Whispers Hidden In Darkness
A disturbing Collection of Poetry
Frank F. Atanacio
Whispers Hidden in Darkness
Dedicated To:
Evelia Veronica, Laura Kimber and
Frank Roque
Images Of Past Souls
The screams of wounded men
filled the air,
confusion, and gunfire
sent them into a crazed fury,
images of past souls
visited them,
hungry to have the wounded join.
A panoramic scenery of green fields
covered in blood,
fresh warm blood which transformed
itself and became part of the scenery,
death was so humble,
as it waited patiently,
and confident,
as it always does after war.
Images of past souls surface,
waiting to take yours along,
damn it to hell,
forever,
like a dead man’s song.
Quietly,
death enters,
and the images surface.
Moment In Heaven
He was astonished at the richness,
that God had to offer,
a seemingly endless field of wheat,
corn stalks stood at attention,
and ripened fruit on the trees
waiting to burst,
and scatter its delectable flavors.
Suddenly...
the regal before him vanished,
fire surprised him,
images came from the fire and smoke,
lost souls, damaged angels,
haunting him,
bringing him down,
lost forever, as evil unravels,
lost forever in the earth’s wound,
a moment in heaven,
a lifetime in hell.
Dignity
The awful thirst,
and the faintness
of a woman lying
in an open field,
with a loss of blood.
and her dignity.
The long wait to be discovered,
uncovered,
as she stays in excruciating pain,
as it rang through her invaded body,
feeling insane,
wounded mentally,
forever.
How would her father receive the news,
what would her brothers say,
and her sisters think?
These questions played in her mind,
as she crumbled in that open field,
with the loss of blood,
and the stripping of her dignity.
Blinded By The Smoke
He propped the dead
up against a tree,
listening to the tick
of the clock in his head,
as he is blinded by the smoke,
and troubled by the heat,
he poked his fingers through
the bullet holes,
and they went right through the dead.
His spirit got up,
and shamefully ran away,
leaving him with the dead,
and the guilt pounding in his head,
as he is blinded by the smoke,
and troubled by the heat,
losing is the worst part of defeat.
Escape
After slogging along the muddy trials
he gave in to thirst,
and the reality of his failures were exposed,
as he felt relieved to know death was near,
he welcomed it without fear.
The rain clouds cleared,
and he fell short of reaching his goal,
nothing to entice him,
and nothing to save his soul.
The demon stood before him,
blonde hair, gray eyes,
and a light complexion,
with a warmth in his smile,
reaching out his hand. Take It!
He had left behind a devoted God,
for an escape he never wanted,
and a prison that tried to save his soul,
mostly from hatred,
and from the cold.
Peculiar Brush With Death
On the opposite side of the creek,
he saw the woman,
naked,
but standing tall and proud.
He had a clear view of the vision,
a ghost in his mind,
a naked woman in his sights,
and a peculiar brush with death.
The distance looked like a mirage,
unknown to his brain patterns,
he fell to his knees,
realizing he didn’t survive
that strange
peculiar brush with death.
His Eyes Widened
His eyes widened
as he started to laugh,
nothing was more sinister,
nothing was more evil.
The snakes were crawling,
toward her,
she moved away,
slowly,
and the demon continued laughing.
His eyes widened,
and he came toward her again,
pushing the snakes away,
and moving in for the kill,
slowly,
and the demon continued laughing.
In for the kill,
she crawled up the hill,
as the demon’s eyes widened,
and her life terminated,
forever...
Whispers
It was crowded,
couples dancing, glowing,
couples singing, flowing
in laughter,
and sharing secrets at the table,
some willing, others just unable.
The odd whispers filled the room,
hush, hush, hush,
like cigarette smoke,
some so sad, while others so gloom,
whispering secrets at the table,
some still willing, others still unable.
Switching partners like a ritual,
very pleasing to some,
while others sit and have none,
only odd whispers in the night,
so cold, fragile, and out of sight,
as the whispers continue,
causing fear, causing fright,
on the dance floor,
by the moonlight.
Silence
The stranger shuddered and
closed her eyes,
she has never before
witnessed a crime,
and she prayed it’ll be her last.
She shifted uneasily,
glancing at the limped body,
she was uncomprehending,
and fully not understanding
what took place.
She studied the art of killing,
as she watched the murderer
steal the life of its victim,
in the harsh glow of reality
she was the only witness.
No one saw her,
so as a stranger,
she delicately walked away,
with silence on her mind.
Her Eyes Of Darkness
I received something of a shock,
when I saw her walking toward me,
happiness filled my heart,
as she threw several haunting glares my way,
I was quiet,
not knowing what to say.
Hoping she’d come,
hoping she’d stay.
Excitement rush through my veins,
pulsating drastically,
death came with her,
or followed her close behind,
she was quiet,
not knowing what to say,
and hoping she’d stay.
Her eyes of darkness,
warned me to forget her,
warned me to release her soul,
begged for freedom,
as she turned slowly around,
my heart racing, and not missing a pound,
we were quiet,
not knowing what to say,
and hoping she’d come,
and me begging for her to stay.
Mocked Laughter
She looked at him suspiciously,
as he entered the cold basement,
he was alone,
and she saw him sweating,
as her heart raced,
and skipped several beats per minute.
He took a deep breath,
and pulled out a .38,
she tried to clear her head,
but she still heard music,
haunting music,
chilling music,
music that entertains the dead.
He put the gun to his temple,
and he squeezed the trigger,
she released a mocked laughter,
as blood covered her clothes.
suddenly reality entered,
and she screamed, “ Daddy No!”
What Went Wrong
As if his desire conjured her up,
he stood in front of her,
waiting
just waiting.
His eyes widened almost imperceptibly,
something was wrong,
she did not move.
she was much too still.
Despair was ready to overwhelm him,
he didn’t realize it would kill her,
he wanted only to scare her,
but something went wrong,
too wrong.
He walked away without looking back,
left her on the floor,
dead.
What went wrong?
The Message Was Sent
The soldiers gripping their weapons,
looking straight ahead,
facing death with
all they had.
Dead bodies,
gray and dark,
silent and still,
no more courage needed,
no more holding out for the will.
Their faces were glistening with blood,
losing its crispness,
as the waiting ended,
the message was sent,
because of it,
many young men had died.
Skimming Stones
Her cheekbones seemed more rosy
her fingers curled around a small stone,
it had to be a flat one,
her shoulders relaxed,
and the skimming begins,
as she enjoys the skipping stones.
In some small silent part of her,
she wished she was the stone,
dancing on water,
no worries in the world,
unaffected by what mankind introduced.
She had known how they became sick,
and skimming stones keeps her mind off it,
knowing they will die a horrible death,
short, not sweet,
over and over in their minds,
many would die, and many would cry.
Skimming stones to forget,
and wondering
how many could honor
this type of death,
needless disease,
needless death.
Whore?
Her ass up in the air,
sold her body for a song,
desperate measures made it unfair,
what went wrong?
Night after night she sells,
too many weaknesses
and her flesh abused,
simply addicted,
as she sells her body for a song.
She once had a dream,
could never seem
to hold on to it,
she releases her weakness
into the city’s night life,
never to become a mother,
never to become a wife.
Simply addicted to the drugs,
that control her thoughts,
lost in a foolish void,
forever in a dead woman’s song,
what the hell went wrong?
Tamed
Tamed by the beast,
he placed me on my stomach,
blowing softly in my ear,
so the pain would subside.
Soft gentle thrusts at first,
slow enough until my insides begged for more,
his chocolate love
invaded my vanilla,
thrusting,
and making me feel weak.
Tamed by the beast,
as he had total control,
might over might,
no music, no light,
just thrusting,
softly,
but so sweet,
softly,
and it repeats,
then rough,
until I’m tamed!
His Stare
Too much for anyone to take
was his stare,
a quiet man.
tall, dark, and mysterious,
soothing to the savage beast.
Words he never spoke,
stories he never told,
just a quiet stare,
a soul he never sold,
and a simple dare.
He invaded my body with his stare,
making me want him all the more,
touching my corners with his heart,
and making me feel the cold floor,
as he stood behind me,
with words he never spoke.
The Visiting Moment
I wasn’t lacking in compassion.
I understood exactly what he wanted,
just didn’t know where he ran off to,
men’s room door closed,
and a tall chocolate of a man stood poised,
upright, and delightful,
and no pressing business to conclude,
no begging,
and no one being rude.
He wanted to be inside me,
he wasn’t telling me anything,
I hadn’t figured out yet,
cold stare,
and lust in his eyes,
but nothing to fear,
oh never to fear.
Black on white,
he placed me under his spell,
secrets inside me,
and none that I would tell,
cold stare, and enjoyment came close,
man inside me,
what marvel this concept can be,
wish everyone could understand.
He walked away satisfied,
I was alone, hungry for his love,
wondering if the visit was worth it for him,
as it was for me...
The Ghost Within You
Misdirected,
and the lack of real pleasures,
fantasies of any kind
are trapped in the mind,
sold through the heart,
exposed through the sin,
that covers the sight,
and darkens the skin.
Perceive false gratification,
the haunting of the ghost
within your heart,
the ghost that continues
even after you’re gone.
As long as the ghost exists,
in the mind when you die,
you’ll feel deceived,
diseased,
and with the ghost in your heart,
you will hold hands,
with evil,
and with the devil himself.
Shot
The street below her looked normal,
tranquil,
and everything in its place,
no worrying,
and nothing to meet up with face to face.
Then a bright,
shimmering light,
flickering white,
followed by pure blinding light,
loss of sight,
over and over until the darkness
entered without a fight.
Shaking voices broke the tranquillity,
normalcy disappeared,
and life faded away,
dwindling down to a single blur,
someone staring down at her,
because today,
she was .................Shot.
Slowly, Swiftly
The bees attacked,
slowly,
swiftly,
slowly, swiftly,
as the nest was invaded,
by the children who ran away.