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The Heart's Malcontent Eye

Secluded mind murder Windows are false inside here I find here,deep inside here...i don't find myself hoping for peace These clouds of despair that blind the battlefield have a dark appeal My naked eyes see nothing The cheerful souls have perished...the beautiful people have all withered away This Old Age prophecy must be This is A Bleak life...led by the paragraphs of holy books,held by crooks Sing songs of renewal in the afterworld ....hopeful catharsis...the relief of world I admit... i am the bashful admirer of profound destruction signed -K.D????

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Yoni Dvorkis

Date: 10/29/2009 11:40:00 AM

No worries, you're hardly alone in this category. Your uniqueness comes mostly from the fact you're willing to admit your own dark side. You'd be surprised how little of that I see here on PS. Too many people hopeful and loving and kind and caring. Too many people in denial about the darker, stranger, twisted and very appealing thoughts they don't want to talk about...I for one am an unbashful admirer of darkness. The only way to let light through is by shining it in the darkest places.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 9/15/2009 7:42:00 PM

"profound destruction" excellent phrase! yet life mimics the heraldic phoenix and will merely rise again from the ashes of angst. sweet write! And you're correct I don't like NY. Light & Love

Derrick Burton

Date: 8/24/2009 11:41:00 PM

wow... different.... enjoyed how truthful you were in the poem.. anyway, enjoy your night!

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/24/2009 5:08:00 AM

Thank you for sharing your splendid poetry with us today Kalonji. Wishing you the best always in your writing. Love, Carol

Ryan Nash

Date: 8/24/2009 12:41:00 AM

Ahh, i really like those last lines... great shift (and definitely a good poem overall as well)