** Vampyres ** Found & Lost The Lady in Black She Who Walks In The Rain ** Love & Hurt ** Heart & Spirit Nickle Love Wave of Heartache

Poems by Robert Felix ** Cyber Lands ** Valentine Cyber Plea A Friend ** Songs ** Ballad of the Winds Given & Taken

** Silly Stuff ** Genie Play scene ** Reflections ** Regrets?

Found & Lost We met on the wet dismal night both seeking to find some relief We saw the long fall from the cliff to the deep frothing sea beneath We thought of a plot of release by drowning ourselves underneath You spoke of the joke labeled love how it maims its victims with pain You told of his cold hardened heart when his love you could not retain You cried as you tried to pretend that love could have meaning again I spoke of the yoke that I bore condemned by a curse in my past I told of the bold thirsty vamp comsuming my blood at long last I shared how despaired I became compelled to such bloody repast We found common ground in the sound of speaking our life's misery We talked as we walked together away from the call of the sea We shared as we bared our feelings plainly for each other to see I felt for the welt you were dealt when his love was brought to an end I knew from the few I'd been through that heartaches can tatter and rend I showed that your load of sorrow will lessen if shared with a friend You heard my absurd tragic words of the fare on which I must feed You wept and you kept holding me performing that brave noble deed You gave what could stave my hunger providing the fresh blood I need We fell to the spell completely that sharing our pain can impart We let ourselves get enamoured in probing the ways of the heart We knew as we drew much closer that tender emotions might start You saw I was falling in love you were not real sure what to do You thought we should not continue because you did not feel love too You left me bereft of all hope when you said I could not see you I plead you to heed my request and come back to end my despair I strive to survive loneliness with no one I can hope to share I pray that some day I can find some one who is willing to care

The Lady in Black

There among the smoky shadows she hid
Her ebon cloak blending into the haze
Eyes of hot steel regarding all I did
Luring me into a dark spellbound daze
Anger and interest warred in her eyes
Demanding to know what campaign I led
Yelling at me to stop recounting lies
Into the calm shady darkness she fled
Now as I ponder the crimson red stain
Bringing emotions from all that I saw
Letting my feelings enlighten my view
A cold wave of panic crosses my brain
Could it be love or your vampire call
Keeping me longing to be close to you




She Who Walks In The Rain

She who walks in the rain
Her mind full of the pain
Etched now onto her brain

When it happened that way
His love started to stray
Out from her life to stay

When the one did not care
At the passion kept there
Love was too much to bear
Keeping hurting hid where
Sadly she could not share

In the rain she now feeds
No one fulfills her needs

Then a fresh face appears
He can stop all her tears
Ending the void she fears

Rain falls out of the sky
As she weighs out his cry
If his love she would try
Next time sadness is nigh





Heart & Spirit

O little pump a beating strong,
pushing the gift of blood along.
O little heart longing to send,
life-giving love to a dear friend.

O little fist why do you flail,
and hold your pulse 'til it is stale?
Open the valves and let it flow,
to a new clime please let it go.

To gain a healing breath of air,
to share its throb with tender care;
On churning veins it makes its leave,
Hoping to bring and to receive.

But what is this, O twisted knot,
although it goes it comes back not?
The route it leads has no return,
it ever bleeds to careless spurn.

Slam shut the doors and hold them tight,
for it must win this fatal fight.
A drastic ploy to save its breath,
to keep from bleeding on to death.

O little heart how can you feel,
behind those walls you made so real?
Stale feelings circle back and forth,
Until they lose their magic worth.

Nickel Love The sound in the woods of the crickets' soft song or the loud crash of thunder rolling along, The smell at the mill of some wood freshly sawn or the cinnamon smell of pies baking on, The sight of the cut on a finely worked gem or the jagged charm of a simple rose stem, The taste of a berry plucked fresh from the vine or the cultured taste of an old savored wine, The touch of a delicate cool summer breeze or the determined touch so eager to tease, These differing things that astound and amaze remind me I love you in so many ways.

Wave of Heartache Wave of heartache, naive mistake, many to make Cycle of sadness, no learning curve ken First furtive glance, smacks of romance, starlit tapdance Shadows of sharing, no warning signs then Blissfully blind, callously kind, faithless behind Pattern of torment, no guarding heart pen True feelings shown, butterfly flown, crying alone Circle of anguish, no caring again That look I see, is it at me? Could this one be?

Valentine

Journey through a land you can fake a past;
Engage in worlds of sin that have no price,
The witch said as she fed me tales of vice,
And I fell to the spell her tauntings cast.
I soon saw that most all lived rather fast;
My warm heart had no part with ones of ice,
Even flights of delights would not suffice,
Leading me soon to see friends didn't last.
Aching heart, torn apart, razed in despair;
By some chance I did glance in garden lair,
Enraptured, soul captured by princess rare.
Lies aside, we did confide our sorrow bare,
Leaving go of our woe held tight with care,
Evermore, always sure, of love we'll share.



Cyber Plea

Shadows in windows, flat land of pretend,
Invites and excites of joys for man kind.
But more its allure was hopes I may find,
Love in a soul twin to share in a friend.
Into my purview you wrought a guild rare,
No clue warning you my love you'd incite.
Growing not knowing if you would requite;
Xeric and cholic it dines on sparse fare.
And how can I now pursue your pent heart?
Not sure anymore I can breach its shield.
Do you want me to resist wanting through?
Respond to the bond that we can not part,
Edging us pledging our fate to be sealed,
And share all our care as real lovers do.

A Friend She walked down a path in a misty land She started alone but soon felt the hand Of an unseen friend walking there by her side. No way she could see of even to feel The form of her friend that was not quite real But she soon felt calm in the sound of his voice. Darkness drew over and shrouded her eyes She called out to him; Yes, he was still there And soon daybreak came and the path light again. She would stumble down and pull herself up Yes, he was still there; she could feel his help Soon walking again with her injuries bound. Her fears would assail and make her feel small But then she would call and know he was there And with his dear help she could conquer herself. The winds will blow hard and the rains wash bare Remember dear friend, I will always care Right there by your side, I will always reside.

Ballad of the Winds

O winds that greet the morning light, that led him there into my sight, and brought about a friendship bright; A magic time of rapt delight. refrain: The winds of time stream surely past. On these stray wings our fate is cast. Both sweet and bitter are its blast. And long its fragrances do last. And long its vagrancies do last. O winds that rose a reddish flush, when o'er my hands he'd idly brush. Then to my heart a trill would rush, so strong I thought it fain would crush. refrain O winds that held our voices still, with numbing fears our hearts did fill. O that we had the strength and will, to speak of love with artful skill. refrain O winds that blow with fickle change, that wooed his heart and feet to range. Our budding love, cut down, estrange; My joy for sorrow then exchange.

refrain O winds that follow at his side, be swift to help and sure to guide. Now back to me please softly glide; To me some news of him confide. refrain O winds that sting my watching eye, please help me as I seek to spy, some balm to ease my sorrow's cry; To still my heart its mournful sigh. refrain O winds that tease me through the night, with sounds of him made now in spite, that soar my errant fancy flight; I feel afresh my heartless plight. final refrain: O winds that flow with changing blast, return my love from squandered past. To him alone my heart holds fast. And long my diligence will last. And long my vigilance will last.

Given and Taken A son given to loving parents; full of delight A breath taken by newborn child; blinded by light The years passed by and the woods reared him well Parents taken in tragic assault; suspicious deed Orphan given to careless trustee; blinded by greed The tears passed by and the woods salved his wounds Manhood taken by tormented youth; blinded by pride Distrust given by heartless village; meting deride The years rolled on and the woods proved his friend A heart given in ardent passion; blinded by lust A dream taken by malice design; using his trust The tears rolled on and the woods eased his shame A stone taken by wandering elf; fragile and small A glimpse given to silent watcher; blinded by awe The years passed by and the woods cleared his sight A path given to seek the sly elf; mysteries grope A quest taken by dream chasing soul; blinded by hope The years rolled on and the woods helped him search

Genie:

A genie I found in an urn
by giving the lid a slight turn.
One look at her face
and I broke the vase,
so to it she could not return!



Play Scene

The gleam of the light, the thrill of the night
began as she stepped on the stage.
The story to tell, that she knew so well
took place in a far distant age.

She fled from the town; it was burning down
and left her poor son there to die.
But then she found out and there was no doubt
that someone had kept him alive.

Her style of life as a governor's wife
was soon in a terrible bind.
The death of her mate caused her whole estate
to come to the boy left behind.

She looked for the one who had kept her son
and found her in some parts unknown.
The woman, it seems, with her modest means
was raising the boy as her own.

The judge in his chair; her lawyers were there
and soon at the circle they start.
She pulled for her gain; the other in pain
refused now to tear him apart.

The judgment is mete, her part is complete,
the child is given away.
She thought as she fell, "I hope all goes well",
and ended her part of the play.

I: I'll not forget her pain filled face held tight that night in my embrace. Tears streaming from her tortured eyes, her sobbing voice cried out, "Not wise!" "Not wise?" I asked, "What do you mean?" She said, "I thought you would have seen. I'm not the one that you should seek, for carnal fun my flesh is weak." "I care enough," my ardour lied. Held in my arms she gently cried, "I'll hurt you much, my chastely dove." I said again, "I want you, love." Soon afterward we were a pair; I thought I'd found a love so rare. With all we shared so happily, I thought I'd found the one for me. Soon afterward my sister found my one had strayed and played around. I spoke to her, she simply sighed, "You know, my love, I really tried." I held her close and kissed her cheek, "Alas, my dear, I too am weak." And so we drifted paths apart and I sought ways to patch my heart. Should I have harkened to her tale and fled from her with love still pale? Should I have let my passion flow and learned of things I've still to know? II: I'll not forget her startled gasp when I a secret did unclasp, "I used to have a crush on you." Her thoughtful voice replied, "Me too." "You too?" I asked, "What do you mean?" She said, "I thought you would have seen. From times I came to seek you out there would, I thought, have been no doubt." "You were supposed to laugh at me, so then," I said, "I would feel free, To marry your friend in the spring as I have promised with that ring." Soon afterward we took a walk and had a strange and dreamlike talk. She said, "My friend, don't think of me as you decide where you should be." Soon afterward I set my mind, for I thought we would never find, The kind of life that we could start, for our life goals were far apart. To her of this I did not speak because right then I was too week. And so we drifted paths apart and I sought ways to ease my heart. Should I have harkened to my daze and fled from plans of wedding days? Should I have kissed her lips that night and held her in my arms so tight? V: I'll not forget her gentle sigh when for her love I made a try, in hopes that we could lovers be. Her sad sweet voice wrung out, "Not me." "Not you?" I asked, "What do you mean?" "I thought," she said, "You would have seen. I do not search for lovers here, I will not let any draw near." "I'll be content," my ardour said, "To be a dear close friend instead." "I would," she beamed, "like that alot, if you can stand what things are not." Soon afterward we came to share the joys and woes that our lives bear. Our friendship grew as we became aware of ways we felt the same. Soon afterward she told me of a special one she grew to love. My look accused, she simply sighed, "You know, my friend, I had not tried." I shook her hand and wished her well and hoped my pain she could not tell. I felt my tears begin to start and I sought ways to drown my heart. Should I have harkened to her plea and fled from hopes that love could be? Should I have turned and walked away in hopes she'd miss me some sad day?