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Darin Lee

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Hammond, IN, US

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Memories

by

Darin Lee

Oh! Eddie;...is that an altar in your living room?
"This candle I light in the memory of love.
Good bye sweet Alice, happy journey.
This canlde I burn, Shall burn for all time;
a symbol of the flame we shared.
Good bye sweet Alice; happy journey."
Oh Eddie;...is that sweet Alice in her wedding dress?
The picture is faded and torn; its hard to tell.
...and that...; a lock of her hair, ...and her wedding ring?
"Sweet Alice is gone now
This candle I light, I burn for her soul.
A guiding light to eternity.
These candles I burn, Shall burn for all time.
Candles of the dead...now burn!!"
Oh Eddie;...a memorial to the dead?...an altar of canldes?
Right here in the living room?


Together Be We

by

Darin Lee

Listen for me when the night comes warm
to your windowsill
...and seems to watch;
seems to whisper.
Can you hear me?
Look for me when the moon molds its' many faces
and vainly grins...with pleasure
at its' wonders.
Am I there, somewhere?
Taste me in the nocturnal mists
that sweetly linger.
Smell me
as the teasing breaze breathes cool breaths upon you neck.
Feel me...I am the mystic stirring.
I am passion.
Touch me; I am desire...
and together be we but;

Sinners.


Tha Vampire

by

Darin Lee

The darkness
where has it gone?
I sit here 'neath
the angry sun,
its' filfth
filling me with sickness.
I ache for the shadows
for the darkness
for the silence
of the midnight hours.
Where are the demons?
Where have they gone?
their mighty wings are
still.
No more do they stir
the winds of passion
that send men to
the fathomed halls of kingdoms
of pleasure.
Oh how I ache.
Where is the darkness?
Where has it gone?
this sickening light
is burning me.
How long will this go on?
Where is my darkness,
Where is my chill?


Untitled

by

Darin Lee

As I walked I found
a shallow puddle down about my feet.
I knelt to touch it and to see
what lie beneath.
Under my fingers the little puddle quivered
in its soul
my reflection shivered
its' glossy surface severed.
as I waited,
and watched the ripples dissipate
I wondered was it too late
to change this little puddles fate.
tommorow it would be gone
and dried
all that will be left is
that which this little puddle would hide
lying here
where this little puddle had died.