Biography of A.J. McKinley
I find poetry to be a complete reflection of self and should be experienced through a totally biased point of view. It can be said that I am selfish in my poetry, in the sense that I write strictly for myself. It is my therapy, my best friend, and sometimes my enemy, but always...it is me. I am influenced by such writers as Faulkner, Spenser, Cummings, Neruda, Frost, and Whitman. I hope to convey a sense of my own urgencies and even a little spirituality. You can find more of me by visiting the following site: http: //www.myspace.com/ladyofmystery75
A.J. McKinley Poems
Dreaming Of The Sea
I am dreaming of the sea. Of oceans of love to bind you with me. Silent rocking of your tongue with mine. Here in your arms, there is no time.
Through rainbow tears I see love's true colors Shining bright amongst them above all others... Red, Green, Yellow, violet and blue... All these beautiful colors I now see in you.
A Dozen Roses
The wilted roses sat regally in the vase. Their beauty never more apparent than their now decay. The petals fall listlessly onto the carpet. She never notices the thorns have no points.
Quiet whispers of broken truths Memory lost of blissful youth Making love by candlelight Darkness calls me through the night
A Dreadful Day
Have you ever walked on a sea of sand? And thought it broken glass? Have you left your heart in a barren land? And be haunted by the past?
Lady's Reply To The Rose And Leaf
If I were a rose and you were a leaf, the thorns would not grow upon my tree. You would bask in the glory of beauty spent. Content to reside where my heart went.
Dark Moon Rising
The dark moon is rising No silver left to see The crone has awakened Her power flows in me
My Heart Is In Winter
My heart is in winter. My rose lost its bloom. In love my pain enters. It's cloud perpetual doom.
I Remember You
I remember you as a dream A poignant painting of love Whispering echoes of truth
You Lied Words cascaded effortlessly from a forked tongue I was naïve to consider you pure
Consume me in the burning dance of flesh And feed from my heart with lavish exuberance While I surrender to the anticipation of rapture
The Red Door
Closeted I stare at this red door. Ajar, but as open to me as a vault. My nightmare is my salvation. Silence now awakening, keeping me distraught.
And I Was Alone
And I was alone with my thoughts. Memories swirl in a unison of faith. Change has been inevitably declined.
Butterfly moon of a flightless dawn. Marching softly with a rhythm gone. Angels coming in a darkened morn. Demons ascending in a vertical form.
I walked a road of confusion
That winded through my tears
It forked with a disillusion
That spread between my fears
It sang a song of silence
That my ears have never heard
It laced through my memories
Though I uttered not a word
Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley