| Ronan's Den | ||||||||||||||||||||
| Site last updated... December 6, 2000 | ||||||||||||||||||||
|
THE RAVEN'S CRY Slick black bird flies into the room Caw Caw never more sang the bird... But the bird didn't know that nevermore was his strong hold... was his shield from the pain Nevermore? LIVE BE STRONG Never give into the pain to the agony of truth, of life Death awaits, yes but death will not stop the pain of those who love the black bird Death is selfish only because it allows the dead release... while the rest of the world mourns the loss of another life Nevermore? HELL NO! Quoth the raven: "Nevermore!" UNTITLED eyes of jade, glowing facets of crystaline interior sparkle shining bright from the dark shadows hiding from reality hiding from the world bloody tears stain pale cheeks eyes once a glowing jade now glow like a fire heat inside pent up emotions threaten to break free bloody kisses taste of warm salt broken heart flows from bruised lips pumping with every painful beat the rythm of love slowly dying away VISONS seeing is believing what if my eyes are deceiving? mirage nonsense! that isn't really there .... or is it??? blury image floats outside my window scaring the hell out of me not a person not a shadow what the **** could it be?? what is that black shadow in the corner, larger than life?? moving shifting amorphous black shape comming closer to me enveloping me in its blackness lending me its power what do the faces behind mine eyes mean? floating sneering jeering evil eyes, horrible smile I wonder if I am crazy will they go away on their own? white shadow out of the corner of my eye swift sneaky gone in a second was it ever really there? voices calling my name no one is around Jessie... Jessie I turn nothing, no one heart pounding blood rushing what do you want???? Leave me alone!!!!!!!! (mmmk folks here is the poem i promised you by a certain Dr. by the name of Bob... he's sucha sweetie!!) UNTITLED I rise before the dawn, anxious and restless, like a fawn. I take a stroll down by the lake, So quiet and peaceful, for my sake. I watch the soft curls of mist, slowly rising, making many a fist. Across the water, a glimmer as the sun A bird soars, not a sound, in fun. So peaceful the dawn breaks, So beautiful a day makes. But as sweet as it seems, as beautiful as it gets, it still can't compare, to you. (mmmmk here's another one by a friend who prolly forgot me by now, but he wrote me a poem way back in the day .... ) JESSIE GIRL by Pedro Mendoza A lovely and sweet girl that can make any man fall in love, Jessie, a wonder made in heaven to bring thrills and joy to all. |
ROAR OF THE LION Roar, sweet lion let your pain and sorrow be heard Roar let the world know roar till it hurts roar till your breath runs out roar till your throat is raw roar till your heart bleeds with your pain Roar, mighty lion show your power bare your teeth let the world know that you are strong roar loud roar long make the world bow down to your strength and power Roar Purr, gentle lion your children are near show them your love protect them teach them Purr, lion send them to sleep with your song watch over them your rumble carries the message of love lion, let your pain out roar. lion, show your strength roar. lion, show your love purr. lion, just be. (This is a poem the great dionysus wrote to me and I would like to honor him by putting it on my website.) Dennis Hopes To Make Jessie Smile Dirty-girl princess of the delicate pea Who hath bewitched you? I think i know. Like so many of us, years ago, we didn't get enough of what we needed, leaving us a legacy of fear, from which proliferate veils of illusion, images of fantasex the electrifying shimmer of gauzes of allusion behind which the maiden spins alone in her closet, jealous of her solitude but who in her heart's deep core, is Being Beauteous dark angel of flaming ice. Around this dark sun revolve her lovers bewitched, swept by the eternal ethers of the wild, the ruinous waste, some wail in radical consternation gainst the vamp that brought them there; some smile with that inner satisfaction that comes from memories that stir the soul always already into that endless proliferation of language absent the transcendtal signifier. Some haven't a clue as to who she was, saw only the chance for a friendly ball, got it and went their way, but those of us compelled by your mistery, philosophers who've looked at being bare shall have felt the beauty of your might-- we alone are worthy of our anguish. We know the cost of loving you. | |||||||||||||||||||
|
I am sitting in my living room. An uncomfortable feeling overwealms me. The stark ugliness of it all. The sound of "nigga what" music disturbs the peace in the house. Newspapers lounge on the floor. Cups and glasses recline on tables. The white walls glare at me. They do not like the darkness of my soul. My green eyes flash at them. The walls glow less whitely, less brightly. They recede to their rightful places. They crowd my chair no more. I feel at home in the black leather chair that hugs my frame. Its soft, squishy cushions ease my pain and invite slumber. Their blackness feeds my power. My eyes droop even though the "nigga what" music beats behind me and the lights glare brightly. The fan whirrs overhead telling me to sleeep sleeeep sleeep sleep with every woosh as it goes around. The hairy dog on the floor twitches in dreamland. His lips move in a growl as each toe twitches and jerks in its own silent dance. He begins to snore a deep wheezing snore that grates on my nerves. The television flashes silent pictures. The idiocy of it all. Click goes the TV and a black screen greets me as the power is cut off. "Thug" music blares behind me. I sneeze. Goose bumps rise on my skin. Hairy dog rolls over and goes back to sleep with a wheezy groan, Silent slumber welcomes his old bones. Pain engulfs my legs. They are on fire. I try not to move them. I let them dangle over the chair like dead limbs. The pain concentrates in my right leg, flashing up and down my network of muscle fibers. First here, then there; the pain likes to travel. It likes to jump around in its cruel game of hopscotch, my body is its game squares. More "nigga what" music. Ack! No more! Please! The pain recedes as the cruel game comes to an end, for now. I relax my stiff legs. I rotate my ankles, hearing them pop and crack with each twist. My eyes droop closed and my breathing becomes deep and regular as the faces that flash behind my eyelids coax me into a fitful sleep filled with nightmares and things chasing me. RONAN THE LION(ESS)'S BIO Roight... I figgered it was time to finally and need I say finally? make some sort of bio for myself... people have been askin away and so here it is :) Name: Jessie, Jess, Ronan, Jessie-Poo, what ever people decide to call me Location: Port St. Lucie, FL Birthday: December 22, 1982 (that's right folks.. ima gonna be 18 this Christmas!!!!!!!!!) oh yea baby Favorite Animal(s): horses and lions woo hoo! Favorite Song at the moment: um *scratches head* Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down Favorite book: has to be the Earth's Children Series... Clan of the Cave Bear etc. by Jean M. Auel Favorite Movie: oy gods... i have no idea ... i like so many that it's hard to decide... The Crow, Braveheart, and what else? Rain Man top high on my list along with a few others What I like to do: ride horses (i swear it's awsome!), read books, swim (oh hell yea!), go to the beach, play with me doggies (they are the best :} ), i like to take long walks IF i have someone to walk with me ... gets quite boring by myself you know, i like to drive, and a buncha different things :) Family: have mom and dad and one brother... Pets: 2 male golden retrievers one is 3 the other is 9 Me: Awwrighty then. So far I have completed my Extended Essay with 4400 words and 11 pages. Had about 16 sources. Whew that was a year and a half's work there. I hope I get a great score on it. Right now in school we are working on a math project and our TOK papers. My math project has to do with nascar racing and the correllation between pole position and finishing position and schtuff. My TOK paper has to do with how literature and the human sciences help people to know and understand human behavior better. Oh yay. So far this year I have taken my ACT and SAT tests. I got my ACT scores back and I got a 29 which is much better than I'd hoped for. My SAT scores have not come back yet. I have been admitted to Oregon State University now and I am very excited about going away to college. Right now im in the process of looking for a car to buy and buying things for my dorm room. OH YES! i started exercising again... and doncha know it that I would go out and rip a tendon in my right knee. OH YEA. heh I may need surgery for that one. | ||||||||||||||||||||
| � | ||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||
|
This page has been visited
|