Jazelle

The Deceived Shreds of colors pass before my foolish eyes A brave heart never to grow old now dies Was it all just due to a simple lie? Burning sunlight falls down upon the land Hot blood seeps deeply into the sands How shall I ever come to love this man? The lovers' bitter words dredge up from the past Ho, all of life is trapped in a clear crystal glass Shall we drink this tainted wine unto the last? Choices are made and broken in heated wagers How still the heart of one is so measured Life is what we give up for thy pleasure. -Annette Rust 2003

Ink The ink flows from my pen to stain the paper with words that burn the eyes and numb my mind. Is this a curse that binds my being and words or is it a blessing haunting my waking hours? As the ink penetrates the surface the truth comes to light in all hell's black fury. If this is a blessing then let it be a curse for I do not find myself blessed. What fashion is this ink binding both paper and my words? To endure I know not how or why. And if a curse then let it burn on unto the end of all my days. For I have come to know curses do endure where blessings vanish with just a light breath. My blood is tainted forever bou

Fate's Blade Oh Fate, thee are akin to a jeweled encrusted sword whose double-sided blade, gleams and glitters in the cold night. In truth, thou art falsely wrapped in finery and gems concealing thy true purpose that of deceit and lies whispered solemnly upon the breath of those soon to be damned. Icy cold steel, unyielding, uncaring riding the hot passage of times' every lengthening fingers. The blade draws its victim in with many spicy scented dreams floating upon the air, only to ensnare the unwary with its hopeful, bittersweet taste of revenge. Oh Fate, thy ever slick silvery, agonizing, indifferent blade art always ready to reap, th

Fire and Ice Cold is thy lips in these icy flames of death. Shall I join thee with the fire of my blood. And let it to freeze against your cold flesh? Oh, so hot does the knife sting my flesh. I feel death's cold breath creep up my body. I give thee one last hot passionate kiss Our bodies forever freeze in an eternal embrace. -Jazelle copyright 1999 This poem is based on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet