Best Lifedark Poems
Pentagram house of worshipers
Voices of chants Echoes
Red skins in lust
Boiling in passion
Black in shadows
Naked in bodies
Dirt in pearls
Enchanting
As Sky folded earth
Black and white
Pure and clear
Hippocrates Sigh
Groans and screams
Passions of the devils and gods ….
Daughters of humanity
Invoke upon god and goddess
Demand peaceful life and wipe your misery
Heavenly cloth yet dark phantoms
Hypocrites in religious
People of Righteousness..
Open the door enter grey area
Deceive and filth using norms as their shield
Unveil masks
Call a priest and dance as beast
Congratulation
Again trap
In a circles of cell block
Clown choirs Sing a fantasy music
Title Goodness in disguise
Doubt of what?
Awake and rise
Celebrate
Pure as crystal
Hesitation is a dark energy
For us are unique
Jewels’ of existence Theist or atheist!
22/11/09
Everyone has one,
yes my friend its true,
those deep dark secrets,
that make yourself YOU.
Skeletons in the closet,
call it what you will,
sooner or later that closet opens,
and those deep dark secrets reveal.
And when everythings out in the open,
how your life changes so,
all because my friend, those secrets,
are usually the lowest of low.
Child molesters and rapists,
are just an example of a few,
and who it is, is a mystery,
it could be me, or it could be you.
Now that I got your attention,
and you can't deny it for I know it's true,
all the sudden you recollect those secrets,
as you think of what that closet has kept hidden for you!
Now the torment raises the antagonizing process of the sunset
Nowhere is found the hope which is given birth from the tragedy.
Look into the abyss and see the dark grin of the real truth
Which smirks at your stare?
Only smile at its dark intentions as it cannot escape the dark.
The malevolence of its smirk reveals your deep emotions.
Do not bottle up the negative feelings which are held within your heart.
Set free the emotion and banish it to the abyss.
Now the sun rises, the antagonizing process of the torment.
That tragedy gave birth to a new hope.
The darkness shatters as the truth came into light.
Its freedom releases a new smile of virtue, not a smirk of malevolence.
Deep emotions are now floating over the grave, which was your despair.
Feel a new presence as the light envelopes your being.
Realize the new you void of negative emotion and despair.
Celebrate the triumph over this feeling.
Celebrate the new you.
There once upon a time were those dark days
Of haunted clouds above my heavens head
That made my life and path a morbid maze
And turned my hopes and dreams to molded bread
The sun appeared to me a heartless moon
Whose oppressive shadows I would embark
Swimming with stress and fear for fruit at noon
And I myself disappeared into dark
I walked through woods of glass with naked feet
I've slept with wolves whose eyes were wide awake
There were a thousand days I cried defeat
Yet of those thousand days I would not break
With brightness ever round me I recite:
After the dark I'm blessed to walk with light
Johnny Sumler
Me against Myself
6-29-11
You and I built empty things
empty sounds that drip, dripped
down bathroom sinks
Gone stale in damp mountains of towels
that sulked resentfully behind doors
I listened to the tick, tick of a soundless clock
that moved up and down
with our childrens' breath
Your 3 AM skin dark and warm in your nest
While I am inanimate like stone
You and I made empty things
that lived in corners, in dark, dark coffee stained surrender
And I never cease to wonder
How deep the cellar stairs went down
How deep, deep
and tender.
The demon was roused unbidden and overwhelming, spitting and seeing sething red.
The beast had great strength it knew it could achieve anything, violently. Very violently.
It had before.
Its evil rage spread throughout the host and consumed him, was one with him, took
over.Ruled.
With malice it could, would, avenge the deed done against the hosts loved.
The deed was small, the revenge great.
This demon-beast would and without doubt retaliate tenfold against the unknown
aggressor, it was unstoppable.
Although the dark and sticky violent lust smothered the reason of the host, he
fought within for calm and peace. He failed, was human, then not, then something else.
Two beings in one, good versus evil, the eternal struggle. not one or with reason.
As reason began to outwit menace, the demon began retreating, unwilling.
As logic regained control the beast fought back, struggling for its life. it wanted life, reason.
As it faded back to its dark domain it left its evil presence in dark gloomy
depression, but when it went, it was missed. Lost
And gradually the light shone through and the host was himself. Almost.
Beware the demon within………it may take over
Sometimes while walking the golden path,
You come across a silver one.
Glistening in the moon light, you turn
Never realizing what you’ve done.
It isn’t that it is more beautiful
Than the one that you were on.
Only that you can not stifle the curiosity
Over the places you’ve never gone.
But soon the grey clouds swirl
Taking your moon light away
And you discover that the path you’re walking
Is not silver, but grey.
You try to stumble backwards but
It’s now too dark to see
And suddenly you can find your way everywhere
Except where you’re supposed to be.
It’s easy now to dwell on how
Naïve it was for you to stray
And to let the darkness you have wandered in
Darken each and every day.
Never noticing that there is a break
Of russet across the horizon,
Until the sun pierces your eyes
Making everything it touches golden.
But no matter that you won’t lift your eyes
You can still see your feet.
And you notice that it is not grey
On which your steady steps beat.
You see the glistening familiar path
Not grey but once again gold
You never changed your course
Yet you’re now warm instead of cold.
IT seems that for you to be happy
With the path of gold you were on
You first needed to experience what it was
Like for that road to be gone.
And though it only seemed a detour
That led you through the dark to the light,
You will always know what lies beneath
The silver that beckons you in the night.
When I walked into the house
Glory spread like nightingales asleep.
There was no one home to jest or joust
A lover's Tranquil sat in the air to keep.
This third ghost wailed in silence, dark and deep.
I made for the back door to wait outside for my love,
She arrived, with showering surprise, with a soul to keep,
As I sat still in the dark and the cold like a listless dove.
We roamed about the next morning in yellow and mauve
Grabbing school things and work clothes and bathroom time.
Shoving each other towards the car and the ice and the rain above
We drove off with the 3rd ghost left far behind.
Moving like humans in love with free will and a wheel,
Driven to desire to touch, taste, and feel.
Here I am, in a dark alley,
Hiding from the blind and keeping my lips,
Sealed so the deaf won’t listen,
Listen to who I am, or see who I am.
Yet here I am,
In this dark alley renting religion,
From a priest in secrecy.
In secrecy so my lips won’t burn,
From the scriptures I so wish to speak in foreign ears.
In secrecy so my body will not be torn,
And fed to the lechers who once spoke,
What I chose to speak.
Yet here I am letting my tongue dance,
Dance to the belief we all worship the same god.
I step through the space
feel the void
feel the air
I stretch my hand out
feel the damp
feel the life
I'm walking through the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The dark turns to light
feel the warmth
feel the rush
Growing wider, the tunnel flies past
feel the fear
feel the tears
I'm racing through the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The tunnel becomes tight
feel the weight
feel the edge
Squeezing through, I'm suffocating
feel the loss
feel the restraint
I'm trapped in the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The tunnel becomes vast
feel the terror
feel what's gone
No more boundaries, I'm unsure
feel the responsibility
feel the exposure
I'm frozen, undecided, in the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
I see the end, a light
feel the relief
feel the sighs
I hear a voice, calling to me
feel the cessation
feel the joy
I'm skipping through the tunnel,
the opening of the long, dark tunnel
I've reached the end
feeling confident
feeling decisive
I've survived the tunnel
feeling proud
feeling happy
I'm walking away from the tunnel,
looking back at the long, dark tunnel
and I see another pass through
passing through the long, dark tunnel
beginning the journey
wondering if it would ever end
And me?
I left the tunnel
that long, dark and treacherous tunnel
Completing the journey...
And leaving in the brilliance of triumph...
Rivers flow into my old soul,
Up and into dark still waters.
Filling up the potholes - Rains
Down the street into the drains.
I sit and water. Crying out into the
Night and God always calms me.
Misty abyss sucks in all who don't repent.
So believe in the magic of wonderment.
Hark! Spit! Get rid of the nasty.
Fishes from rivers can be tasty.
Come one, come all to hear the music.
They play, while I pray - Writing muses
Come into the dark of midnight. Peace.
Sometimes raging rivers flow, so be it.
Bring pheasants bring cartwheels
Bring dark hallowed halls
Bring the quiet whisper
Whom no one thought to call
Bring a lamp
A can
A crucifix
Someone to lean against
Bring my mother
My son
In the dark and disorder
I won't go on alone
Without a home.
Oh Eden deep within
Shall I taste of mortal sin
Taste the fruit you offer me
Be subservient to your imfamy
Or do I restrain from yearning
Succumb to histories learning
Live in peace with fellow man
Be as done and do as can
Eden the cravings tempting
Sin it pulls and unrelenting
Serpents tongue has my ears
Whispers low, plays my fears
Yet he light, the pull is strong
Voice is mellow and full of song
Finds me kind and pure of heart
Heeds my soul and dark depart
Confused in life I stumble on
In dark or light I am but one
Conscience talks do I listen
As that tree and apple glisten