Long Darkness Poems
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O hearth of hypnotic language,
my moon in warm alphabets,
if to love you, I must drown,
and to move you, soul must listen,
let the heart trust the luminous
craft of compelling art,
where every stroke summons
liquid petals of ink to scribble
across cosmic walls
of constellations,
as this craving curates the essence
of timeless touch,
whilst jealousy becomes the flame,
burning ~ aching ~ wanting
to breathe poetic palpitations
in the fingertips of your addictive alchemy,
turning graphic graffiti
into a passionate storm
of alienated butterflies,
with abstractions of trembling textures
outlining the truth of temptation…
Yet I sleep with black dahlias
beneath my pillow, embroidered
with erased notes of metaphors,
dreaming of you and I,
catching polaroids of sunrise,
for every frozen blossom,
bathes in scarlet streaks
of awakening light,
as we remain more than just
a rhyme wrapped in dusks of darkness ~
we are the cascading colors
dancing as secrets I still bleed.
I am the crystal quartz,
chaotically calligraphing
charismatic thoughts
around the glass frames of your galaxies,
exhaling vivid visions,
inhaling what could be,
for I am a stargazer
romanticizing lilac thunder,
chasing cloudscapes of sparks,
lost in the afterglow of a dawn ~
draped in the gravity
of neon-silk verses…
In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home
In the clear night; stars burning brightly; but no lines drawn or shown
Constellations; the only connection; that's never physically known
But that's where salvation lies; Hidden behind those dead eyes;
In the infinite unions; found; in those raven skies
Defining purpose in fields of darkness; location mind-blown
Bleakly smothered, a foligenous blurring; bestown
Black holes; darkly mystical, in their misdirections unknown
Calling out in plain sight; from the worlds last phone booth
Lost in my damnation; is astounding material truth
Staring at finite delusions; as I'm becoming long in the tooth
A Beacon of Hope
A beacon of hope
from the darkness of pandemic.
A ray that seems to itinerant
to destroy the darkness which is spread over the world.
Pandemic engulfed all human beings,
darkness is dense everywhere.
All are waiting for the sun to rise
to kayo this wickedness.
A ray of hope
is within us .
We must bring this silver line out,
we must fight against this pandemic.
Our rosy outlook empowers ,
It fills us with great energy and enthusiasm.
We must build such domain,
where gloom is powerless to enter.
The mother nature is showing us
the path of being human.
Let's fight together
by being sensible and sensitive
and being dependable....in unity.....we win....
He stood still against the rails
of an unfrequented country passage
overlooking a deep valley,
now engulfed in inky darkness.
It was his little world,
a world he did not relish,
a chaos he was trapped in.
The wind wailed though he heard it not
nor felt the cold it blew into his face,
nor smelled the lavish lavender from the vale below.
In his quintessence of non-feeling,
his body trembled like an aspen leaf,
yet like a bleak icicle, he moved not.
His vacant mind never bothered to count
the minutes he stood there,
staring blankly at the deep vale,
never wondered how long
he had been motionless, a wasted time.
How many hours it has been.
As precious moments flew,
as sloth dulled his mind except for one fact.
She was no more; her death had been quick.
The future mattered not for him,
time flew, time was finite.
He had become as dark as a dead light bulb.
Till he looked up the hillside.
There was a cabin there.
Light poured out of the windows.
He knew a fire was roaring,
Inside a comely woman went about her chores.
He felt hungry.
Would she accept him?
And a welcome written on the mat outside
Inviting him in.
He did not hesitate.
Enter darkness, soothe my pain
Make me feel alive again
Any words to harsh to say
Make this vessel, pave my way
Burning fire, stew my bones
Just anything to steer my goals
Align this weary and confused soul
Define that future, review my role
Young apprentice, bleed me dry
Pump adrenaline into these dry eyes
Flay my body, roast my thighs
Bake my innards. I want to come alive
I crave your static, excite my mind.
Renew my senses choke my lifeline
In these last few years I have but lived a lie
I want to see again, though I’m destined to die
My days are few, my breathings in vain.
I’d rather live an hour than be a trade or a slave.
While men do slumber, I stare awake
Reliving regret as I waste away
The shoes men wear, leave no cast
Unless you see the present, there is folly in past
Live no boundaries, why not take a chance?
I’ll take this brief journey until my last.
Hills stack up on miles passed
Rolling down the mountainside
To take a chance on asphalt limitations
Black as night with traffic moving backwards
Poppies line the road as color globes
Fragrant red heads steadfast on stems
Held together with green and leaves
Cars try hard to hide their misery
Running out of gas before they end
On every hour turning down the day
The earth remains in total darkness
When the sun turns off the light
Setting as if poppies really cared
Covered up in night the flowers rest
Showers try to drown them in their sleep
The sun remains in silence
Rising only when it has too
Birds fly in circles with feathers still intact at morning
With elements of dawn fresh on their breath
It might be time for breakfast
Wondering about a potential food source down below
About those red specks flowing by the road
And listening for signs of traffic
Coming from behind the mountainside on time
Praying gentle over feelings, inspiring
Ephemeral thoughts portray sweet purity,
Wistful mists rain down like dewdrops perspiring,
Trembling truths reveal grace in maturity.
Ephemeral thoughts portray sweet purity,
Glowing like stardust, wonders in silent skies,
Trembling truths reveal grace in maturity,
Faith weighed by One who exposes each disguise.
Glowing like stardust, wonders in silent skies,
Songs in smiles, seeking to interpret His light,
Faith weighed by One who exposes each disguise,
His love is the change which the prophets incite.
Songs in smiles, seeking to interpret His light,
Melodies played by souls who believe this hope,
His love is the change which the prophets incite,
Forever in our hearts, His love helps us cope.
Melodies played by souls who believe this hope,
Whispers of mercy fill lives with divine hues,
Forever in our hearts, His love helps us cope,
This is perfection that darkness can’t confuse.
Whispers of mercy fill lives with divine hues,
Blushing rose and soft blue to still the sorrows,
This is perfection that darkness can’t confuse,
He is the One who never steals or borrows.
Blushing rose and soft blue to still the sorrows,
Wistful mists rain down like dewdrops perspiring,
He is the One who never steals or borrows,
Praying gentle over feelings, inspiring.
The Silence of a Morning Snowfall
David J Walker
There is a darkness over
The far side of the park
Named winter
Waiting for its snows to
Find a place to fall
Very still I stand
in the window
Over the windowsill and watch
As the large flakes fall
bowing Spruce branches
bound by a contract
Of silent servitude
I watch the silent world turn white
On a November morning
The silence still lingers in the halls
Of a building no longer calling young
Scholars to classes
Silence multiplied by distance
Silence divided by fractured light
The silence of a morning snowfall
after a while,
i light a candle
for you
the tears that
once were are
forever absent
moving forward
in continuum, i
have learned to
smile even through
the tough stuff
the root of me is
you, and that
cannot be forgotten
no matter the
inevitable strain
as the frigid
raindrops fall, i
reminisce about
the work you did
to create good times
out of nothing
it is then that i
put away all juvenile
behavior and man up
to bless your memory
even in eternal sleep,
you teach me in a way
that goes far beyond
the intelligence of my
thoughts
i guess at times i get so
into me that i forget what
is important as well as what
is necessary
it will never be the same
without you here, but i
can at least cherish the
times that you were
whether in daylight or
in darkness, love can
always see through
you love still radiates
in the realm of
unconditional, and that
is a quality of you that
will always live on
within me....
Black Crickets
The sad side of the darkness,
is the mirror in which I see,
my reflection alone,
this night and every night,
you go home.
I understand there is a reason,
like a season,
yet things are;
beyond change,
when we are unable to see
past the point of the moment.
Where you are;
is not here.
I am not able to feel the beat.
The rhythm of the air,
in which we live our lives,
most of the time.
Your smell is gone.
I am disturbed by this.
Slowly I have walked around,
the kitchen... the bread is cooking.
It is nearly 2:00 am.
Yet, I can not be taken away,
to another place by;
the simple...
if ordinary magic,
of the oven.
I keep watch on the time.
Twenty minutes.
I walk out into the back;
the yard,
the barn,
the garden...
beyond.
It is cold,
we are old...
I hope you will,
be back.