Thursday Dark poems, song, short stories, non-fiction native issues, healing arts

reader, writer, paddler, outdoorsman, who writes songs, poems and more and always up for a new challenge "my torn frayed mind is haunted by a thousand ghosts of my own creation...." Call / email me !!    thursdaydark@hotmail.com THE STORY COLLECTOR I feel everyone loves a good story , and everyone HAS a good story .... weave your tale for the storyteller , any topic real or imagined , and you just may be included in "the book". THE ADVISOR .... ask a question , recieve an answer !! a good listener , help and healing CLICK HERE   for New Works THE STORY TELLER come my children sit   gather around listen to my words as I spin you a tale sometimes unbelievable sometimes unthinkable Always a thrilling ride . . . . Whether it be Truth or Lie I am the Master of Words I drink from the Chalice of madness . . . CHARACTERS . . . . do you create them or do they create you ?? It was a grey day    a black day should never have been Twas Thursday Dark and I was Born the sky has been crying since Once a week I am created Once a week I am destroyed . . . On a Thursday Dark. I'm in a cold dark place where my screams are unheeded tears fall silently    neverending my face   my eyes   no longer mine Identity gone    self gone my own skin the silent enemy look at a mountain in the morning sun now in afternoon    now in twilight See the light and shadow ?? Well the shadows are me and those shadows play rough . . . . Somehow   Someway   Someday I wrote a poem or song became lost became one of my many characters Thursday Dark If you close your eyes and imagine you can think of some pretty fantastic things. What do you think God could do if he closed his eyes and imagined . . . . why, He could even create YOU . . . . Tonight at Midnight All will be Revealed Hide in the Lies Behind your Eyes Previously concealed THE ECSTASY OF MY DEMISE casket warm now    my final lover Truly    Eternally I'm feelin sexy now all wrapped in silk I wish you could see me bleed I got my headstone   my companion cold earth as my friend Dark Shadows know me I call them home Blackness my Final Disguise all livings' senseless I'm dreaming endless in the ecstasy of my demise . . . . THE MAN ON THE BOTTOM OF THE STAIRS sometimes I get this feeling it takes me by surprise I think I'm becoming The man on the Bottom of the stairs everyone has their problems there are many solutions or are there really ?? standing there on the bottom step a loaded gun a tear in my eye a bloodstained note to say goodbye standing there on that bottom step life flashing before my eyes the good   the bad   the indifferent some people say it matters i don't know    i don't know i don't know the man on the bottom of the stairs has turned on me a loaded gun a tear in my eye a bloodstained note to say goodbye the man on the bottom of the stairs reaching to me    laughing at me as fate dances alone so here I am now too thinking about life   standing on the bottom step like the bottom rung   of the ladder of life a loaded gun a tear in my eye a bloodstained note to say goodbye friendships turn to ashes   gilfriends to stone i'm crying and weeping   standing alone and i'm on that step . . . . Hand clutched on the trigger as you hear the shot ring out from the gun the man on the Bottom of the Stairs has Won . . . . a loaded gun a tear in my eye a bloodstained note to say goodbye Do you want to know more? Contact : thursdaydark@hotmail.com