Her World In Poetry

What's Life and What's Fantasy


 

Run Of Innocence

 

Tame the beast that’s given into voyeurs of a moonlight night

I skulk amongst the shadows watching the demons fuck and fight

The innocent are fleeing all the delusional madness of the dark

The guilty are now awaking from their slumbers in the park

These shadows are of the moving entities that thrive on the dead

The devils gods are devouring all the words the bible said

The yellow eyes are opening as a siren to the hopeless one

The delicate velvet feet give chase to the innocent that run

 

 

 

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

 

 

© Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007

 

 

 


The Devil’s Following

 

On this night where the pure are blanketed

I praise the absolute lunar succession

The arches of my portal shelter the shadows

As I scratch my nails down the fiends back

Let the blood run free all over me

As between me he lies

The blood that I have tasted a thousand times before

Dwells in the craw of my subsistence

Devil pleasure by this beast of roused tendencies

His strength devours my weaknesses

And his deathly kiss draws the blood to facade

The masses soaked in virtuousness

As the devils disciple holds me in the crossing

This deadly pleasure is a crime to my inexperience

My eyes are open but I see nothing

My darkened iris blinded by the taste of evil purity

My thighs lubricated with the fiery efforts

Drench my body in pain to show I don’t suffer

But I exhibit the power of wholesomeness

 

 

 

 

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

 

 

© Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007

 

 

 

 

Ritual Suffocation


Here upon the nigh time terrain I lie
Alone with the shadows of the sconced walls draped
I stare into the night
Nimbus drowned moonlight appears
Through the pane of this cell
Alone, I am here
Waiting for the ritual of sleep to engulf me
I wipe the fear from my eyes
As the moment approaches
At the stroke of the darkest hour
I close my eyes and fill my lungs with the cool night air
and await.
I feel the movement
The vines of the metal patterns that surround me grows
Caging me into solitude, and
Through the sheets of protection
The ocean of hands break through the suffocation of the under world
The hands of the dead hold me down
Choking the soul out of me
The grey bone flesh
One by one they appear
The hand that strokes the darker than night silk threads
Is greeted by the hand that holds my throat
Then the hand that holds my mouth to silence salutes the hand
That appears through the now wombless abdominal flesh
I see the blood leave me
Cold before the slow absorption to the underworld
Stained like the ink on parchment
Internal masturbation gasping for life
The grip on my ankles makes me motionless
As I continue the ritual suffocation of my sole to the dead
Through the night time terrain I am consumed
Taken away to the underworld
And returned before I am awoken




Pamela James-Blackwood

© Copyright Pamela James-Blackwood 2007

 

Carry Me Into Darkness (Part 1)

 

 

Before the witching hour calls

I fall and

I find myself standing naked in the thunder

The harsh rain beats down

Causing pain on the delicate white dimpled flesh

I stand as though my day is here

In fear its my judgement

No idea what this means

As I stand surrounded by the occupied darkness

Elements witnessing

What is to become

To them it’s fun

I am one and one alone in land unknown

Along the gravel path I step

As the sky lights up with the crack

I step back

For ahead of me shadows appear

I fear those unknown to me

Their arms reach out

I shout

Who are you, what is it you want or need

I plead

To stop me from the shame

Of standing here naked in the rain

But the hooded footed life approach me

They faces covered but still they see

The wind catches their cloaks

And soaked by the rain they make way to me

The tallest tree I compare to he

Who is the creature that takes my side

I tried to flee but the other being takes hold of me

Some time until the light of day

These beastly beings carry me away

I beg and cry and ask them why

What is the reason, please stop and let me go

But NO

My voice is unheard in the storm of the dark

My bare bleeding feet dragged through the park

Through gravelled mud tracks and narrow lane

I cant continue in this pain

And as my weight falls on their hands

They stop me and blind me in these unknown lands

The cold of the rain takes over my body

As through woodlands now our journey turns

On this trek a minute is an hour

Weakening fast , no power to stop this madness

As the bruises start to appear under the pressing fingers

I hear the sound of snapping twigs stop as

I am levitated

To the stone slab of steel cold

The fold removed from my eyes open wide

And to the awaiting ropes my hands are tied

Nothing to see but the clouded moon

The rain still falls and lightning still strikes

To my calls

For help

On this night

Will this demeanour cease

As I call for peace to consume the moment

The moment that is dragging on

This is wrong

My body wet and turning grey

Yet these beasts have nothing to say

They standing there, just with the stare

Concealed

All it seems now

We are playing the waiting game

So I lie hear sky clad in shame

Not a clue what to do, but just wait

And see what fate brings

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

 

Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007

 

Eternal Ecounters

 

From the tree he jumped to me

He grasped my throat for him to see

He held my head his mouth made haste

He pierced my flesh, blood he did taste

 

My legs had left me, stand no more

He gently lowered to the floor

One arm did hold my head that rest

Whilst other gently caressed my breast

 

The tension was leaving my soul

All helped towards the vampires goal

My pulse was racing within this night

My body trembling, but not through fright

 

Unlaced the fabric, my chest now breathes

My body prepares the life it grieves

Before he took the last drop from me

He quickly went back to his tree

 

Upon the trunk he calmly stayed

My torso convulses as moonlights fade

I fear the worse takes over me

I’m paralysed now and can not see

 

Is this death, my body faces

No more time in earthly places

A mortal life, I failed to learn all

But now my soul will be eternal

 

 

 

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007

 

In The Devils Grasp (Part 1)

 

Within the devils shadows

I rock to the trembling floor

The moonlight casts a darkness

On the devil at my door

 

My eyes are glazing over

And my hands wont stop the shake

My robes are blackened mentally

I put my soul to stake

 

That’s all that I can offer

As I slowly rub my eyes

The devil stands before me

And from the floor I rise

 

My hand has opened to him

My palm is filled in greed

He has blinded my naivety

My soul has now been freed

 

No longer do I own it

No more shall I care

The Devil’s taken full control

The Devil standing there

 

He led me to his kingdom

A thrown awaited by his side

He stared into my soulless eyes

And ask me to be his bride

 

At the side of him I gently sat

Hand in hand we’d be

No more worries would I have in death

The Devil has control of me

 

 

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

Ó Pamela James-Blackwood Copyright 2007

Running from the nightmare!

 

The pace raced with dawn

Silently the hurried movement became routine

As the nightmare chased her

The fright graced her

And forwards was the only way

She ran, for a night and day

No question of where the moment lies

But she cries

The sweat and tears

Showed her fears

The fog was her only protection

But what was her intention

Where could she go in the dawning hours

The white satin of her dress glows

As it blows against the passing air

Her long black hair mirrors the flow

Where could she go

Her bare flesh splashes the freshly fallen rain

As her eyes haze from the pain

The search for Peace must begin

She must win

The creatures of the night clear her way

As she passes them by

Don’t cry they say

As the tears roll from her cheeks to the rushing

With fears to turn and face

The Nightmare

She continues the race to her sanity

The country lane is her wilderness

She is open to the willingness

Had the Nightmare caught up with her bleeding feet?

How much more could she endure

Is there anyone there for her

Her weeping awoke the sleeping of the night

A sad sight

The fear felt by every presence

Nothing was making sense

Then the sudden impact of the headlight

The silken unsullied virgin won her fight

Lost her fright

Fell to knees

As the largened figure of hope approached

Silhouetting from the beams of comfort

Her weeping into her hands

Has the Nightmare gone

The freed hand of tranquilizing use

Reaches out to her

The eyes of pale complexion fixes

On the hero of the night

The emotion mixes

As the manly beard cushions the breathtaking kiss
The clasp on the feeble sole has showed

Peace has found her

 

 

 

 

 

© Pamela James-Blackwood 2007

Midnight Ride

 

Lift me up lay me down

On the wirlderness we lie

Sssh, can you the hear the silence

From the deep purple sky

To the deep forests that surround

The secluded country passes by

Sink your teeth into the ripen flesh

And taste me in your mouth

As I gaze into the midnight sky

Smother me like blackened silk sheets

Pure bliss I cry

We hide in the monsterous night and slain

And your living art torso shelters me

As it rains

Under the headlight moon

Two body's glow as they move

To and fro

Breath with me, hold me tight

All that's between us tonight

Is the cold steel of the pentacle

That graces my neck

If this moment was a speck or a grain

I'd keep it safe in my pocket

And use it again and again

Though memories like this I lock into my mind

And you'll find, to me

You are the key

You have the power to control

Like when you ride the urban country tide

You dominate, you patrol

This is a journey we must see though

I enjoy what we would

 

 

Pamela James-Blackwood

 

 

 

© Pamela James-Blackwood 2007

 

The Lone Trucker

 

On the road again

As the Night Wish Kicks in

Tiredness eats away at my eyelids

Which fights the narcotic aroma

The new blood in me

Bones crack to mould the seat

Overture begins

We're away

Heading to the new

Through the hours

We are racing dusk

We is me and the lone trucker

Who shares his space 

Thrill seeking tensionless virgin

The gothic aura elopeing 

The smiles to face

As we split the drifting mist blanketing the way

My night wish crescendos

To the rapid increasing heart beat of the

Adrenaline stained clothes that I atone

Passing the passing fog lights

My eyes open from the tranquil fantasy

And here I am in tranquil reality

Never a moment I have had before

The night wish

Four hours of music eroticism in motion

And the lone trucker

Got me there

Explanations left at the slammed door

Two hundred miles back

He has more than one purpose

He knows.

 

 

Copyright Pamela James-Blackwood 2007