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Fairy Tale (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Don't we all want a fairy tale ending? "Fairy Tale" is a poem about just that.

2-7-2005

I sit a-dreaming
Looking at perfection
This is the dream of Life
I wanna make something
That's just Right
She is the kind of girl
That I could only dream of
Before I met her
I told her she could only
Be a fairy tale

A storybook princess
Jumped right out of the
Pages of a happy dream
Yeah, you know I want her
But it ain't that crazy
My life is like a fairy tale
With goblins and gremlins
Angels and demons
All wrapped up
In a simple romantic War
Between Good and Evil

Wonder Child (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

"Wonder Child" is a poem about a free-loving child who doesn't understand how disturbed and cruel the outside world can be.

8-18-2005

A little crazy, with a mind twice as wild
Loving freely, with passion never mild
All the brains and smarts in the world
What's become of our wonder child?
Now growing up and out, wings unfurled
Out into a world often cruel and disturbed
No place for a blessed wonder child

A Little Paradox (Poetry)

1/22/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

2012/366/283 Just Having a Town Sign is Paradoxical

3-20-07

Is it not the word
And only the meaning?
Is it not the choice
And not the reason?
Is what is written
Truly to be read?
Is life worth living
Or is it just a tease
Is it worth asking questions
Only to get answers?

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Aftertaste (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

So bitter but sweet

More trick than treat

Classic basket case

With a sour aftertaste

Black cat with sharp fangs

Her eyes full of hunger pains

Face locked in a vampire grin

Sour as a puss, but sweet as sin

Wondrous mind full of wit

Saw an angel from where I sat

Too high I set you on a pedestal

For reasons all too sensual

Even now after so long

Your memory reigns strong

My tongue remains chafed

By your hate's aftertaste

Imperfect in Its Perfection (Poetry)

1/15/2015

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by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

It's said practice makes perfect

But perfection is impossible

Anything we do is but an approximation

Of the perfection that could be

Why is it I lack the words

To define the very essence

Of the thoughts I wish to convey

All I find is frustration

Practice, practice, every day

Still the words won't come

Some sound good, others okay

But my work is never done

Imperfect in its perfection

That is all I can do it seems

There's something greater in this

Within my mind, a sprouting seed

I have built this grand scheme

Around which spin stars and worlds

So many stories to be told

But explain is all I can do

Explanations of the perfection

But its explanation is imperfect

All I seek is a happy medium

To help you read the unexpected

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Her Name Means Love (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Mina, lovely twilight princess

Your blue eyes shine like diamonds

Glowing in a darkness seemingly endless

In a long dark tunnel rife with demons

Are you my long lost queen?

Or are you something much less?

Is there treasure in your glorious sheen?

Or are you just a blonde hot mess?

Too many questions I have to ask

Nothing any longer seems too clear

What are you hiding behind your mask?

Why do you make me cower in fear?

Love, you make me shiver inside

For this bliss makes me tremble

These feelings I feel important to hide

That I feel it’s a goddess that you resemble

You are my very Love personified

You stand faithful and true in figure

But still I find myself constantly terrified

Even in your presence, anxiety still lingers

If I go, then please take me with you

Because without you I cannot survive

Is this Love I feel forever strong and true?

Or is it simply the fuel keeping me alive?

Gold Dusted (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Gold dust glowing so bright

Burning my eyes

So hot out tonight

You're shining so bright

Sparkle and glisten, my love

As this burning passion

Take us to realms above

I've been gold dusted

Showered by your love

In a life so busted

I'm burning so alive

In a gold dust downpour

A fantastic hot surprise

Please give me an encore…

Will you baby, ride with me now?

To the sparkling stars that beckon to us

On everlasting high, cause I'll only shine awhile

‘Til the sun shines bright again, I'll fade away...

Forever into the ever blackest night...

Gold dust leaves me blind

But I'll be alright

The last thing I'll ever see

Was the most gorgeous sight

All the misery left behind

Just please never leave me

I'm gold dusted for eternity

This Morning (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

All this morning

I spent all this time to rectify

These imperfections of mine

Here I am, tried to replicate

The smile on your face

To take me back to that place

Where and when I felt so alive

This morning I'm floundering

While you lay round wondering

If I'll ever react

To your panicked attack

Have we lost all the love?

Are we losing the fight?

Was last night our final flight?

This morning I spent

Keeping your memory warm

Spared no expense to not be alone

You called me out in violent tones

Look at yourself, kid

You've let yourself go

Now you've got nothing for me

All this morning

I've drifted far away

To a place of dreaming

Trying to burn you away

All I've got is our song

A tired old melody

To remind me of all...

That went wrong...

All These Things (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

All I was looking for

Was something to ring true

Through troubles and terrors

There was always a light

Shining in your sweet smile

All these things that you do

Are enough to get me through

If there was perfection

It would have to be you

The most sweetest confection

I can't deny it's true

There's limit-less affection

In my heart for you

And all these things you do

Where did all the time go

The times that we've had

Where are the good times?

Why are you left so sad?

Life's a constant uneven flow

But you'll make it through

With all these things you do

Just need to stay strong

There's still tomorrow

I see all that's wrong

The source of your sorrow

Just keep a smile on

And I'll do my best

To bring us through

All these things you do

Just stay sweet and true

You don't need to say

A word to tell me truth

It can only get better

I'll strive to prove

I have nothing to lose...

...except your humble grace

and all the things you do...

...don't have to say a word

to tell me all the truth I need...

Spontaneous Combustion (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Were these romantic treats not suitable for consumption?

Is this why I'm now a victim of spontaneous combustion?

I've never been much for proper love instruction

Never safe by myself, as I'm known for self-destruction

Is my affection becoming little more than obstructive?

Are my sweet undertones just becoming counterproductive?

Your chilling biting words and electrocutions are conductive

You're exploding, blazing flames in my face, so combustive

Why this spontaneous combustion?

Why has our love malfunctioned?

Throwing up walls isn't constructive

Trust me, it's only self-destructive

I've tried to be instructive

To keep from being obstructive

Sometimes I'm not close enough

Especially when times grow rough

But don't let our love crash and burn

Don't take this horribly wrong turn

Before I turn self-destructive...

Before I feel myself turn combustive...

Eden (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Eden’s not the same

Since you tasted the forbidden fruit

Of the wicked truths evil and good

I cannot seem to live on

In this dying garden of eternity

Forever lost for human souls

To never find in all their days

Searching for the ever lasting

Scent of your bleeding heart

The sweet taste of forbidden kisses

On the red hot lips of yours

Scorched my soul and lit aflame

The desires that tear my heart apart

I can never forget your scream

As the very bosom of hell

Swallowed you up in demon’s lust

All in a senseless act of defiance

Seeded by mindless innocence

All the beauty of your lovely garden

Wasted away by foolish actions

And forever lost to the ovens of Perdition

Sweet Venom (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Let me lick your wounds, you said

As your sweet venom seeped in

Through my bloodstream, became addicted

To your delicious mind-bending poison

Trick me into loving you, lonely one

Thought your venom would paralyze me

Gave up on trying, you thought you'd won

But to keep me, you never had it, hon.

Your sweet venom grew bitter with time

Couldn't keep me in your teeth

Grinding me down and chewing me up

I broke free, battered, bruised, but alive

It's only a matter of time, now, dear

I know you'll tweak your recipe

But I won't be home for dinner, see

I've found a new poison sweet as honey

This one's strong enough to kill me

But in the dying, it makes me stronger

Knowing I won't need you any longer

A new sweet honey venom paralyzes me

What else do I need?

Never Say Never (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I grow concerned for

The good in your heart

Never say never, whatever

You say, no matter

I'm right here forever

What is that look

In your eyes I see

Envy, the grief,

That knife in your side...

Not time for repeating

The same old mistakes

Never say never to

Taking my rightful place

I know the joy and the fun

We used to share in this space

Between you and I, don't you lie

And say it won't be again

Never say never

I'll be here forever

Watching you die

As the pain grows inside

I know that you hurt

You're wounded I see

But that can't mean

You'll take no help from me

I saw as that dagger

Stuck right in your side

Might as well been

Through your chest

Cause your soul

It has died...

Never say never

Yes I'll be here forever

Watching you cry

As you curl up and die

I know that you're hurt

You're bleeding I see

But that can't mean

You won't take

Any help from me

Please take my hand

I'll try to help you stand

But you just refuse

For you, I'm no use

Never say never

I'll sit here forever

Waiting for your call

Even if it never comes

Again, at all...

Emerald Eyes (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Emerald eyes, you turned my blue skies

To black emptiness, the ground to scarlet red

Cut all my heartstrings, left me for dead

Once, twice fooled by your vile disguise

Emerald eyes, you caught me in your vice

Crushed my skull, raped my mind

Used to say that I was such a find

Never knew affection had such a high price

In your emerald city so far away

Emerald eyes baby you beckon me

To come your way, join your misery

But I won’t give in, not again, today

The Method (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Spent so long in academic pursuits

Hoping somehow I’d become astute

In all the mysteries of our wondrous world

But I’m all alone, confused in the cold

I’ve taught myself how to make some sound

In the comfort of this shade that I’ve found

Under dim beams of moonlight I come around

No length of darkness keeps me in and down

So truly this is the method of my madness

A little hope squeezed between the sadness

I may not say too much with my simple words

And what’s there to quote but my simple chords?

Do I dwell on stale memories, are they all that I have

Of a past best forgotten, it all leaves me so sad

I’m a wreck, it’s true, but it can’t end up all bad

There’s madness in my method, so I’ve just gone mad

Enchanted (Poetry)

1/15/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

You enchanted me without reason

I just can’t win in any season

But your spell helps me live on

Gave me something to ride on

Utter despair and disrepair

But it’s something, albeit unfair

Sleepless, I wish I were numb

I wish I were deaf and dumb

The world inside is so cold

I stumble around, feeling so old

Without anything left in to believe

My lungs are weak and I wheeze

It’s getting much harder to breathe

You cursed me as stupid and small

When I could have given you all…

Sweet Possibility (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I taste the possibility of her kiss

Even though realistically I'm denied this

The sweet thought of her sight

What I'm thinking just isn't right

All I want is to be sincere

Tell her this truth without fear

Feel the sweet possibility of her touch

In my lonely reality my heart's crushed

But her smile still salves my wounds

Soon forever she'll be gone so soon

All I need is to be sincere

Handle this bitter truth with...

No fear, without a tear

No tears, be sincere

Feel my heart sink

In the ocean of dreams

Daydreaming at the call of her voice

I've never heard a more lovely noise

Wrapped in it all of my joys

But I'll never have it, no...

I just need to be sincere

Handle this bitter truth with

No fear, without a tear

No tears, be sincere

Feel my heart sink

In the ocean of dreams

I'll forever miss her dearly

Sign of the Times (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Throttle it up, and strap yourself in
Revel in the bliss of perpetual sin
There you go again, dying within
Sign of the times, we're all worn thin

Sex it up, leave it all on the floor
Sell your soul for a little sugar to-go
Sign of the times, we're feeling low
There you go again, let yourself go

In the morning you're gone again
After another night of sweet blissful sin
Gone by the wayside, I'm here alone again
Waiting on good times that won't come again

Hercules (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

9-29-10

Our hero has fallen

Authored failures of epic proportions

Who will bow before him now?

All the bleeding hearts have stopped

So grand so strong was he

Our hero or so he seemed

His heroic low rider ways

Beckoned for a higher calling?

Oh so now were he a god

Were he a savoir of the masses

Why then did our heavenly lord

Grant him none of His graces?

The corruption has spread like cancer

We’ve elected ourselves a king

Our nation can’t collapse much faster

Shadows of the truth beckon us to sing

Our hero has fallen

Take him away

Our hero was false

He has lead us astray

Our hero is a fool

We’ve all lost our way

Our hero is no more

Today is our darkest day

For a new hero, we can only pray

He was never our Hercules

Never could win us the day

Bring us a new hero, please…

Dust (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Covering this old desk

Are papers yellowed and old

What was written here?

So very long ago

The dust is thick

And I can feel it

Soft at my fingertips

This very place

Such an empty space

So full of manuscripts

And random scraps

What was written here?

This is what is left

Of a broken man's

Imagination and dreams

These are the scribblings

Of a trembling hand

Why couldn't he let go

Of the things he couldn't

Change as hard as he'd try

Why did he have to die?

All that's left of him

Lies here under this dust

Dried out pens

And worn out pencils

His only tools

He knew how to use

He couldn't use

Much else but his

Highly literate mind

The dust it settled

Carefully has preserved

The words he wrote

He rarely ever spoke

Except thru the written

The Words he toiled over

This is all, these words

Are all that's left

Of a man that let

Every cog in him rust

Everyone lied to him

There was no one

That he could trust

To pass his wisdom on to

Hoping for a future

Someone with a clue

To find and learn

From his mistakes

You can write all your life

Try to find the truth

There are just some things

That just can't be rewritten

Things just are what they are

His greatest mistake was

Trying to rewrite the past

The best we can do ourselves

Is to write a future for us

A future that can last

Birth of a Prophet (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

Something magic happened in your bedroom

A wonder child will indeed be born soon

Do you realize what your actions are worth

The importance of what your love has given birth

He'll for too long only know his name

And the loving arms from which he came

But he'll know too well he doesn't belong

And struggle mightily to find solace in song

The nature of things will corrupt him

The flesh will tempt and mock him

But no earthly temptation will stop it

For whatever may come, he will be a prophet

Rearrange This (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

I thought, if I could rearrange this life

I could make me the one you wanted

I thought, if I could make you believe this

I could make you the one I needed

Rearrange this, what the hell have I been

Doing with all my time inside this go round

Hell, it's not so merry but it's going around

Trying to rearrange this mess I'm living in

I felt, if I could rearrange this life

I could make you the one I needed

I wonder, if I could make me believe it

I could make me the one you wanted

Rearrange this, where the hell have I been

Drowning in my pity inside this go-round

Hey, it's not so merry but I'm going down

Trying to rearrange this mess I'm living in

Rearrange this life, I'm the only one I needed

Rearrange this, too high a price for what I wanted

Rearrange this life, I'm not really what you wanted

Rearrange myself, it's all I've ever really needed

When We Go (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

If you give a little, babe

Then you know I’ll give a lot

If you turn me topsy-turvy

I may get dizzy, but I won’t stop

When we go, we won’t together

I know it’s true, but I won’t like this

The way we part, tragically

Was there any point to it?

Psychotic, infection, this affection

Was it ever truly meant to be?

When we go, it won’t be forever

Part of you will stick with me

When we go, I won’t be together

I know it can’t be true, I won’t take this

The way we’ve gone, so painfully

Part of me will be lost, I’ll be much less

If I give a little more, babe

You’ll give not much more

Even if it’s a little bit too much

It won’t be enough anymore

When we go, it won’t be together

When we go, it won’t be forever

Together, no, never, this heart will break

Apart we must go, forever be, for my sake

In Death Do We Part (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

If you're to call love a sin

Then how can any of us win

If my heart is doomed to fail

Let me then, let my love sail

In death do we part the same

As you would have us do

Life's a bitter lonely game

Unless one and one make two

If the love between us fails

It won't be from your assails

You and I really are no different

If only the truth were transparent

In courts as our romance is declined

As hecklers scream for our demise

I implore you please, open your eyes

The beautiful bond our love's designed

In life we carry on just as

Two hearts in a romance sublime

In death do we part just as

You and yours will do in time

Magic Woman (Poetry)

1/14/2015

by Richard Rowell, Write W.A.V.E. Media Staff

O magic woman, won't you join your heart with mine

Take me in your arms, we're becoming intertwined

Magical incantations that your love creates

Taken in delirious of function time and space

Magic woman, won't you draw me in your life?

If you care to dare will you become my wife?

If you dare to care will you open up and say

That no other being has made you feel this way?

Darling angel, for your love I will repeat

The loving acts I made you at our first meet

And the careful tender words, I entreat you

To synchronize the rhythms of our heartbeats

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Fairy Tale (Poetry)

Wonder Child (Poetry)

A Little Paradox (Poetry)

Aftertaste (Poetry)

Imperfect in Its Perfection (Poetry)

Her Name Means Love (Poetry)

Gold Dusted (Poetry)

This Morning (Poetry)

All These Things (Poetry)

Spontaneous Combustion (Poetry)

Eden (Poetry)

Sweet Venom (Poetry)

Never Say Never (Poetry)

Emerald Eyes (Poetry)

The Method (Poetry)

Enchanted (Poetry)

Sweet Possibility (Poetry)

Sign of the Times (Poetry)

Hercules (Poetry)

Dust (Poetry)

Birth of a Prophet (Poetry)

Rearrange This (Poetry)

When We Go (Poetry)

In Death Do We Part (Poetry)

Magic Woman (Poetry)

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