by Anna Testreman

THE SAINT
         When He looks at me
With those piercing eyes,
My world changes over
He brightens my skies.
 
I tremble at the sound of his music
He plays with such grace,
It makes my heart race.
 
He speaks softly,
With a voice so deep,
With a calming spirit,
That's how I hear it.
 
Can you hear him?
Can you feel him?
        
         THE SAINT
         He will make you feel faint!   

The Difference
          
Cold are the young ones.
They've hearts of ice.
Their skin is scaly.
Lifeless, souless, vultures.
She feeds on you.
Burns your brain
'till it turns to ash.
Don't see her coming.
Site like the bat.
Her hair is flowing.
You weaken to her needs.
She flattens you.
Her eyes stare through you
like a dagger through your back.
 
Dangerous young devil is she.
 
Warm are the older.
They've been here before.
They know how the heart
aches from neglect and torture.
She'll care for you;
worship you.
Her mind is clear from confusion.
She opens up
and let's you read
from the pages of her mind.
Read on.
Read on.
Learn and understand.
She can love you.
No one above you.
Go on now; take a chance.
 
Beautiful breath of life.
 
 
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         © 2000  DenWorks Limited Partnership
Temple of Saint Nick is an authorized publisher of this poem. 
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- abandonment - by jason d.

Kissing You - DenWorks Limited Partnership

One hand on your face; tremors down my spine. One taste from your lips; a sweet imported wine.

I think it's time I told you how you made me feel that night, but I don't know.

Maybe it was the way you looked, or maybe the way you moved; but whatever it was you did to me, I loved it...and I loved kissing you.

My fingers through your hair; silk to be worn. One kiss one your neck, your soft flesh so warm.

I wish that I could tell you how you made me feel that night, but I don't know.

Maybe it was the way you breathed, or maybe the way you soothed; but whatever it was you did to me, I loved it...and I loved kissing you.

One hand on your back; another at your side. A glance into your eyes, and our warm mouths collide.

I think it's time to tell you how you made me feel that night, but I don't know.

Maybe it was the way you looked, or maybe the way you moved; but whatever it was you did to me, I loved it...and I loved kissing you.

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© 1999 DenWorks Limited Partnership
Temple of Saint Nick is an authorized publisher of this poem.
All rights reserved to DenWorks Limited Partnership

Nick Artwork
by Kathy Stern

..."I see you captured that cheeky grin of his well." - Silvia Bates' (Nick's mother) comments on Stern's Nick artwork (left)

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unknown emotion - Nel

very hard,
i have tried :
to keep you off my mind
but tonight,
I slowly realized
that I cannot lie to my heart
in between emptiness,
I ache so much
for your nearness and your sight
in silence,
I hide with fear and pride
this foolish love I have inside


Friday, June 18, 1999 - Nel

scream of silent separation
(a preference of separate peace…separate suicide)

without you,
i am empty and blue
not much for me to do
but 'hope we could start anew.
for so long,
i thought ours was different & strong
then I found out that i was wrong
because we faded like a song.
each night & day,
i think of you as i lay:
i long for your nearness in every way
all there to me i say.
without you:
i am a ship without a crew;
i am a foot without a shoe
i doubt if i'd continue.
despite the pain,
throughout the rain;
my heart it will remain,
your love i will regain.

at the rear end of nowhere - marinel pinuela

from the corner,
    of fragmented stress:
    we succumb on the ground;
    to go at a pace, yet engulfed.

from the side piece,
    of outgrown tranquility:
    we strangled in a snap;
    unlikely, yet unmasked.

from the distance,
    of unfeigned agony:
    we're abreast by enticement,
    engrossed with deception.

from the sanctuary
    of emotional labyrinth:
    we're left locked up;
    to a promise up-end.

from the zenith,
    of fragile dreams:
    we acknowledged defeat;
    in wartime, we retrogressed.

and from the palm,
    of uneasy thoughts:
    we face up;
    to the grave of our love.

TODAY - Cesar Eduardo Duarte Elizi

The Sun smiled to me today
I looked in his eyes
and they were grey.

Most of the time,
most of us all,
are dead and buried.

But the Sun smiled to me
today, to say
'I'm glad you're here".

RED THE ROSE - by dede rhodes

As the rose I'm red
Burning in your secret
As the rose in your garden
The one which hiden
Red i wanna be for my colour
Red i want you to see me in desire

In marriage of Mars and Venus
Lay me, the rose, in the metalic universe
My soul will eternal of course
Because you'll always be Red the Rose

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1999 (c) dede rhodes
Temple/Saint Nick Zine is the only group authorized to publish or use this poem, any other use is strictly prohibited and will be legally enforced.

Wanna Go For A Ride? - by jason d.

Rock star
sing me a song
tell me what it was like
when you were no one
just a fucked-up mess
that never had sex
no clothes on your back
a dead-end exit.
Pretty girl
tell me your name
the cut of your dress
does drive me insane
riddled with demons
the fruit of the flesh
if sex is an answer
than I am a pest
t.v interference
icons & blue
a phoenix on ice
a lamb for the slaughter
the body of Christ
spina bifida baby
put out on a washing line
for all to point, laugh and judge -
I would sell you for money
if it would buy me your love.

Insects crawling
all over your face
the Black Queen dreams
of Barbarella
as I disappear amongst
the human race
and all is lost
there is no air in space
everything that I hold dear
will grow old and turn to dust.
Leave me alone
with just one kiss
from the lips of the next day
that I have to live
without you ?
I think too much.

Neptune's Daughter - by Diana Radziwill

like a fish in the dry sand
I cannot live on land
try to reach my hand and please
take me back where I can stand

I know of a nice place
underneath the surface
an unlimited blue space

in front of me the floods araise
oh- see! surprise, surprise!

lost in the blue powerload
completely uncontrolled
but children are bold

my Angel lover
working under cover
are you real?
what do you feel?
no aching soul to heal?
but love is blind
so you're nowhere to find

I didn't even breathe in
but you were believing
instead of me
and now I'm free
can't remember me
Neptune's daughter
reborn under water

my remembrance left in the water down deep
a part of me is put on hold to sleep
the ocean is made of the tears I weep

I had to lose my child between the waves
she couldn't hold tight to the hand that saves

and the pain to watch it sink
left no further thought to think
the inside of me
is empty

try to keep it alive
with a strong will to survive
struggle for your life!

get it up, drag it out
let me know about
so cold and wet
now, do you regret?

I lost my precious pearl
in that big blue swirl

now sleeping on the bottom of the deep green sea
since the moment the water came rushing over me

still I think of you whenever it rains
the sound of the waterdrip remains
like beautiful voices of the Saints

He Who Shall Compel - Anonymous

Sublime and subtle sweet
The sweep of light across your face
Cloaked in rich dusky velvet
Silken laces and stained satin lips

Eyes, deep and full
of dreamy whispers left unspoken
Hands, strong and filled
with music and alchemy
Smile, secret and strange
captured joy and light
Alchemy, whispers, and candlelight
Romantic Bard and Loremaster

You, My Saint
Dance into my dreamworld
Kiss my hungry lips
Leave, with a whispered silken swish
at three past midnight.