Poems by Catpaws
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Walking on the other side Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
As we are born into this world, we are mortal flesh, new and fresh, full of life. Growing stronger with every breath.
Time passes and life seems routine and mundane. We are searching for something new, and challenging, something beyond mortal understanding. We are not satisfied anymore with trivial things. We soon lose our focus, and desire for material well-being.
We are know in constant limbo, torn between what's life, and what is not. We have no certain direction, or motive to keep us going.
We are seeking for a mentor, a higher power, a source that will guide us through. Yet they do not answer, why? We are struggling to find the answers to our beings, and wanting out of this mortal realm. We beckon yet again: guide us over to the other side. Show us this everlasting bliss that we so deeply desire. Yet again they do not answer.
We begin to see our lives passing by our eyes, visions of the past, and of the future, flashing into our minds. Yet there seems to be no light at the end of the pathway. Instead there stands a large, dark figure, off to the distance, seemingly moving towards us. Will he be able to answer our burning questions?
We stand here at the threshold, waiting for a sign. He is slowly pointing in this direction, and motioning for us all to come. The aura was great, and it seemed to push us forward, letting us get a view of the figure.
We are now at his feet, and at his mercy. He simply asks, "Have you lost your way, little ones?" "Why have you come here?" "What is it you seek?" We look up at him and say, "We desire to leave our mortal shells, and are seeking gaudiness." He stands in front of us, looking down, and places his hands upon our heads. We feel a sudden rush, and immediate lifting of our selves, leaving the shell to crumble and die. He has wrapped us in his aura, and welcomes us to the other side.
For we now know our true destiny, and why we were the chosen few. So.. "Who is this mentor, this higher power, you ask?" He is the "Lord of Darkness." The "Phenom." The "Undertaker."
"Where oh Where!" Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
"On the lighter side"
Where oh where has my taker gone? Oh where oh where can he be?
He has vanished from my sight. No more lessons at the "Learning Tree!"
Where oh where has my Taker gone? Oh where oh where can he be?
Wrestling hasn't been the same. And no one can take your place, you see.
Where oh where has my Taker gone? Oh where oh where can he be?
No more evil little laughs, no more come hither looks, no more gorgeous body for me.
Where oh where has my Taker gone? Oh where oh where can he be?
No more riveting storylines. The lockroom abounds with attitudes. Oh Gee!
Where oh where has my Taker gone? Oh where oh where can he be?
Taker, whenever you decide is the right time. Come on back me, to us the "c.o.t.n." Please, please, please!!
Sir Mark... am hoping that you are healing well, and know that my candles stay lit. Blessed Be!!
Dedicated to my "Lord"
Behold the "Purple Rose" Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
I have a garden, a very beautiful garden, a very secret garden. It contains blooms, and buds, and flowers of all colors, and type. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of the essence of spring, after a gentle rain. For this secret garden is not seen by antone but I.
I go here to meditate, and be one with nature. Here in this garden is a very special rosebush. This bush contains the very rare and beautiful "Purple Rose!" his was gift from "My Lord" my "Master" the "Phenom." It is here to remind me of the fragileness of life, and the ever-evolving chain of life, and death.
As I sit here and ponder, and look upon it, it seems to contain magic. As I meditate, and focus my mind onto it, I can hear my "Lord" speaking to me. It is his way of communicating with me til I pass over to the other side. He is saying, "This is a symbol of my soul." "For this "Purple Rose" will never wither, and will never die." As neither will my soul, only my mortal self.
I am at such peace here in this garden, as I ponder this "Purple Rose." All will eventually wither and die here in this garden. But the "Purple Rose" is perpetual, and everlasting, and will stand erect, and full of life, even after all is dead and gone.
My "Lord" has summoned me to this garden, and to this "Purple Rose" and says, as I meditate, "You are not ready little one." "You are a faithful, and dedicated creature." "I will not take you yet." "You will when your time has come." "For you have much work to do."
A gentle breeze passes over, and I am back in the garden with the "Purple Rose" before me. I am at peace with my "Lord" and with the nature around me once again. I rise and raise my arms to the heavens, and bless this magical, and secret garden. Behold the "Purple Rose!!"
Dedicated to my "Lord"
"The Phenom"
"The Undertaker"(tm)
"The Phenom is coming!" Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
As I look upwards toward the skies, they are filled with the darkest of clouds. All living things seem suspended in lifeless animation.
There is no boundless cheer, no children laughing, no happiness to get us through these darkest of days.
The months have been long, and arduous. Still looking for that ray of sunshine to return. I seem to be motionless, while the dark clouds continue to swirl around me.
There is no joyous anticipation on Mondays, and Thursdays. No desire to continue the endless torture, of no "Phenom."
There is the haunting, continuous question of "When will the "Phenom" return?" It has gone unanswered for weeks, and endless weeks.
Alas!!!! As I look again upwards toward the darkened skies, there appears a single ray of golden sunlight peering through the blackened clouds.
It warms my face, and the deepest part of my soul. Is this perhaps a sign? Is this a message from the beloved "Phenom" himself? As I ask myself these questions, there is a joyness in my soul. My soul feels free of the laden darkness that surrounded it.
The skies begin to clear. The heat of the golden sun, once again begins to shine bright. It is a sign that the "Phenom" is coming!
So, I say to all the Creatures Of The Night, grab that sunray, and hold it dear. It is a sign from the "Phenom" himself. All will be right with the world once again. Fear ye not, for the "Phenom" is coming!!
Dedicated to my "Lord"
"The Phenom"
"ARMAGEDDON RETURNS!" Witten by Catpaws1@aol.com
AS I SIT IN MY OOHH SO ROUTINE DAILY LIFE, I FEEL THERE IS SOMETHING BIG, SOMETHING ON A GRAND SCALE IS ABOUT TO OCCUR. I cannot QUITE FIGURE IT OUT YET THOUGH.
AS I SLEEP EACH NIGHT, I HAVE VISIONS. VISIONS I DO NOT UNDERSTAND. THERE IS MUCH CHAOS, AND MAYHEM SEEMS TO ABOUND. WHAT DO THESE DARK VISIONS PORTRAY? WHAT DO THEY MEAN?
I AM FEELING THAT MY LIFE IS SUDDENLY, AND DRASTICALLY GOING TO CHANGE. EVERYDAY SEEMS TO BRING MORE VISIONS, AND MORE SENSE OF AN IMPENDING, AND DRAMATIC EVENT.
SOMETHING IS ABOUT TO TAKE PLACE. HOW, WHERE, WHEN, AND WHY ARE NOT YET CLEAR. I FEEL A CHILL EVERY TIME I PONDER ON THE THOUGHT.
ON THIS RETICULAR NIGHT, I HAVE SEVERAL VISIONS. VISIONS OF TOTAL DESTRUCTION. BUT NOW, I ALSO HEAR A VOICE CALLING OUT MY NAME, A LITTLE LOUDER EACH TIME. I TRY TO AWAKEN, BUT CANNOT.
AS I, AM, AND TURNING, THE VOICE IS LOUD AND CLEARLY A MASCULINE ONE. BUT WHO WOULD INVADE MY DREAMS? FOR THE VOICE IS NOW SUMMONING ME AGAIN. "CHILD OF THE NIGHT, COME TO ME." "COME SIT AT MY FEET, AND LISTEN CLOSELY."
AS I SEEMINGLY FEEL A PEACE, I, AM, AT THE VOICES FEET NOW. THE VOICE NOW APPEARS AS A VISION. A VISION OF A LARGE CLOAKED, BEARDED FIGURE. BUT WHO IS HE? HE POINTS FOR ME TO SIT. "I HAVE SUMMONED YOU, MY CREATURE OF THE NIGHT, FOR THE TIME IS NEAR, OF MY MISSION."
THE FIGURE COMES OUT FROM THE SHADOWS TO REVEAL HIS FACE. FOR IT IS MY "LORD!" HE HATH SUMMONED ME HERE. "WHAT DO YOU ASK OF ME MY "LORD?" HE SAYETH, "I WANT YOU TO GO AND PREPARE ALL MY CREATURES TO UNITE AND STAND FAST, FOR SOON ALL WILL BE CHANGED FOREVER." "ARMAGEDDON IS UPON US!"
YOU, MY FAITHFUL ONE HAVE GIVEN YOU SOUL WILLINGLY. SO IT IS THAT I CHOSE YOU FOR MY MESSENGER." "GO YE AND WARN THOSE NONBELIEVERS IF THEY DO NOT REPENT, THEIR SOULS WILL BE MINE." "I WILL RETURN SOON TO Collect MY PRIZES."
CHILLS RUN UP MY BACK, AND I AWAKEN WITH A REAL SENSE OF PURPOSE. THANK YOU MY "LORD" FOR I, AM, AND YOURS FOREVER. SO THIS I SAY TO THE W.W.F.. "BE FOREWARNED!" "FOR MY "LORD", HE COMETH, AND "ARMAGEDDON" COMETH WITH HIM!" ARE YOU READY? I AM!!
DEDICATED TO MY "LORD"
"THE PHENOM"
"HERE I AM" Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
I WALK THROUGH LIFE, SEEMINGLY LOST AND CONFUSED, AND ALONE, CALLING OUT...HERE I AM!
I AM TRAPPED BETWEEN THE WORLDS OF THE LIVING AND THE DEAD, KNOWING NOT MY PLACE...HERE I AM!
I CANNOT SEE ABOVE ME. I CANNOT SEE BELOW ME...HERE I AM!
I CRY OUT TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE, FOR A SIGN, AND HEAR NOTHING IN RETURN. I CRY OUT THE WORLD BELOW ME, AND AGAIN HEAR NOTHING IN RETURN...HERE I AM!
I HAVE NOT THE STREGNTH TO STRUGGLE ANYMORE. I HAVE NOT THE WILL TO GO ON...HERE I AM!
I WISH TO NOT LIVE IN MY HUMAN EXISTANCE ANOTHER DAY LONGER. I WANT OUT OF MY MORTAL BODY...HERE I AM!
I LAY DOWN MY HEAD, ANDCLOSE MY EYES. I SURRENDER MY MORTAL SELF TO WHATEVER WORLD SHALL CLAIM ME. ..HERE I AM!
I AM WAITING FOR THE "REAPER" TO COME. I LAY PATIENTLY FOR HIS ARRIVAL...HERE I AM!
I SEE A DARK VISION COME TOWARD ME. I WELCOME HIM TO ME...HERE I AM!
I KNOW NOW THAT THIS IS MY "LORD" I WILL SURRNEDER WILLINGLY...HERE I AM!
I SAY TO MY "LORD" "I AM READY TO GO WITH YOU!" "I GIVE YOU MY SOUL IN RETURN"...HERE I AM!
I HEAR MY "LORD" SAY TO ME, "NO, THIS IS NOT YOUR TIME, AS YOU ARE NOT READY, BUT YET!"...HERE I AM!
I FEEL HIS HANDS UPON MY BODY, AND HE SAYS TO ME. "I WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH YOUR MORTAL EXISTANCE." "DO NOT FEAR, FOR YOU ARE NOT ALONE." I SAY...HERE I AM!
I LOOK A FINAL TIME INTO MY "LORD'S" EYES, AND I AM FOR ONCE AT PEACE WITH MYSELF...HERE I AM!
I SEE MY "LORD" FADING. I AM BACK IN MY MORTAL BODY. MY SOUL HAS BEEN CLAIMED. I HAVE A REASON FOR MY EXISTANCE. IT IS CLEAR NOW. I AM TO SERVE MY "LORD"...HERE I AM!!!
DEDICATED TO MY "LORD"
THE PHENOM
"I Am Still Here"
Written: 1-3-2000 By: Catpaws1@aol.com
Hours turn into days, days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months. My life seems empty. Where has he gone? When will he return? I am still here!
I dread to imagine another lonely Monday, and fear another empty Thursday. Yet, I am still here!
I sit and stare at my bedroom, made into a shrine, hoping that my 6 foot cutout would come to life. I play with my dolls, thinking of the times when he was God. I am still here!
I dare to drive my car, playing his music as I cruise along, dreaming of that fateful day, to hear it once again. I am still here!
I stop into Toys-r-us, to gaze at the figures, to run across his bone-crunchin buddy look-alike. Pondering the days he used to rule the ring. I am still here!
I sit in front of the television, looking at a blank screen, just so I may envision his everything, keeping the towels, and ice at my side. I am still here!
I stand at my altar and focus on his picture, I light my candles for my meditation. Praying to the God/Goddess for their protection over him. I am still here!
I stay at my computer, and type, type, type. I chat with my friends, my sisters, my fellow C.O.T.N., just so I may be in touch. For they are my support, my rock, and my hope. I am still here!
I await your grand return "Sir Mark" with much joy and anticipation. For I know you will not leave my side. You are my "Lord" my "Savior" I am still here!
Dedicated to my "Lord"
"The Phenom"
"OUT OF MY SLEEP"
Written by Catpaws1@aol.com
AS I LAY SLEEPING, SO CALM AND PEACEFUL, VISIONS OF MEADOWS, AND YELLOW DAISIES, FILL MY HEAD.
I AM WALKING THROUGH AND STOPPING TO SMELL THE SWEET AROMA OF THE FLOWERS.
ALL SEEMS SERENE, AND PEACEFUL, AS I SIT DOWN AMONGST THE BLOOMS.
I AM THINKING ABOUT ALL THINGS SWEET, AND FREE, NOT AWARE OF THE CHANGING WINDS, AND DARKENING SKIES.
I HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP, AND HAVE NO SENSE OF TIME OR PLACE ANYMORE.
IN MY VISIONS, THERE APPEARS A MYTHICAL FIGURE, SEEMINGLY BIGGER THAN LIFE ITSELF. IT IS ENVELOPING MY THOUGHTS.
I AM RESTLESS, AND NOT ABLE TO WIPE THIS VISION FORM MY MIND, FOR IT HAS MY EV ERY THOUGHT.
IT COMES TO ME AS I SEE MY BODY LIFT UP OUT OF MY MORTAL SHELL. WHO, OR WHAT HAS TAKEN ME?
I SEE THIS VISION IN FRONT OF ME NOW, MY SOUL EXPOSED TO ITS WANTIINGS. WHO ARE YOU? I ASK.
HE JUST MOTIONS AND NODS FOR ME TO COME. I HAVE NO REAL POWER, HE SEEMS TO TAKE MY SOUL AND WRAP IT IN HIS WARMTH.
I LOOK INTO HIS EYES, AND PEACE APPEARS TO COME TO ME. FOR IT IS AT THIS POINT I REALIZE THAT HE HAS COME TO CLAIM HIS CHILD.
"COME MY CHILD, FOR YOU I HAVE CHOSEN TO WALK WITH ME AMONGST MY FAITHFUL CHILDREN OF THE NIGHT." "FOR YOU HAVE NOT THE STRENGTH TO CHOOSE IN OF YOURSELF."
MY SOUL LAY AT HIS FEET. I AM READY MY "LORD", MY "MASTER." "I WILL BE YOUR FAITHFUL AND WILLING CHILD." "YOU MAY CLAIM ME AS YOUR OWN."
A SUDDEN BREEZE PASSES THROUGH ME, AS I BOW BEFORE HIM. HE ENWRAPS MY SOUL, AS HE IS FADING, AND I AWAKEN FROM MY SLUMBER.
I AM LAYING AMONGST THE VERY FLOWERS THAT CLAIMED ME, AS I WONDER, AND LOOK TOWARDS THE SKIES, THAT COME NIGHTFALL, I WILL BE WITH MY "LORD" AND MY "MASTER."
DEDICATED TO MY "LORD"
"THE PHENOM"
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