Freda

the night i gave
birth to freda
an angel hovered around me.

when freda was born
she had black hair
snowwhite skin
blood red lips
and a bundle of joy.
i loved her instantly.

as a mother i
saw freda grow
growing into a
beautiful woman.

she helped other people
nice person
wonderful
quiet.


soon she gave birth
to a daughter
Lisa.
just like her mother
and loved her

it is said that
when freda had lisa
there were angels around
them

the love of a mother
is a timeless treasure.

Demons

every day i see you
your tiny body shaking
your actions
being possessed by a demon

how i hate to see
you suffer
i see you fight
fight these demons.
the demons trying to possess you.

A chechen love story

this is a story
a love story.
in chechnya

a young couple
two of them coming from
conflicting clans
they were in love.
a forbidin love.

everynight
they would sneak off
knowing their families would
not approve

one night, dimitri was killed
his girlfriend never knew
for weeks.

when mia found out
she cried
she cried for weeks.
a river of tears
flowing from her eyes.
she cried until she was blind.

mia lost her sight
and who she was.
with the wind in her hair
she starts anew.

putting this loss
behind her
and stops crying.
she walks to her house
knowing she can find a
new love.

finding my way

the big dipper
guiding me through life
and in the desert

each sta
a loved one in the sky
in the dipper

such beauty
so clear
so bright
in the winter sky

i shall follow the dipper
until i get to where i want.
its beauty haunting me

i keep looking up
and looking up
looking up at the dipper.

when i get to my destination
i look up at the dipper
again.
thanking my ancestors
for guiding me.

Howling at the moon

the lone wolf
is howling at the moon
the moon gives him stregnth
such a full moon.

tonight it is big
round
and bright.
helping prepare the wolf
for a fight.

the fights are daily
and the wolf needs his strength.
after he howls
he runs to find enemies
enemies to kill.
however, one finds him.
his mortal enemy.

he chases the enemy in the forest
until he is tired.
then he attacks.

after the kill
the wolf howls again
to warn others to stay away.

he looks up at the moon.
which is giving him more power.
soon the wolf fells asleep
on this great night.

Ghost

i walk into the dark forest
behd my house.
like i do every night.
but tonight scares me.
i don't know why.

then i hear noises
very scary noises.
i keep looking
and i just see shadows
in the moonlight.

I run faster.
then i see a ghost.
white as a sheet.
tall
anorexic.
dead looking.

have i been drinking?
i must lay off.

i want to run but
i am paralyzed with fear.
the ghost keeps screaming:
"help me."

then i get the balls
to run so more.
i run until i am on the street.
standing under the street light
i hear the tortured screams.

i keep running
until i am standing
at the front door of
my house.

out of breathe
i get into the shower
to get the sweat off.
then i get into bed
but i can't sleep.
having nightmares of the ghost.
how scary is that?

Every morning

every morning i see you.
in your white gawn and black wings.
my archangel.
standing there.. protecting me.
from life's dangers
making sure i am fine.

Every morning i see you
in your white gawn and white wings.
and your friends.
my gardien angels.
guiding me through the day.

Every night i dream of you
seeing you in heaven.
enjoying your new life.
one can be medically dead...
and still alive.

Everyone is alive.

Mother

dear mother
how i love you.
will i die for you?
yes.
i shall
i lovve you more than anything.
how the angels arranged our meeting.

dear mother
i owe my loyalty to you
because you gave me loyalty.
through thick and think
i will be there for you.

Quite the life

i step into the autopsy room
my play area.
i see a body on the slab.
i see many stab wounds on the body.
such rage.
such hatred
i feel sorry for the vicitim. this is just the piliminary examination.

i cut in
everything looks fine.
everything but the stab wounds.
i see everything that this person did to their body.

they had a hard life.
and i can see it.
calusted hands,
hard muscles,
tattoos.

this person lived quite the life.

madness

i could not do my job today.
so many things on my mind
from the night before,
i am madder than ever.
the madness
preventing me from doing my autopsy
I scare myself.

all i know is that there is a body
infront of me.
time to do my job.
as i make the insission i...
lose my focus.
couldn't do my job.

i did not know i had emotions.
emotions hidden away.
not for the world to see.

i mess up the autopsy
for the first time in my career
have i finally lost it.

Bodies

cememetaries
i always go to cememetraies
when i am not preforming
autopsies.

people say around town
that the mad coroner is stalking
the grave yard looking for more....
bodies to dig up.
And that's what i plan to do tonight.
my assisstant and i dig up nine good bodies.
we take them back to the morgue.
We take the bodies to the autopsy room.
One by One.
then i get to work.

when the bodies are re-asembled
i revive them
Another night's work done.

then i let them loose on society
a society that shunned me.
by day i do autopsies
by night i bring the bodies into
the autopsy room and create new life.
this is my revenge.
sweet revenge in the morgue.

Poor Girl

I walk to work and arrive
as I walk into the morgue
the smell of death greets me.
It greets me like a faithful pet.
the smell gets stronger as i approach
the autopsy room.
I get the first body ready.
It is a girl who was stalked.

I start the Y-insission
hard part is over
taking one organ out one at a time.
weighing and disecting them ever
so carefully.
I look for other injuries
before going for the brain.
she has bruises new and old.

then i get the brain out using
the bonesaw.
there was bleeding in the brain
and broken bones.

from there i note
the cause of death was"
Blunt force trauma
the poor girl.
So beautiful and beautiful
in life and death.
i close the body up
and i cry for the girl
and for what she had to endure.
death for her was a blessing
because she would not live a
full life...
after what that psyco did
to her.
Poor Girl