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The empty air of the cosmos, sucking every life of void. You feel nothing, and
yet, emptiness feels you. With deadened eyes that search nullity as if though the
very nonexistence would apparate before your very own gaze. With Shadowed
ground and fathomable dusk. Light, which, may not even glow, is as an eclipse, light
hidden by walls of the mind. The cage of mental lies, you may call up, bring forth the
sanity that you question. Insanity in Lunacy swallows up the mind.
With no one to rely on, when no one is compelling enough to to trust, the mind
falls apart in the darkness of thought. Ears, muffled of words and screams, rush and
reel with the silence of the unbalance. Hands pulling, grasping, straining, to rip you
apart, to hear your scream. Yet, no sound emanates from your throat. The pulling,
grasping, and straining hands cause a dull ache. The scarring claws and nails are soft
fingers against cold skin. Thrashing movements, ones you cannot understand, you
register as your own. Screams filling mute ears, stifled sobs of desist now are clear in
the smothered ears as water in a crystalline glass. Melancholy hidden in the words,
singing out in pain.
Bright walls seemed dulled, voices drowned out by grief-filled silence. Cold air,
rushing through the empty space between lungs and skin, between cloth and flesh,
warmth leaving your very being frozen. Not finding one fraction of detail to take in as
solace in the darkness of this gloom. Crying out as If you were able to find an anchor
and hold on. Said anchor is nowhere in sight as dark as the blackness of night, you
cannot see. In this mind of mental lies, everything is as an illusion. Reality is just as
cold and foreboding as the dusk of light when the dark of your shadows begin to
creep out to spread black fingers of cold, into your very soul.
I actually wrote this when I was in 7th Grade, what do you guys think?
We were supposed to choose and emotion and right it out, I chose the Null of
Emotion, or simply, the emptiness of them.
Do you believe dreams are by random chance?
Or can they tell you something in advance?
I've had a few dreams that came true.
Is this only me, or has it happened to you?
A few weeks ago, I dreamt a that girl I like a lot got a diamond ring.
Later I saw on facebook, she was engaged and planning her wedding.
A while back in my sleep I saw a white car and one side was rammed in.
My brother called that afternoon, saying someone ran a red light and hit him.
I only bring it up because it happened again today.
One of my good girl friends called and had something to say.
She said I'm pregnant and want you to be the Godfather, will you?
I said yes, then remembered last night I saw her with not one, but two.
She went on to say, “I get the best of both worlds, its a boy and a girl.”
“I'm having twins,” my head got light and the room started to swirl.
I know I'm not Nostradamus, but there has to be an explanation.
Or maybe I'm just going crazy and need a vacation.
I hope I hear some similar things from you,
and if not, I don't know what to do.
I don't think I'm going crazy, my life is quite boring,
and all the voices I hear in my head are usually just snoring.
A dream aloft in a cold cloudy black sky, no one is here but you and I.
Storm riding a wave from shore to shore, could there be something more.
From light to light he envelops the vibe of the mean streets with nothing to hide.
Like a dark horse he emerges, an enigma in light to all that lived to know this figure.
He is a true loner…
A warrior of great stature, he fights to the death emerging unscathed a slave to himself.
Only a slave in his mind he lived only to fight, again and again with all his might.
When it was now no one cared, about the secret place in his heart he and only he bared.
Now he seeks out that place of peace, knowing in his mind the violence will never cease.
In this time of the crystal curfew, the equinox shines half for you and the few.
Who stand tall and stand alone a beacon of light for all those who stand and fight.
Standing alone in and among a crowd of people, incognito, and an oblivious steeple.
James C Bryant Jr.
November 30, 2001
Notice how the stars
are pulling away from us,
and their light is less luminous?
I remember seeing them closer
than the flickering lightning bugs;
now even they fly to another universe...
An ever-changing universe
is an admonition of events
coming to an awful conclusion,
and as it extends further into infinity,
our fears grow too real to dispel mystery;
nights without stars
is a sea without sails,
pity the lonely moon staring in confusion...
The eclipse of the effulgent moon,in mid-winter,
covered the solar surface with obscurity,
even momentarily,we felt its density
and leaned on the edge of despair;
when light returned, hope was restored
in an ever-changing universe so vast and cold...
Only astronomy sees the changes
to enforce this belief on us,
and elucidates them with exact details;
and if we are deprived of perception:
we must tap our intuition
and flee with an ever-changing universe,
before every star disappears from our skies...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
River minnows
One of life’s sunshine days
A pleasant walk down to the river
Scene of all basking in high summer sun
Sheep graze roaming enamoured of the warm grass
The river flowing passing on its ancient meandering way
A self carved path by an enticement no choice drawn to the sea
And over the river and water meadows comfy white cottages seen
The bright garden colours given now a soft focus by haze and distance
Onto the river bridge the weight an impetus of water a few feet down below
Grey stone ancient buttress shaped by old artifice granting water a gentle pass
Auric and glistening the strong suns noonday blazing light beams down
Lit the riverbed of soft golden sands transmuted a bronze by depth
Flanking green reeds softly sway the gentle current persuades
Shadows shapes seen moving contrary and counter way
Lovely minnow’s dark tops sides a silver hidden
Viewed unseen but in this summer light
Serendipity favour a glance a view
Perhaps a little peep
Of heaven
Resurrections 2
Timeless beyond light brought awareness
Breathing by life blood
Destinies womb where souls settle
Diamond snowflakes from above
Shifting susurrus of whispered tryst
The sanctuary of love
Configured identities in Dervish dances
On Astral quivers Plato arrows of heavenly vistas
When light bequeathed the resurrections echoes
In double edged colours
Regalia of solace and shadow
Gathering perception attend communion
Converse of ordeal and peace survive
The assay of a soul alive
Molded so and pursues the resolution of flesh
To these posed questions of being
Drawn up upon by the empire of luminosity
Antique pulsation relinquishes its commission
Reaching into glittering organs of the night
Breathes out its loosening Karmic of love
Life’s collected beauties join ascension
The exulted wayward blessing spoken
Returns a diamond snow flake
To the above
It is light everywhere
Everywhere but in my room
Here it is dark and dreary
The solitude confining and deep
I am lost in a world of hurt
I hunger for something more
Something no mere man can provide me
The lust I have for what I desire
Is a dark, dangerous passion
Biting, choking, cutting, slapping
Drinking the thick heart pumped fluid
In a darkened room
In the flicker of the flame
The hunger, the lust, the desire
All an unattainable dream away
So here I sit in dreary grey
I sit, I watch, I pretend
That normal things are ok
Hiding behind the knowledge
That the light that is everywhere
But on me or in my room
To me is mediochre and dull
But it will do for now
Until I can take no more
Of this mundane stuff
And then I will take what I need
From some pitiful creature
That will never be enough
To satiate my needs
Paths to follow, or roads to lead, where shall I go?
Walking on thorns I begin to bleed, how could I know?
Tis the beginning or near the end, what shall it be?
When I came to a forest of the sun, I begin to see
The light which is given from the One, I begin to plea.
Mercy was given in the valley of the sun, I began to be
The light which is before me, known from the shadows I left behind.
When I came into the walls of a tainted jungle there is a tangled vine.
When I unraveled the mystery of the time, I tasted a pure wine
And she has put me in a daze.
Why, oh why must I still gaze
Into the eyes of time's forgetful maze,
Of these paths to follow or roads to lead, where shall I go?
……..???
Walk on clouds of sorrow… I no longer bleed…I found the way home!
Beneath the glowing satellite,
a path for lovers grew.
So I set off and followed it
in hopes to find love too.
I wandered down meandrous roads
that twisted and crisscrossed,
but could not find love anywhere,
that wayward feeling, lost.
The light that once in music rose
faded and suddenly
bedimmed the tracks and hid the way,
at least it did for me.
What of the orb that's sung about
mysterious and praised,
if it can hardly shed or keep
that light for lovers raised?
Perhaps the moon drifts here and there
as broken hearts will do,
finding it hard to stay afloat
because it's lonely too.
I wonder if that mystic sphere
will light the path and when
or if in fact there really is
a way to love again.
As night closes
upon us
a chill strikes us
in our very bones
There is nothing to prevent
the dread growing
all around our mortal frames
Shadows have chased
away light
fear is what we now know
If you wish to flee
from this harsh reality
I send you out hope
Your eyes will see
things
You never wished to see
and the light we once knew
is now a distant memory
Let your eyes take delight
in what they can see
Before you fall into a deep dream
Let you sorrows leave you
Do your best to defeat the ghostly
minions of despair