Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Immurement is a way of execution where the accused or the victim is imprisoned within a building wall.  Such a horrible fate to die a slow death - alone, hungry and thirsty; not to mention frightened of the dark and of much hungrier rats around your feet,  while you remain helpless... as your sanity slips away and you pray that it all ends sooner.


My poem Immured was inspired once again by my favorite macabre master Edgar Allan Poe in his short story The Cask of Amontillado. Sadly, this was another naughty write as I had envisioned an awful fate of a noble woman.

My poem Immured - A tomb within walls.

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Curiosity Can Hurt

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

~Alexander Pope~ 

Ironically Speaking

There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone
who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?

~ Danny DeVito ~

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Sonnet 100

If I would die today or tomorrow,
I pray that my room be filled with sunlight.
For brightness will relieve me of sorrow,
my terror will subside within its warmth.
But if I would die on a rainy day,
with such cold, unending tears from above,
let me hold your hand that I will feel gay,
as I relish the beauty of our love.
Indeed, Earth is a temporary place.
Thus, we are not meant to stay forever.
Cry no more my dear, for I shall have peace,
in a paradise with the Life Giver.
Be whole my love, stay out of misery,
for dying is our common destiny.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ April 23, 2011

Trial and Error

So you’ve tried and failed?
How you have cried,
and cursed that evil day.
‘Never again,’ you say.

To wreck your splendid brains,
and tire your eager hands.
You hope and you dream,
just to break again.

So you’ve tried and failed?
‘Such waste!’ you wail.
Your never ending pain,
mistakes you are making.

Errors and more errors!
Deafening to the ears!
How much more to bear?
Ugly thoughts to take.

So you’ve tried and failed?
How you’ve turned numb?
To think it’s a failure.
To think it’s a joke.

Every bit of mistakes,
we tend to learn, we gain.
Eyes begin to see
Life’s only a game.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ April 23, 2011

June Bride

Lovely lady in white,
there she goes.
She walks with a smile,
yet no joy on her face.

She carries red roses.
Some contrast…
to her palest skin.
Such terror for her fate!

The crowd cheers in delight;
Here’s the bride,
garbed in purest white,
happy for a new life!

Alas, she sees the groom!
There she goes,
running for the door,
not ready to move on!

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ June 13, 2010