great face stares hard into my heart
Strong wings surround me in the blinding sun glow
The hour glass shatters.