The Raven

I own these poems, but alas do not make money on them. These are from my website www.geocities.com/vyperbites/
The ones I am putting on here remind me of Sesshoumaru.


IMMORTAL EMBRACE

A touch, a kiss, a simple wisper.
It is the night and I am alive.
Real, unreal, who cares?
I am here.
Immortal as the pages of time.
A simple word is written and I am born.
Here in your mind for all eternity.
I am a soul.
Wind blows into my hair.
As it glisstens in the streetlight.
Headlights are my sun, my light, my portal into the world.
My eyes shine in the darkness.
I sence fear, shear terror, and open hostility from nonbelievers.
I am born.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 1999.

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ICE

Cold, clear, crystaline
I sence, see, feel
Pure, essencial, cool
Blue in color, white, rainbow
I feel, touch, taste
As it drips, leaks, bleeds
Onto, into, around
My soul, body, heart

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 1999.

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MID EVIL

Not good, not bad
Not cruel, not kind
Not bleak, not sad
No sin, not saved
Not rude, not nice
Not relaxed, not craved
Yet somewhat neutral

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 1999.

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Serenity

Pastures of waves like ocean tide
Shimmer in the sunlight as its rays caress the reeds.
Wind kisses the child upon his cheek making a memory.
Running free like a wild horse my thoughts seem to fly.
As I lift my arms and reguard the world.
Peace prevails my soul.
Such is profoundly so as I fall into serenity.
The final fronteir.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2000.

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Removed Act One

I was walking into time
Thinking of this little theme
An epyphany is removed from the score
I opened up some time ago
I went to look into the vase
But the rose that was in there is gone
Died not too long ago in my bedroom
I started the play a while and then
The words just slipped from my fingers
Out of my mouth and into his mind
I can feel his pressence surrounding me
And invisible embrace that weakens my soul
I sence that death awaits I can hear the bells
Hells Bells, in time they will find me
For now I must wait for the second act
He must come and see me as I lay upon the thorns
They prick at me and entangle me in their web
Their embrace like a spider to the weeping widow
I think non other than freedom of the pain
My heart is no longer my own and it has fled into a lonely place
I cannot follow, I am to tired to resist
The death of the loving touch and sweet nothings in my ear
But the walls have become silent
I do not hear the voices within
I see the touch of a gentle hand
I cannot feel but numb
I wait for the third act as I move on
The embrace is yet to come as I wait
Watching out my window for the night to take me
It is done and so am I as the sun has finnaly set
I am removed from this place to another
That is all I can tell, my voice no longer speaks to you
My words are now and ever more
Trapped in my empty shell
I am removed and lifted
Into oblivion

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbite copywrite 2000.

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NIGHT ANGEL'S WINGS

As night falls I seek out
The night bird of my fantasy
The face of a man bestowed upon
A vision of golden splendor
His wings beat as he enters my chamber
The time has come
I embrace death in loving gentleness
As his lips touch mine I know the moment
Like lovers we taste one another
Giving breath for breath
Bringing new life into mine
As the body accepts it's new destination
I am lifted into the darkness
To partake of his life
The learn what is beyond human understanding
Death and Love become one
As we unite into the heavens
Onward into the unknown
Our hearts beat with life
As we sing and dance to the star's glory
Knowing that words need not be said
We are the story and the legend
Everlasting love and life
This is only the beginning

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2000.

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IN THE BEGINING

In the beginning, there was a cell
A small insignificant thing.
They wondered how it all began
The blood thirst, the hunting.
The creation of it all.
Evil is not the word to describe it.
For it was only a cell, not able to cope with actual thought or feeling.
So why do we fear?
It is something unknown.
Poor little cell, as it entered the flesh.
It had no idea of what it was becoming.
In the beginning they were mortals.
Until it came and sent the plague of immortality into our midst.
But, how could it be a plague?
It was a new species.
A better race of human monsters.
Who actually cared for creation?
The beginning of the Garden of Eden.
The cell only knew beauty.
As does now the being possessing the cell.
It was maybe God's plan to eliminate the weaker and evil of the world?
Who knows the dilemma?
After all, it is only the beginning not the end.
Immortality, what a weird word.
In fire we all perish, what makes us immortal?
Ah well, at least we won't starve.
There is lots of living blood to consume our thoughts.
And the cell shall live on through us all, even in the end.
If there is one.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2000.


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THE POINT

My home in the false Elysium.
A prodigy of nature in its finest
and most violent intent.
The turning point for tourists and dreamers.
Reaching for perfection and satisfaction.
Making monarchs out of mere mortals.
Entered into a time as a paradise for the restless.
Justification in itself.
A glitter of calmness in chaos.
Purification in doubt.
The high tides turn, churning toward your immediate direction in your comfortable state.
Making you immortal.
Power and peace in its essence.
Fantasy and reality in its presence.
Depth of character in its persistence.
Visible is the understanding of control.
I am comfortable in its intrusion.
Turn to the ocean and run with the waves like a fearless youth.
Look back at your clarification.
It is always there.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites
copywrite 2000

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OCEAN OF PASSION

I notice a momentous part of creation,
The wings of an angel make me fly.
As in a fairy tale or myth.
The waves crash into me but there is no sting,
Only the feel of the cool water.
Running through my body and over me.
I live my life by the laws of passion.
Every moment a memory.
No holding back the things I wish to happen.
I make it so.
Trying to change the world one day at a time.
Living by my wits, intellegence, and the adventure that drives me.
Like a race car out of control, yet perfectly safe on the strait road.
Wisdom is still my guide.
There is no sense in denying the power within.
Like the massive force of nature I still follow my instincts.
The changes of the tide do not make me fear the water.
I jump into it like a mermaid who hasn't had her last fill.
It is real as the minutes that pass.
I cannot deny myself or hide who I am.
I have changed.
I am reborn into the light from the darkest moment.
Learning to live life as it should be.
Moment to moment as if it were my last.
So little time, so precious that we forget to follow the dream.
To set the goals that we wish to see bloom.
One life I must live it well.
To finish what was thought impossible.
To make the impossible happen.
Things exist beyond the imagination.
No one wants to see this.
I want to know everything.
I want to learn all there is to know.
I feed on this, the knowledge I crave.
Like the ocean I flow into each challenge.
I divide and conquer the obsticles in my path.
I invite the problems to solve them and learn from my past.
Mistakes are inevitable, but they do not have to be repeated.
To worry is to wait, to wait is to find the inertia I avoid.
I will not do this, I will go beyond the pety thoughts of self pity.
I must move on and make the ugly beautiful once again.
The heart in me is not cold.
My ruthless ways are only to gain control of my emotions.
And use these to set me free and open up to the passion of rational logical thought and action.
This is my goal and my destiny.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2001.

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MY SECRET LOVE

I see you in the distant future,
In my dreams we sail as one.
Rocky waters do not lay before us.
It is calm where you are.
I close my eyes and take myself to another place.
A place where time does not exist.
Where reality is not holding back the feelings.
No judgments to stop us from being who we are.
You smile as you walk away.
Knowing that for a moment tomorrow we will be together even if for only an hour.
We feel something, but we never speak of this.
Knowing that in the end a friendship could be in jeopardy.
We look into one another's eyes knowing there is more.
This is the reality as you leave closing the door behind you.
Knowing that this is just another moment in time.
Things will change, if only you look inside.
The good man is there in the silence of your fears.
I see you as you are, not as a manifestation of fantastic illusion.
I know you just as you know me.
My love you will always be.
This will never change.
My dreams will relay the hopes of my heart.
These things you will never see as I hold them deep within my soul.
Someday this will change as well and my secret will no longer be kept in this locked place.
You my inspiration, my dear friend, my warrior prince who defends me, and my deepest love.
You who is proud of my small victory in my life, as I am of yours.
Let me be your shoulder to lean on when things are hard.
Let me support and defend you as your shield to deny the stabs of gossip against the honor you have.
Let me show you the love that is unconditional without regret or fear.
Let me show you the man I see in the mist of your illusion of vanity that is a farce to the true man.
The good you have inside I cannot deny.
The capability of great things and great love I cannot ignore.
In your eyes I see the real you.
In your gentle friendship I see the deep caring you have in your heart.
Let me be the guide in the darkness.
I will be your light.

By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2001.

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(This one is more for Kagome.)

The Night Patrol

The night patrol sits upon wings that are made of stone
Upon the roof of Notre Dame, their home.
I see them smiling down at me
Ridding the evil that they can only see
Through fanged tooth and obscure glare
I feel safe in the night air
I start to walk to the corner where
I write in my journal and sit upon the stair
I seek the comfort of their presence
Although I have my own independence
I watch a painter packing up his supplies
That he had sold below a pleasure to one’s eyes
A souvenir of the castle of stone so old
The windows shine like rainbows of gold
I light a candle below to read the words
That I have written into the letters secured
That sit in my journal as I drink my tea
Thinking of the places that are still ahead of me
As I pack my things and get ready to leave
I know they stay in packs behind they do not grieve
The Night Patrol, the gargoyle pairs
That watch me sit upon the stair
They will not follow me through the night
I will not find myself in plight
As one smiles a silly grin
I feel myself centered within
I watch them as I leave my space
I know that they will stay in place
But I know that they will be
Sitting there protecting me
The silent figures of the castle so old
Where the windows shine like rainbows of gold.
By,
M.J. Vyper/Vyperbites copywrite 2000

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