i was Born in the dark ages of 1972 when fashion was scarier than the films of the day, i developed a taste for the weird and unusual at a very young age when i was given at the ripe old age of four a book of hieronymus bosch pictures which used to keep me amused for hours! , shortly later my sister gave me my first book of poetry T.S. Elliots book of practical cats as she had just been made head ... more »
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Peter Madden Poems
A Night In A Haunted House
I sit alone in the dark... the clock ticking behind me upon the wall... its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just... like the beating of times relentless heart..
I Want To Go Where Dragons Fly
I want to go where dragons fly, where the unicorns run free, to follow the griffins in the sky, all the way down the the sea,
I Hear The Screams
I tell you i hear the screams, echoing silently throughout my mind, i plead for you to hear their words, as they whisper in my ear,
Child of Sunlight daughter of the falling rain Rainbow is born
Down To The Sea
the river flows down to the sea... and i walk along its shores... seeing the dawn over the water... sunrise reflected upon its surface...
seemingly without care for times pendulous fall into deep dark mirrors hidden within your tear filled eyes the heat of my devotion burning my scarred and tired flesh like a moth consumed by the flickering candles unforgiving flame
Candles In The Night
when your lost, When your alone, and you can see nothing but the darkness, when the shadowy fingers of night reach out, to evelope you in their icy embrace,
A Walk In The Dark
The crackle of fire in the distance.... the smell of smoke in the mist... the moon shinning on frosty leaves.... awakening memories of the past....
The Grandfather Clock
Tick...tock... a sound like the endless beating of a heart
The pain i feel from my wounds hurts not, when compared to the pain in my soul... To be cast from my father, my creator, my reason to be... To be cast down amoungst the savages who doubt his very existance..
The Waiting Room
i sit in the waiting room... my train is late and night is falling... and darkness covers the world outside.. reflections of the room fill the window panes...
A Pain Like Fire
a pain like a fire in my blood... itching and burning me within.. consuming all rational thought... till i weaken to the sin...
i walk the streets... my face a parody of normality.. the reality is im a prisoner... screaming within this tainted shell...
Do You See Them?
they sit on street corners.. in the alleys and the gutters... hiding in plain sight... from an uncaring world..
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A Night In A Haunted House
I sit alone in the dark...
the clock ticking behind me upon the wall...
its sound breaking the suffocating silence only just...
like the beating of times relentless heart..
and marking the long hours till i see the dawn...
the dark beyond my candle light seems almost alive...
filled with overactive imagination and unfounded fears....
conjoured monsters of childhood nightmares...
return to bring their vengence for being forgotten...
and in the dark the child inside screams in the night...
i sit alone mastering my fears in the ...