TORCHER'S CHAMBERS

How fragile a friendship.

Tue, 10 Jan 2006 06:52:06 GMT

How fragile a friendship.

Built throughout the years.

The sharing of the blood.

The sharing of the tears.

It will never end; was what we used to say. Nothing would come between.

Pity how I still feel that way, yet you a new path have seen.

But in life there is always something that can sever the fat from the lean.

The love of a woman, cross words, or anger. All can come between.

We had seen it all before.

How much of the friendship was there really is what I have often wondered.

To be torn down by that....... and no more.

Always figured it would take more weight than that to put us under.

It leaves a festered sore.

In a day, a week, or a year? How long to forget the friend who has been there for a lifetime?

.......I wonder.

It is what Nightmares are made of.

The last in line.

Tue, 11 Nov 2003 09:20:03 GMT

FATE, HE WAITS IN THE WINGS.

WATCHING EVERYTHING YOU DO.

HE WAITS UNTIL YOU'RE SURE.

THAT EVERYTHING IS FINE.

THEN HE STEPS UP AND KNOCKS YOU,

TO THE BACK OF THE LINE.

HE SPENDS A LOT OF TIME WITH ME.

BUT NEVER DOUBT, HE'S WATCHING YOU.

YOU CAN BEAT FATE ?

WELL, YOU JUST KEEP ON TRYING.

I'LL JUST BE CONTENT.

TO BE THE LAST IN LINE.

Back from Hell and hotter than ever!!

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 10:50:09 GMT

Yes time has passed.

For more of this dementia, you have yearned.

You thought for sure, you had read the last.

But Darkness has returned!

From the depths of a dark soul, I drag out the things hidden.

Many say it should not be.

I mention the things they think forbidden.

Show the things they, wish not to see.

I am the sword of darkness!

The Power in the flames!

I am the Nightmare within your soul!

And I have ARRIVED!!

PAIN

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 18:18:25 GMT

Pain, it lurks just out of sight, in every persons life.

A broken leg, a broken heart, or the death of a wife.

It can not be avoided. Try as you might.

When you think all is fine, you will find you were not right.

Pain will lurk behind you, until the day you die.

No sence in the worry, or in asking why.

Every person must face it, none will be exempt.

Just deal with the fact. And live on.

Or at least make the attempt.

CANCER- AKA / A BATTLE TO THE DEATH

Tue, 13 Jan 2004 05:42:08 GMT

As I continue to decay, From the inside out.

As I slowly fade away, I will not sulk, and pout.

I will do the things, of which I have only dreamed.

I will sing, and dance, and so loudly scream.

As I lose my fear of death, and get ready for the trip.

I will grab hold of all that life has to offer, and never lose my grip.

I fight for every minute, I labor for every breath.

But yet I can only follow, in this dance with death.

I do my best to prepare, myself, my family, and friends.

For I know that soon, my time on earth shall end.

I even sometimes look forward, to my date with death.

But I will live to the best of my ability.

Until my final breath.

DARKNESS IS STIRRING

Sat, 17 Jan 2004 09:22:18 GMT

Asleep for now, but ever edging toward wakefullness.

Darkness is dreaming, in fits of restlessness.

I can feel it every time it stirs, a shiver down my spine.

When it awakes dread will incur, it happens every time.

I pray it will die within it's sleep, rot away inside it's hole.

But then I feel that icy touch, at the bottom of my soul.

Linked like twins, are darkness and I.

And I can tell, not much longer will it lie.

You are the one who built the darkness it's bed.

When you left that part of my soul, so dead.

Darkness found the perfect place to rest, a deep decaying hole.

For because of you. Now darkness sleeps in the depths of my rotted soul.

A GHOSTLY LOVE

Fri, 09 Jan 2004 08:49:03 GMT

I look into your eyes and I feel as if I will drown.

No one else can make me feel this way.

It only happens when you are around.

When you start to leave,

I want to beg you to stay.

But I never make a sound.

I watch you slowly walk away.

And my heart starts sinking down.

You have no idea that I exist.

You would deny me being real.

But even though I am like this.

In my heart I can still feel.

So I fade into the background, and I remain unseen.

But I know you will return, go to sleep, and start to dream.

In your dreams I speak to you, and I hold you near.

I run my fingers through your hair, and whisper in your ear.

If you ever saw me, I know that you would scream.

So I will never show you my true face.

I will just continue to haunt this place.

And I will come to you in your dreams.

THE GATE

Sun, 16 Nov 2003 12:04:31 GMT

THE GATE THAT GUARDS THE PATH THAT LEADS INTO MY HEART. IT WAS STRONG AND SHINY AT THIS JOURNEY'S START.

ALONG THE PATH I PLANTED FLOWERS, AND I TENDED IT CAREFULLY. IN PREPARATION FOR THE DAY THAT YOU WOULD COME VISIT ME.

WHEN YOU ARRIVED IT WAS OUTSTANDING. A WONDERFUL PLACE TO BE. THE GATE STOOD WIDE OPEN, THE PATH WAS IN FULL BLOOM, MY HEART WAS FULL OF JOY, AND FOR MORE LOVE, THERE WAS NO ROOM.

YOU LIVED THERE WITH ME IN MY HEART, IT WAS SPRINGTIME EVERY DAY. THEN CAME THE MOMENT WHEN YOU WENT AWAY. I WATCHED AS YOU WALKED OUT OF MY HEART, DOWN THE PATH, THROUGH THE GATE, AND THEN AWAY.

YOU WOULD NOT TURN BACK THOUGH I BEGGED YOU TO STAY.

I STILL LIVE INSIDE MY HEART, ALTHOUGH IT'S WINTER HERE ALWAYS NOW. THE FLOWERS ALL HAVE DIED. I USED TO CARE. BUT, NOW I DON'T KNOW HOW.

THE PATH THAT ONCE WAS LOVELY, NOW HAS WEEDS ALONG IT'S SIDES. BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER FOR NO ONE WILL WALK INSIDE.

THE GATE STANDS LOCKED FOREVER. I THREW AWAY THE KEYS. IT GUARDS A PATH TO NOWHERE ANYONE CARES TO BE.

IT IS BENT FROM THE PAIN AND RUSTED FROM THE TEARS. BUT I BELIEVE ITS STRONG ENOUGH TO LAST MY FINAL YEARS.

There can be only one

Tue, 02 Dec 2003 05:32:09 GMT

There can be only one,

and there will never be another.

Whether it be a mother's son,

or a daughter's mother.

If it be a winter wind,

or the rays of the hottest sun.

Of everything, that is on this earth,

there can be only one.

They say that in time,

I will learn to love another,

just be patient, and I will find someone.

I just look at them and smile,

and say "yeah, maybe so."

But deep inside my heart,

the truth I really know.

There can be only one.

THE TOMBSTONE

Wed, 12 Nov 2003 20:23:34 GMT

IT IS COLD.

AND HARD TO THE CORE.

SLATE GRAY AND EDGEY,

FROM THE PRESSURE IT HAS BORE.

STRONG AND UNMOVING.

IT WILL STAND GUARD.

THE ENTIRE TIME YOU SLEEP.

INSIDE THE STONE YARD.

THEY CAN CARVE ON IT A TESTIMENT.

OR CARVE ON IT A LIE.

BUT COME JUDGEMENT DAY.

IT WILL SEE YOUR SPIRIT FLY.