The Poetry and Writings of Darkwolf

     I had a hard time thinking of a title for this one, and "Words" is about as fitting as anything, I guess.  This is the last poem that I have that was signed with the "Ultimate Insanity" pseudonym.

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     This is another one of those untitled poems that I had to give name to before posting here.  Unlike the anger reflected in the last three pieces I've posted, this one reflects the sudden swing back towards depression.  Oddly enough (unless you're bipolar), it was written the day after those last three poems.

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     This is potentially and probably the most unusual poem I ever wrote.  Written on the same day as Playhouse and Daughter of Lilith, this is the poem where "the ultimate insanity" was truly born.  After reading it, I think you can see why.  Even reading it again now, all these years later, I can still see the mania reflected here.

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     This is another angry poem written on the same day as Daughter of Lilith.  It was one of those times when the poetry rushed out of me like a flood and probably saved my sanity.  This is also the first time where I referred to myself as "The Ultimate Insanity", though this piece was signed using the "Prodigal Son" pseudonym.

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     Many of my poems weren't given a title when written and this is one of them.  I've already posted others that have finally been given a title, just so I can keep track of them all.

     This one, however, could have had so many different names.  It's about hope, rebirth, and picking yourself up, brushing off the dust, and getting right back into the fight we call life.

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     "To Walk the Night" is a rather moody piece.  You'll notice here a reference to "the beast", which I often used as a metaphor for my "dark side".  This is one of the poems that was written as the Prodigal Son not long before the Insanity pseudonym was born.

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     Honestly, this poem is hard to describe.  To me, it is a sort of flirtatious brush with darkness and oblivion.

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     There won't be a poem accompanying this post.  I decided that rather than toss in a dash of history here and there as I introduce each poem, I'd just post it all at once.  I'll be honest with you, this isn't that easy for me to do.  Less than a handful of people have ever heard me recount this part of my life, and fewer still have ever heard me talk about how it affected me.

     So, whether you're just curious, or just bored, read on to catch a glimmer of my soul, or just skip this part and go back to reading the poetry.  The choice is yours.

     The next few poems that I plan to post were all written in 1995.  It was a rough time for me.  At the time, I had no idea I had bipolar syndrome, and honestly, with all the turmoil in my life going on, I doubt even the best psychiatrist could have found it.  It was a year of changes and most of them were pretty big changes.  My first marriage had just gone down the toilet, I was swinging from near suicidal depression to raging mania.  I'll give a little more background as I continue to add the poetry.  It'll take up less space that way.  Besides, as you read these following poems you'll be witnessing. in my own writing, the metamorphosis of my soul.

     This particular poem is one of hope and longing.

     This poem is actually the lyrics to a song written by myself and an old friend sometime around 1990.  Unfortunately, I haven't seen this old friend in ages, since we lost contact long ago.  It's the only poetic work that I've ever collaborated with anyone on.  I won't include his name here, since I have no means of contacting him to get his permission.  However, I've always enjoyed this work because of its continous conflictions and the message that these conflictions bare.

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    Honestly, I'm not sure how to even begin to describe this piece.  It is macabre, energetic, dark, and passionate all at the same time.  Some might call it depressive, a cry for help, or something else.  However, it is not a cry for help or even a death wish.  It was written during a rather manic period, and I think I was wrapped up in reading some of Anne Rice's works at the time, but I might be mistaken.  Either way, there is a definite gothic flavor to the piece.  Whether or not it is to your liking, is up to you to decide.  I had to do a little editing of this version, as the only copy I can find is a rough draft version,  but the changes are superficial.

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     This is a pretty short piece, written during my senior year in high school.  As I'm sure you can tell by the mood of the piece, I was going through a pretty difficult and lonely situation at the time.  These times, like all things, must pass.

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    This is the last poem I have written in years.  So, as of this posting, it's been seven year since I last wrote poetry.  All of my other poetry was written several years prior, some dating back all the way to my days in high school.  Before this final poem, I was quit prolific in writing poetry, and I promise, I'll post more in the near future, maybe even my entire collection, if I can find it all.

     The story behind this poem is one of recovery from depression and a traumatic experience in my life.  It was written while I was dealing with the emotional turmoil that came from the divorce between myself and my first wife.  It was a difficult time, one of the worst times of my life.  This poem is probably the most accurate writing ever set to paper of how I deal with negative emotions and emotional pain.  The whirlwind is a metaphor for the chaos of life which is sometimes a maddening and terrifying thing, but no matter how bad it gets, I always pick up the pieces and jump right back in.  I hope that reading this will help others who are going through bad times to pick themselves up, and do the same.

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     This poem is one of those odd ones that was born from a single word or phrase and grew from there.  Many years ago, before the internet was in widespread use, I met someone online and they used the nickname Angelfire, or Angelfyre, I forget which.  I thought it was an interesting nickname and after a few days of the name rolling around in my head, I sat down and the following poem is what finally made its way onto the paper. 

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      I guess that if there's any one way to classify most of my poetry, it would be considered "romantic", though some of it is far from being so.  Some of it is dark, some depressive, some angry, and some of it inspirational.  This particular piece, however, definitely fits into the romantic category.  I honestly can't remember what inspired it.  I hope you enjoy it.

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     This is an unusual poem in the fact that it was written for someone who still doesn't exist.  It was written somewhere about fifteen years ago and as the title says, it is a lullaby and there is a tune to which it can be sung.  This was written for the daughter that I've never had.  Hopefully, however, I'll finally get the chance to sing it to her sometime in the near future, as my wife and I have finally decided to have children.

Enjoy!
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     This poem was written a long time ago, and there is an oil painting that I did around the same time the goes with it.  The poem was inspired by a dream I had.  According to one website, which I will not name, since I believe their entire operation is a scam (I still haven't received the copy of the book I ordered), this poem is supposedly published in a collection of poetry from years ago.  Either way, it's one of my personal favorites.  I'll be posting some of my other personal favorites soon.

Happy Reading,
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