Some flowers bloom well into twilight,
moonlight mesmerizes them,
leads them into dreams of distant dawns.
The velvet drapes of summer
do not offend them,
rather they entice
as they bathe
within deeply tidal lullabies.
Gently the blossoms succumb,
gentle is the soft enfolding.
A warmed and darkening air descends
to couple with the intimate scents
of floral favors, perfumes that linger
upon wafts of intimacy.
all hidden by sequestering shadows,
an efflorescence is shared
within a sanctuary of confidential pleasures,
raptures far from
the harsh dazzle of daylights
prying gaze.
fear drives the dark
death rides sight unseen
devise a wicked threshold
miles gained while catching sleep
lost dreams and vague debris
passersby and inbetweens
the momentum of obscurity
time is the flicker of a snap
flees an instance
outline against brights beam
a moving silhouette
the weight of grief
hanging from trees
regret breathes in sweet
the swing of the dead
the tears of misery bleed
soon to seed
sharp stabs seeking green
a means to plunge deep
seeking a pulse to beat
true goes the steady stream
flowing tree to tree
shadowy bends bow to break
twisted sprigs move climbing feet
knotted tangled trunks beneath
a crown of twigs joined to extend
obscure limbs held content
a sea of branches transcends
rises steep to oversee
beyond the leaves
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
Under waning moon and festooned sky
With darkness to illuminate the night
It is already morning
Though beneath blackened heavens
One couldn't hope to know
It will soon reverse its darkling effect.
This is faith beyond the wraith
This is hope surpassing spectres
Yesterday's sun is no
Assurance of today's
But faith sticks out its hand
Until warmed by mornings kiss.
Forget that I am shallow,
Or that I crave tears,
And that I am full of malice
Like a deceitful notion,
I am here to destroy.
Forget that I am terrible,
Or that you ought to fear my thoughts,
And array my silent hunt
That my hardness is soon upon you.
Forget that I am darkness,
And that I am everywhere
So sleep well in the night.
"Darkling in Distress"
Spirits of ancient entities
prowl hauntingly through eerie mist
encumbered by flesh no more
beyond sweet breath of lovers kiss
as skeletons of eras past
evaporated vapors
wandering through tunnels
concealed by lace drapes of sorrow.
in clandestine atmosphere
horror of hollow empty shells
dark corridors impune
as essence of torturous bones
consume an imprisoned heart
of a darkling in distress.
kidnapped in a vacant enclosure
of constrained emotions
sequestered in quicksand
down in a dark dungeon
of a Life broken
a crushed pedestal
a crumpled effigy
spewing volcanic ash
from a verbotin sham
sad spirit departs
to wanderlust
of withered dust
parched and perished by pain
black memories
scream ... scream ...
down in the dark dungeon
thoughts tantalize: Life is only a vapor, a mist
and Death is the beginning of Life.
*darkling - an entity in pain
*verbotin - forbidden
*For Nathan's Insanity of Death Contest ..
Oh darksome prince,
how I bowed at your feet
you asked me for bourbon
and nothing to eat
I followed you close
as a pitiful pet
you gave me a pill
thatwould make me forget
But I must remember
with switches and whips
to punish myself
for the taste
of your lips
your lips and your arms
oh darkling devine
imprison my soul
'til the last drop of time.
The sun has set on our harried noon,the owl
play elegy on the lintel of gathering a dusk,
serenating sounds scour the soul,with searing rhythm of pain,
a ricocchet of cracking hearts,heard above the beatitudes muttered in chilling
morsels or whispered from tyrant heights
The sun has set on a blasted noon,we grope
in the choking darkness for a flicker,to guide
our faltering feet,while vultures above,attracted
by the stench of our dying dream,eyele migrates
with its burden of goodwill,leaving a chaotic order in
our haunted lair
agbe add a soprano of loneliness and seething sorrow,aluko
supply a dirge for grandstanding cleric and mumbling mullahs
who concoct hatred with fashionable false and
deodorized dogmas
The sun has set,yet dross of care maul the heart
while hope gallop like a trojan horse
to armageddon
we are familiar strangers in a season of tsunamis,praying
forlornly for sun's soothing rays,but
Will dry bones ever rise again
on this darkling plain?
Aug04
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