You don't go through a deep personal transformation without some kind of dark night of the soul. - Sam Keen
A prayer, bursting from impulsive lips
blessing each silent tear, still life burning
away the last mist of the dark shadows
It’s kind of dark out…
Especially for midday..
And I’m feeling far out
Pushed to the sea from the bay.
The tether is slipping,
I’m weakened in my grasp.
And from my constant cries
My voice is nothing more than a breathing rasp.
Please tell me there is light.
I’m feeling my way
Against craggy walls
And I’m missing the days
I wandered hallowed halls
I’m thirsty and need a drink,
I would settle for water holy,
Or wine or a hug or a think,
Whatever has me feeling found and whole-ly.
I stumble often
In these caverns unknown
And crumble often
When I notice I’m still un-grown.
But please, tell me there is light.
Every rustle,
Every breeze,
Has me shaking
In my knees.
I can’t see the moonlight
For the trees
I have no sight
To make me feel at ease.
Just….*sigh*
Just tell me there is light…
in fear in phobias
in terror veritas
I fall into their webs
during the stormy nights
eight-legged freaks
grinning their teeth
staring without moves
at me when I sleep
and I know they will follow
me even tomorrow
and leave me in horror
and I think they will bite
but then I start to like
this kind of dark night rite
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*based on a dream*
Copyright © 2016
01.10.2016
8:58pm
Thought it was about my face?
Faces barred from the race,
racing towards the American
Dream, is the world's it seems.
No, it's our face, you and me
both from G.O.D. don't you
see? Even the tiniest ant,
without G.O.D., it can't.
We all move forward with time,
time to get it right with like
kind. Kind of dark, kind of white
we all need the same Light.
We can't live the past, past time
to not repeat our nation's crimes,
crimes against you and me.
But, someone thinks mankind should
be, be divided in black and white to
continue its spiritual fight. A fight, he
knows he can't win, still misleading
till the end.
by: LesP2008
This Old Castle
This old castle, groans under the bright sky
stones weeping from blood soaked in long ago.
Granite walls and invaders to deny,
forced entry or even catapult throw!
This old castle, dark nights music creeps out
sad songs tell of blood and decaying bones.
Many say ghosts scream and float all about
whispered curses in agonized low tones!
This old castle, fortress to protect life
boiling oil poured on attackers below.
Death, sad pain washed in misery and strife
war the worst kind of dark and bloody show!
Old castle quietly guards its sad tales.
Yet often, one hears those sad midnight wails.
Robert J. Lindley, 12-19-2015
Form: Sonnet
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 103
Feeling dignity itself is impossible,
I feel nothing or nothing more at least,
There is no way to justify.
Myself,
Things I have done or tried to do,
Or failed at,
Miserably failed at,
There’s no way to bring truth to that kind of dark,
No way to break even or who knows?
A curse?
No.
This isn’t a curse,
It’s just a fault, an inability,
Or can I be that thing I need?
You need.
They want.
At least one of those at least?
Ill churn and make for the day,
Accomplish less than I set out to,
Far, far less,
Or just end back where I began or somewhere before.
A good part of the day is night,
In at the beginning, there at the end,
Like another kind of dark called death.
But whenever to our father's house,
Some nighttime crossing in a yellowed light,
To hold yourself against the night, and cry -
I want to cross another cobbled bridge,
To view the other side; and yes, a starlit trip
Upon the deep to islands where I never went.
Just so, a spangled sky of possibles and probables,
To have the stars gleam back - "I told you so".
Then go, and have the moonbeams shed some light
Upon this path I'll call my other walk.
I want to cast a shadow of my future self,
Part then, part now, beginning with an endless end.
you came along
as i was on my cell phone
was near a fences
we sit on the bench
with a smiles
we spoke for while
it was kind of dark
we're
STRANGER IN THE PARK
Honestly have I ever made you cry?
and if I did I'm sorry
next time I'll wipe ya eyes.
When you hurt
just know I do the same
so when your crying tears
you'll know I feel the pain.
Honestly every person
has shedded a tear
but when your about to cry
I'll whisper
the words "I Love You"
in your ear.
Baby girl
I'll catch your tears
right here in a cup.
I'll wash ya pain away
And give you the rest of my love.
Honestly have I ever made you cry?
Cause when I look into your eyes
I see the fire burning
On the inside of ya heart.
Your crying every day and the pain
Is kind of dark.
Your heart is feeling weak,
This love is feeling broken,
you just want that sacred type of
love.
The love that will never go
unnoticed.
You just wanna feel ya heart beat
And move in a lovely motion.
Never knew....
You will ever come my way,
as I remember the spent old days.
My life was kind of dark, and you like bright ray,
Left an impression of an eternal stay.
I met you as a stranger,
and our relationship tend only to the danger.
It became as sharp as tip of a razor,
But now these memories are something to treasure.
Then the Time took such a wise bend !
that we started calling each other as 'Friends'.
Let it be a a storm that could rend,
but for the first time I don't want to myself to defend.
Getting someone as a Friend, is no big deal,
but what matters is to take care of how the person feels.
What I liked in you was your strange way to heal,
and how you made me realize, that these are not reel.
Don't know how to define,
but I always wished to be pristine.
I am sharing all these feelings of mine,
as I found in you, something more than fine.
Let me tell, without giving a cue,
I regard you as a precious drop of dew.
Want to express more, but words are few,
My composition found a new in you.
Just want to say!
Never Knew..........
In times like this, I wander within your walls
Like some lost form, far off and gray on an overcast beach
A muted form, crouched over the mist in waiting
You-- who loves me as the wind loves the sand,
Touching the ever changing surface,
swirls of crystalline dancing with some kind of dark sway,
Stirring deep inside the belly of your wants and dreams,
and yet, brushes beyond the shape of time and permanence:
Each note of each turn, rising upwards towards
a rupture in monochromatic skies
And I am waiting,
Standing against the flood of your light
For the water to wash over me,
and carry me on your tide
home.
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