Silence by Moon Gypsy

Silence by Moon Gypsy Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved.. This Piece was created after thinking of what could be in the mind of Author and Poet TC McKinney. It has been featured at the espasyo and at Java Jazz in the Philippnes.

My Friend Clarrisa "Grim" Scrivener

This is my great friend Clarrisa. She is an Artist, Poet and Short Film Maker. She is very talented at what she does and is planning on releasing her first book soon to the public which is about Horror Film Villianiy. Clarrisa has many talents that are worthy of investigation. She is very diverse and creative at what she does and has accomplished alot of different works of Art. I am proud to call her a close friend of mine and I hope to see all who read this check out her beautiful arts and talents.

Poem for my Friend Kovacs Ditti A.K.A. Ditti Smith

THRUST OF PASSION

Thus from the moonlit prism of gilding lights, I see a maiden far and wide.
Searching for an answer to life’s yielding urge of sanity.
A glimmer of hope sparks from within,
in a world so cold and set with chill that the promises are of utter vanity.
For thus does thy hair glimmer with scarlet and crimson across thy chest,
Gilding a passion stirred from between thy legs, a masterpiece thats obsessed.
With the pleasure of pain, A guilt ridden madness of purple velvet stain.
A betrayal of a lover's kiss begins to turn away into a serpent's hiss.
For where is it that ye lye wait?
Under the glimmer of nightshade erosion,
a bitter lust truth of state.
O' how i wish to rave upon thy soul in midnight passion of dark chariots,
Suppressing my passion within thee, Howling into the night, a ripeful variant.

Kovacs Ditti

Not too long ago I met a Woman by the name Kovacas Ditti. She is a wonderful friend of mine that I wrote a poem for. She is from Hungary and a very awesome person to get to know. I have noticed she is very talented in the skills of drawing and modeling..I am glad to have such friends as her..I am looking forward to talking with her more through the years and become best of friends.

An Artist who's work I love to see.

There are many Artist in this world I enojoy. But I must say that I am a huge fan of a woman that goes by Moon Gypsy. She is a wonderful artist and I must truly say that for me she tops it all. She is as good as they come. To each they have there own unique way of inspiration. Truly she is huge inspiration for me and my creative works. My blessing goes out to you Moon.

TC

What Does it Mean? (Poem)

For what is needed to thus change the change within me?
I do not understand, and I lack to be free.
My heat is scorned to the public eye,
whispering words that have traveled from sea to sky.

My Pain
A way of copeing, this guilt stain of rain.
Running from the shadow that lurks,
within myself, fear into the unknown of mindless works.

What does it mean to change when all I do is complain,
must I submit to the moon that lies wait under wane?

What is needed I do not know,
Deep within myself a countless woe,
That nobody understand or knows.
But myself,
My tears drops that fall,
A world reflection of auto stealth.

Tribal Nightmare (Poem)

For I have found myself embarking upon a reality
A tribal nightmare glutten in insanity of vague expressions that tranquils in vanity.
For what I have thus percieved is not my own
but a multi colored world that shall cast a stone
at anything they feel is not for them... Deep in depression of feeling so alone.

My senses tell me that the point in the heart are to be revealed
In a dense world that captures imagination and deep thrilled saturation of fullfillment.
My dream are vivid crystal clear
A morning sickness of unimaginitive fear.

I look around and see the world is changing,
While deep inside the pride of the ego is far to reaching.

If you awaken the slumber of some immoral beast
he will undo the rattling cage and all hearts shall cease.

Cease to exist in a world that was caged for the inside out...
A nightmare beholding with nothing we can do but shout.

Better Wishes (Poem)

Thus have I heard of a yet splendid pleasure,
But the pleasure was of so thick it did not last.
The dew upon my face has drifted unto my lips,
reminding me of your satin filled bliss that has slipped
Away from me
Far from me.

Better wishes for you on a love so true.

The embrace of comfort in song
has led me to face deep realization that turns wrong.
My depression is not to lay heavy and alone,
Unwavering lust that send chills to bone.

Better wishes for you on a love so true,
Stagnate colors that mix in a whirlwind of hype colors so new.

Comfort of serenity was in my arms,
Waiting to be tangeled into your web
Hybrid Storms.

Better wishes for you on a love so true.
Thats the way I stand,
On a world thats put into cue.

Copyright 2010 by TC McKinney

*To a Dear Friend and Fan of Mine

Update Weekly

About a week ago I started Volume II of my book "La Chanson D' Amour" and it has progressed well in the last week. I am currently wanting to add a subtitle to the main title. What do you guys think? Would this be a good idea? Also in the progress in my work is the New Age Edition of my first book "Poetic Decree of Diversity" and thinking of making a volume set of this also. I would love any feedback that you may have. Thanks Everyone

Todays Struggle

Todays struggle has merely been finding inspiration lately. When I do get inspiration creativity flows through me where I will write at the most four poems a day for a solid week and sometimes a month. It seems as though I do have the inspiration but can't manage to let it flow because I have not yet found the wording that I m looking for.