• JonTalbain
  • Didn't I tell you, what I believe... Did somebody say that....that love like that won't last? Didn't I give you all that I got to, give baby?


A Prayer


Wherefore art thou?

A song the wind whispers high above a deep below

Beloved of all things, a whispered name echoes amongst the tides of the sea

 wherefore art thou?

Caressed by the darkest of eves

Where art thou, my love?

Cast in shining gold with eyes of amber and sardonyx

Whose hair falls in a shimmering ray of silky ebony and bronze

And the Heaven above would deny me no entrance

For the Hell below shall give me no obeisance nor abide me


Wherefore art thou, my beloved?

Wherefore art thou, my enchanting Goddess

Whose charm carries no witchcraft

And whose touch lifted me my from my darkest hell, myself

Whence comest thou?

From the barren darkness of winter and shadows of an old life

And an old year

Thine touch be a cure,

That I do not drink from Lethe, nor do I seek the balm in Gilead

The phoenix meets The Dragon

And unleashed untold pain for whence a thousand tears

Of blood and lust be made free

Shadows and shades touch me not, an Angel has purified a soul lost

As my soul rocks on the Darkness

And Shines in the Light


For the mesmeric sway, I swoon and dance

Drunken with the prayer answered

Once bound, now arisen

For once upon a time, a flame sealed my soul with burning passion

And left me to die in sorrow and lowliness of Despair

And now, I know who and what true love is....


Mi Corazon, my love of a thousand lifetimes

I will never shed this darkness

But it is my weapon and my tool

And I shall shine on, with you by my side

An Angel, a lover and my best friend

A prayer answered, by God I never believed in


Wracked no more with pain, my soul forever loves the light

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

JonTalbain’s Poems (75)

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Carnality 0
For a Love I won't forget 1
Happily Ever After (Part 2) 1
Confessions of the soul 2
Perdition 3
Somebody Already Broke My Heart 3
The story untold 1
Drive Me Insane 2
So Tired 0
A Child's Hell 2
They Say... 0
You 0
Goodbye 1
Self Destruction 1
Asylum 0
The Coming Rainstorm (Pt.2) 1
Waking up inside 0
Tell me Which is You? 1
A Glimpse 1
Slash 2
Breezes 1
Silenced 2
The Emotional Runaway Train 1
Before you make the step… 3
Into the Wastelands 1
And So it Seems that... 3
Holding on tight 1
The Silence 1
The Warriors Ethos 1
The Coming Rainstorm 1
Whatever it may be 2
Suffering 4
Memories 3
Inevitable 2
My Truth 1
Whispers... 2
You know what to say 2
The Man that Was... 0
Who I am 5
This is how it works.... 1
Come 1
Shaken 1
When Love Truly Awakens 2
Transcending Love 3
Maybe its just... 1
A thought 0
the pain 1
really? 0
A lost soul 0
Remember me 1
Drowning 1
The darkness 0
??? 0
Calling for help 0
Empty 0
naptime 0
Slivers of shades 1
Only you are the life among the dead 0
A prayer 0
Moonlight 0
Armageddon 0
A Kiss 0
Drawn in 0
whispers 0
Am I wrong? 1
From the pen of a soldier... 1
For Once Upon a Time... 1
The Flame... 0
When all your wishes... 0
Dancing again... 1
unsure 1
You see today... 1
Whispering Voices 0
Addicted 1