ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Dark imagination, things that slither in the night, the dark side of existence ... Fascinating. I imagine, I write, I dream ... [February 2003]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (55) Do You Feel Me? (Poetry) - [84 words] [Erotic] Don't (Poetry) - [91 words] Edge Of Eternity (Poetry) Loss and redemption. [189 words] Epilogue (Poetry) - [35 words] Eternal Curse (Poetry) Vampires... again. [124 words] [Horror] Evil (Poetry) Another song? What's up with this? [118 words] Fantasy .... Reality (Poetry) Written after a rude awakening. [73 words] [Relationships] Freeky (Poetry) Feelin' kinda dirty ... feelin' kinda mean ... [81 words] [Erotic] Games (Poetry) - [103 words] Happenstance (Poetry) A little silly, perhaps? [66 words] Heaven Bound (Poetry) As did Sylvia, I felt the need to express my feelings on this day of national tragedy, and as she so aptly stated, no reviews necessary. [124 words] I Am Sin (Poetry) More vampires... [116 words] [Horror] Imaginary Lover (Poetry) - [74 words] [Erotic] Immortal Obsession (Poetry) Immortal cravings. [94 words] In The Eventide (Poetry) - [100 words] Insanity Part Un & Insanity Part Deux (Poetry) I believe I've lost it .... [155 words] Interlude (Short Stories) Chance encounters can be dangerous.... [172 words] [Horror] Lycanthrope (Poetry) Poem or short story... you decide... [197 words] [Horror] Mezmerized (Poetry) Oh, the lure of the darkness. [165 words] [Horror] My So-Called Life (Poetry) - [99 words] Not Quite Haiku (Poetry) Just what it seems... [49 words] Nothing Left (Poetry) Love realized. [138 words] [Erotic] Only Words (Poetry) - [61 words] Onslaught Of Love (Poetry) Secret yearnings ... [137 words] Pandora's Bottle (Short Stories) First love, last love... [5,004 words] [Horror] Player (Poetry) When the player tires of the game.... [57 words] [Relationships] Please Now (Poetry) - [49 words] Post Mortem (Poetry) In Memory of Mark Whitney Davis 1960-2001 You left me here alone ... WHY? [68 words] Predator (Poetry) - [84 words] Primal (Poetry) - [26 words] Ravenous (Poetry) - [47 words] [Horror] Requiem (Poetry) -Perhaps a final goodbye [40 words] Reverie (Poetry) - [100 words] Sacrificial Lamb (Poetry) - [94 words] Sisters Of The Heart (Poetry) In Memory of Joey Callihan 1949-1999 [120 words] Soliloquy (Short Stories) A woman seeking love, finds more than she expected. [173 words] [Fable] Soul Of A Dove (Poetry) - [73 words] Spontaneous Combustion (Poetry) A little heat.... [72 words] [Erotic] Steam Heat (Poetry) A little something to warm a winter's day? [20 words] Super Bowl High (Poetry) I've been a Bucs fan from the first inauspicious fumbling in the dark to tonight's awesome Super Bowl win ... This is dedicated to all of us diehard fans! Go Bucs! [109 words] The Bell Tower (Poetry) Unrequited love ... [169 words] [Romance] The Callous Heart (Poetry) Those lying guys... I mean eyes ... [89 words] [Relationships] The Looking Glass (Poetry) - [155 words] The Memory Book (Poetry) A real departure from my usual ... [155 words] The Mists Of Dreams (Poetry) Sensuality. [69 words] [Romance] The Portrait (Short Stories) A painting with a dark secret ... [1,352 words] [Horror] This Man Of Mine (Poetry) - [95 words] Those Eyes (Poetry) Can fantasy become reality? [68 words] [Erotic] Traces Of You (Poetry) - [99 words] Transformation (Poetry) I know, I know, vampires again.... [152 words] Vamp (Poetry) I know, more vampires, I just can't seem to help myself... and who said vampires have to be male? [158 words] [Horror] Vampire (Poetry) - [70 words] [Horror] Where? (Poetry) Lost love [97 words] Whispers On The Wind (Poetry) Something ghostly this way comes... [92 words] [Horror] Winter Wind (Poetry) Alone. [128 words]
Descent To Hell Judith Goff
Life is short, there is no meaning
Take it all while you are here
There is no sweet everafter
This is all we have it's clear.
Angels fly with wings of darkness
Heaven weeps to see the sight.
All life brings is pain and sadness
Darkness reigns, endless night.
Keep your souls locked away
I'm on the prowl for souls to sell.
I wanna be where demons dwell
Oh, Oh, Oh ... descent to hell.
Darkness gathers all around you
Madness is your only friend.
You're lost to God and Satan's found you
He'll be with you 'til the end.
Nothing on this earth can save you,
Might as well accept your fate.
Your last act will surely damn you
You'll never see those pearly gates.
Keep your souls locked away
I'm on the prowl for souls to sell.
I wanna be where demons dwell
Oh, Oh, Oh ... descent to hell.
All your friends are waiting for you
Life is cheap it ain't worth much.
Take this razor, end it quickly
Do it now, it won't hurt much.
I am one of Satan's minions
I can make the pain subside.
All it takes is one quick action
Then in hell you will abide.
Keep your souls locked away
I'm on the prowl for souls to sell
I wanna be where demons dwell.
Oh, Oh, Oh ... descent to hell.
READER'S REVIEWS (15) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"Wow Judith! This is pretty wicked stuff, while well written it could lead young one's too far astray, lyrics like this would be hard to market because of the liability factor!" -- Monte.
"Monte, keep in mind this was written for a vampire book I've been working on, never planned to market it, just wanted some reactions here ... guess I got what I wished for, huh? Actually, it seems more of a cautionary message to me; suicide damns you forever, no? ... Thanks for the review, as always it is much appreciated !!" -- Judith.
"All you need now is to get the band Disturbed to record it for you." -- R. Bennett Okerstrom.
"Very, very dark but I like it! Great idea too R. Bennett. I love Disturbed! Go figure." -- JM.
"Wouldn't that be nice, R Bennett" -- Judith.
"Thanks, JM. Have you started on Amarantos yet??? Just curious !" -- Judith.
"I am starting on it tonight as a matter of fact. I'm sorry I didn't get to it sooner. " -- JM.
"this is excellent!" -- Rae.
"Rae, I'm happy you are enjoying my work, you may want to check out some of the others!!!" -- Judith.
"I have been reading your other works lately... it's all very impressive, you've got a lot of talent! :)" -- Rae.
"Thank you, Rae ... it's great to get a fresh perspective on my work!!" -- Judith.
"Im really into your work be it songs or poetry,you have that deep edge which i try to put into pieces of my own . I have only started putting pen to paper last year and have no past of writing im just trying to put across a message,of the real side to life from what ive experienced and seen.Thanks ,your writing is big inspiration (plus i gotta sort out my spelling)C ya.Stuuuu." -- Stuart Eric Longridge.
"Thank you so very much, Stuart ... It's nice to be someone's inspiration! Keep writing and working to accomplish your goals. As for the spelling thing, I use Word to create my work, then use spell-check before I copy and paste to the site, we all make mistakes; just a hint!" -- Judith.
"hi Judith. Ave been trying to get in touch for ages. How are you. Tolu Ogunlesi to4ogunlesi@yahoo.com " -- tolu ogunlesi, nigeria.
"His guts and actions are uncommon in this part of the sea, I mean the poetry circle. His own guts emerge like the stones thrown at the chains of reactions. A threnody sung only in the public, flashes light on the wall gecko as it transcends the beauty of the poetry. Structures and embodiments of knowledge fill the trends of this Nigerian poet’s collection of poetry which cripples the legs of the reader. This poet whose eyes seem to get deepened into the blood of Geoffrey Chaucer is unmistakably, an acknowledged reality. When you look at his placid and serene face that glazes with laughter, you’d know that he is really a wicked poet: I mean that he is that poet who doesn’t give poetry a puny chance to choose a poet. Tolulope Gbenga Ogunlesi has crumbled on the spirit and dance of poetry as he is taken to the 3 Paradoxist Manifesto, that “I am not a poet, that’s why I write poetry”. The Nigerian young poet, who writes in English, has found a centrality in the development of modern poetry in the world. He is really an engaging light for the poetry society. This wicked poet landed on the lagoon of poetry with a collection which bridles the mind, by savouring the reading public with nearly 90 poems in a first collection, which shows that he has gone to the depth of poetry journey, but I wonder why he was never lost in a romantic journey as he sojourns in his wonderful collection of poetry. He comes out with another overflowing method as he rumbles on the pattern of passionate poets, who do not write out of the boundaries of poetry. It can also be said that the Scottish born-never-ending Nigerian based writer grapples the reflections of human knowledge to the fact he wonders in I KEEP WONDERING, where He’s like those black ants That crawl looking for a way Into your soul. That is how he tickles Me and at the same time Gets on my unsteady nerves… He annoys the reader, as he shivers on his ‘wall’ and its ‘unsure’ matters, which could make the reader smoothly scratch a head as to its complexity, but the beauty of the poetry comes out in the realms as he falls on the soliloquy: How long my walls’ll stand is what I’m unsure of. They told me I’m A wall, not a gate or a door The blood of romantic poetry comes to flow in his veins as he captures the geckos that ‘trapped’ the cover page of the book. It spills more of the romantic words into my eyes as She and me share the space On the balcony, eyeing the world from outside Like baby geckos trapped in a busy bathtub He avoids being lost in a romantic journey, and touches the mind of the reader as he stumbles on BUSHFIRES. Tolu is a rare torch of light and inspiration to poetry in general. In a few words, Judith R. Goff said that she believes that the poet has a bright future ahead of him…and that is unequivocal, then with him following his muse, that she believes he must, because rejecting such a gift could anger the gods… but who could tell him that He is a bushfire Racing through surrendered territory He comes up again with his bright-eyed part of poetry and creates impression of pigeon-hole taxonomy, that POETRY IS NEVER HELPLESS, when he crosses the vicarious experiences of poetry, as the cherubic shadows smoothly glowed through that A poetic infidel is better than one Who couldn’t draw circles with The bottom of a Coca-Cola bottle Hopefully, he escaped the wondering on writing with great passion about subjects, but fell into the object part which has no socially-redeeming qualities… but I can tell you with no promise-fail that this generation of poets are blooming and shall never fall like Idi Dada Amin, who is now wandering in the mirage of the shores of hell. Tolulope Gbenga Ogunlesi, has really delivered his world of poetry from a torrential beat from the international audience. " -- Onyeka George Nwelue, Lagos, Lagos, Nigeria.
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