Tag Archives: darkness

PROVE ITSELF TO BE

PROVE ITSELF TO BE

inspire me
write me a poem
where each line travels forever
journeys through the abyss
finds the light

and when you find the light
bring me back a tiny gleam
a small sprinkling
nothing Betelgeuse, nothing
                                     Aztec
nothing spotlight on
the stage, searchlight at
Belsen-Belsen

but fairy tale forests you
can do me too
but no
    Hansel & Gretel house, nor
immaculate little for
Kamp Kommandant
and his spouse
and their
endearing toddler

inspire with great epic tales
with which I can regale
aforementioned
toddler
    that he might become
even after this horrible,
treacherous start,
truly
   incandescent, fellow
with an unfathomably deep
humanity

redeem the world through
the seeming impossibility
of his own redemption

hard to quantify, even venture
an estimate
        as how crucial to
our salvation,
   beyond inspirational such

a turn for the better
             could, when the final
reports are
in
   prove itself to be
             

DARK POETRY

DARK POETRY

no twist, turn,
switch

though by all means
a switching on
of the light

a searching, probing
light

the kind survelling the landscape
scanning the skies

enough luminosity there
to scare anyone away
from
   subterranean explorations

writing dark poetry,
commonplace anathema

who knows in
the darkness
         what razor’s edge
what peril to hard-won
community?

what sways and bends, plunges
deep into itself
           goes full on despair
of Garden of  Gethsemane
petals of
   blood there
to be seen?

yes
   what we have here
must say what it says write
as is written

in the absence of light
suddenly that which dazzles

what
    the reader demands
never
an abyss, no dark
night of the soul

NEON

NEON

darkness has a logic
for every logic
an anti-logic

but
   let us forget this
and proclaim
a realm
of Neon

neon blossoming
on trees of perspex and plastic
glass abd steel

in the rain
these flowers
        beyond perfect
in a
forest of neon
such enchanted being

no one will have need of
darkness
      the very

thought of
darkness
                for whatever reason
      ever again

THE LIGHT

THE LIGHT

they switched off
the light

but could not
switch it back on again
or maybe
just refused

leaving the world
nor in state of day
neither that of night

just in that limbo darkness
betwixt and between

where all
their machinations
burgeon and thrive

reducing the value of
all that is
loved, all
that is life

taught
from the cradle to do so

finding this state
of being so
infinitely agreeable

BURNED

BURNED

I sat in the shadows
where else better

to hear you proclaim
the light

proclaim yourselves
the light

and as
the light

to fight off the darkness
one must go
deeper into the darkness
than the light
could possibly know

I saw you
proclaiming yourselves
the light

messing with
the light
to counter the darkness

and getting burned
horribly burned.

SILENT

SILENT I am in the library hunting for tales of darkness and light feasting on the silence some poems are silent this we must respect in a world of horror what can a poem possibly say? some things are terrible some just overblown too big to talk about in a thing called a poem I have worked my way through this book labyrinth found what I was targeting exactly what I was after wondering if the books of light in this library are protected by angels flashing in to defend humanity, promote safety and justice bomb dropped falling as I wonder whether a golden robe goes with the territory is the absolute sign of favour presence of the light

SHAPESHIFT

SHAPESHIFT Jung saw it archetype before his eyes come alive from light to darkness we can all shapeshift learn so much from shadow so much from the light carry that darkness as deep memory inflicted upon it ss always shapeshifting its essence into imagined gods creatures of pure archetype absolutely mistaken, basking in the horror of our own darkness so convinced they own the light are very embodiment of the light true terror of which no one can describe