Tag Archives: #dark

INVISIBLE AND BROKEN

INVISIBLE and broken
are we
unknown to our own kind
are we
indefensible and ruined
are we

Our life is mystery
Our life is heartbreak
Our life is evil
Our life is worst off

together
so broken
and shameless

No heartbeat between us
divided between day & night
gazing from the gutter
of a private dark heaven
is our life

Getting closer to god
Getting closer to life
Getting closer to meaning

it will never be
it can never be
forever stalking
those unlike you and me

We are the creatures
of the Night.

:: 09-29-2018 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – LXXV

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WHAT fear that burns
that all the eye can see
the morning bird upon a tree
such burning truth that melody!
sweeping morning clear the night
erasing visage of thick-white fog
and the mortal soul
who is lost within last night
upon this beautiful day
of mourning light!

:: ~~ ::


TWO FINGERS ARE GOOD (but three stretches it)

Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of  heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my     swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought;  like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more

:: – ::


BAYOU ODE

Today it was the, “short-sharp” pains
of a 5th Avenue-dressed-like soul catcher
that teased my spirit to life.  Tomorrow
I believe the Southern attire with bare teeth;
a Mississippi-mud soul variety who will greet
me.  The crickets have clamped their thorax-
heart and swamp frogs bellied up in boiling
bayou of THAT ONE.  There’s still Southern
Comfort!

:: 03-23-2015 ::


DARK NIGHT

Don’t let the light shine upon me–
I am the need, usurping life.
I am the ghost of need.
And you, so nice in all your life,
took me inside and gave to me
a reason to live– I threw it all away:
don’t let the light shine upon me —
I am the need, usurping life.
I’m the ghost of need.
I am the city inside of you.
People living, walking, sleeping,
loving, and dying.
And the justice, jury, and the one
who wears a black hood:
throwing the switch watching you
dying wishing you
never had — never let
the light shine upon me

I am the need of the dark light

:: 10-25-2014 ::


DIAMOND-HEART COAL

my profoundly friend
in my daisy-eye
summer breath,
one black day —

who turned diamondHeart
into coal (it happened)
beneath an artist’s hand

where i forgave forgiveness
that i(my heart so such)
writes and paints skies
of fiend between immortal friends

:: 10-13-2014 ::


DYING PARADISE

A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!

What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise

A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart

We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise

We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,

“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!

:: 09-22-2014 ::


BELLY BUTTON FLY

What trust placed — anyone!
Bequeathed garlic fly,
“One, the child, beat,
a jester-cheat, brute!
What soul unknown this world!
“My modesty died in beauty, girl”
I believed the brimstone kiss,
lust laid me, honestly, magically!
And between these worlds, parted lips,
drank the dream of lasting love…
“so believe me, then do not!”
I only understand truth, and love.
Said the pure fly in blue skies —
“Then upturned noses smell fungus!
and in mornings, lonely abdomen!”

:: 09-22-2014 ::


LOVE — THE STALKER

Vampire Kiss (2)

LOVE has stalked me
thrice with its cunning
and more than once
has slay with its fangs
such a hunter is it
I fear it will not abate
and in the end I fear
first a mate then the end

:: 02-03-2014 ::


SILHOUETTE

WE pretend
to show affection
beneath the lies
— Silhouette —
a hidden rope
around my neck

You could bring
me a diamond
But there’s no stone
harder than your heart
I could scream and cry
blood in a tea cup
staring at all
my spare parts

You took the treasure
of my heart shaped box
a figure of speech
only for those
who know ignorance

I would have loved you
more than life itself
If only the love you had
was better than gold
But now I cry blood tears

My tears of red fill
the porcelain tea cup
strewn around me
nothing but spare parts
I live within
a nightmare dream

:: 01-29-2014 ::