You dictate to me
as you want me to be,
you strap me down,
and then you frown
if I break free,
to be who I want to be!
Yes, I do not fit
I won’t stand or sit,
as you try to school,
dominate and rule
defining me to be!
what you desire to see.
How can you desire,
to light a specific fire
quelling other flames within me?
Oh, what expectation
and determination
to snuff out the me in me!
Deciding for me
to be or not to be!
how can you ever
make me want, what you prefer?
Copyright © by Crystal David John
(Published in my book titled 'Trails of Thought,' which is available on Amazon)
Black widow, thy fabled mark.
Through a knothole seen.
Moonlight, light path after dark.
Glitch the gangrel green.
Flickering flame, wax candle's gleam.
How to extinguish?
Air. Snuff out. Cut off the stream.
Cover up the dish.
Hellfire, bloom. O woodland, burn.
Ghost, hide in the leaves.
Pain, approval, taciturn.
He who loves, soon grieves.
Life, red ruins. Fain, fast fade.
Silent is the shade.
O for those who were played, glade?
Blighted, bound, bombed, bade.
Will-o-the-wisp, deep the bog.
Follow where it goes?
Light, thy beauty. Slick the slog.
Carrion for the crows.
Tiger in the tall grass?
He's waiting for a meal.
O young suitor, lass? Best pass.
Never shall ye heal.
Vicious viper, poison pit.
Well, we should have quit.
Firefly, how to keep lit? Flit.
Otherwise get bit.
Slit throat, O anodyne? Helped?
Seemed like he had died.
Holluschickie, how you yelped.
Children, woe betide...
If
If I could turn back time, and change a single act
What pressure there would be, how would I react?
Would I stop Jesus' crucifixion, make Hitler a peacemaker?
Would I snuff out Bubonic Plague or kill the first cells of Cancer?
I could warn of Nuclear damage, the burn of radiation
I could help the natives in their cause, protect their sovereign nations
I could equalise the gift of wealth, and slavery abort
There's all manner of historical hysteria I could sort
But knowing that each tiny change will lead to new endeavours
Who's to say that all the consequences would be better?
So what if Hitler's noble peace prize makes a German hero
Only for Goebbels to emerge, as Fascism's De Niro
So what I'll do, I'll accept fate is fettered by said powers
And focus on tomorrow, which gets nearer by the hour
I'll own my regrets, I'll stop blaming and start living
I won't look back or change the past, I'll spend my time forgiving
Stun me.
Rewind your music.
Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you.
Listen—
the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back.
Brush the cobwebs from your eyes.
Reignite.
Slip into your own pocket.
Become your own muse.
A compass. A flame.
Listen to your pulse.
Move where your body leads.
Unravel the ache.
Open the door.
Let joy rush in.
Tousle your hair.
Wriggle your shoulders.
Fall, unbraced, into your dream.
Take the wheel.
Lock the door.
Shape your new world—
one breath, one spark, one word at a time.
Let the ocean
crash against the rocks of your love.
Braid wildflowers into your hair.
Blow bubbles—
let smoke and romance fill the space between you.
Angel-winged, glitter-eyed,
under a star-stung night—
but still,
your eyes shine brighter.
Astral projection is nice.
But real life is better.
So—
snuff out the candle.
Empty the vase.
Kiss the memory of him goodbye.
Turn your face up
towards the open door.
And let in the daylight.
The burn of the urn
spills on the floor.
I am not what you carry.
Let me be.
Let me go.
I will wait for you in the shade.
Then, when it’s your turn—
we will turn the page.
Have you ever wondered that/
Tobacco can affect your mental health/
Think about your life/
Before you lit that first cigarette or cigar/
Did you ever get in trouble/
Did you have any drama/
Did you fight with your lover or soul mate/
Were you ever rude or a hate warrior/
Did your heart turn black after that first cigarette/
Tobacco affected my own mental health/
What happened to me/
Could happen to you/
And, it could be worse/
Tobacco is a harmful substance/
It's like a drug/
It does crazy things to your mind/
You might think it relaxes you/
But, it actually does more harm than good/
You get cancer from Tobacco, too/
Tobacco adds to your mental health issues/
Tobacco means more trips to doctors/
You snuff out your divine light/
By using Tobacco, it's a mind altering substance/
Make your divine light pure, always shining bright/
By saying no to Tobacco/
Never mess up your mind, keep your mind, that light, pure/
God don't want you to put poison in your body/
Tobacco is poison/
Say no..../
Be pure.../
Keep your divine light pure/
Light teases flirting shadows
He knows they are in his mercies
He will rule them, he will determine their fate
He can swallow them in his might
But they are of shadowed minds
They do not know the hour or day
When night comes to suck them away
Blend them into darkness
Who shall open our eyes to see
That we are just passing by
We are shadow, we are night
Soon to disappear at the turn of time
The moment fades into memories
The curtain flaps and life closes
Another is gone
And I wonder
Did he get a chance to say goodbye, I'm sorry, I love you?
Was he accorded a chance to catch a glimpse of the life behind
Lovers come, lovers gone, the bittersweet?
He used to walk with a bounce and swag
But it is all sand and dust now
Life is but an escaping breath
Who can hold it in when it's time has come?
Who can tarry the call when it rings in the soul?
And yet we often forget
That we are just passing by
Fluttering candles in the wind
Whose light will soon snuff out
And we passing by
Will soon pass on
To our lasting gloom or glory
When a stranger becomes stalker, the life you lead comes into question. Was it something I said, that someone took offense . Was it your objection or endless rejections to suitors seduction that fell short of enticing and sorely lacking in suspense.
For what you can’t have, you’ll take in due time. Building up fluids to be spilled upon me, your wine.
At first you did frighten, enough to lose sleep. But, now I am learning, your patterns. Your needs.
Are you ready for me? I’ve something special lined up. I’m certain you’ll approve. It’s all those things that you love!
I’ll be home by 9, but you know this already. Having studied me carefully, unnoticed by many.
But, I quickly caught on to the times you invaded. An intruder made himself comfortable and in the closet he waited.
How cold was that blade when it entered your heart? Were you scared when I continued to snuff out your light?
Are you cold? Of course you are. Your dying. In the very manner you’d planned for me.
Sirens are getting closer. As for you, you’ll cease to be
I wish not to see another sunrise.
I wish not to wake another day.
I don’t want to trudge to another class or
drive down another highway or
let my tone deaf voice breach my lips again.
I want to snuff out my flame.
It’s not that there’s no beauty in this world;
every morning, another bird flies for the first time.
Creation is forever constant
and laughter leaves the world ringing
day in
and day out.
I adore that.
I, Frankenstein’s monster,
of wickedness and of sin,
cast a shadow with every step I take.
Every breath I breathe pollutes the air,
crisp from the autumn days
but dead like fallen leaves once we cross paths.
I’m a blackbody that keeps on growing,
and my Hawking radiation burns all to ash and embers.
My self-implosion is a fate that’s fair and just;
the only Good choice is to collapse entirely.
You proud, Plato?
how do I extinguish my thirst for painting?
I wake up thinking of this hobby
and I go to sleep exhausted and happy from it
how do I quench my creative thirst?
I pick up a paint brush and swirl colors on canvas
why would I want to snuff out this passion?
Maybe because I am getting nothing else done?
This love is not something I can stub out or snuff.
To terminate my painting would be to terminate me.
It has become more than a hobby.
Less passion than obsession
But it feeds my essence.
There is no reason or way to stop
and so I paint
Dark Night Warrior
Imagine a world where darkness reigns supreme, and the sun itself coders behinds clouds of despair.
Within this realm, a lonely soul seeks solace in the arms of another, only to find his path blocked by a unseen adversary.
Yet amidst the gloom, glimmers of hope flicker like distant star. Can this lost soul find the strength to confront the demons that haunts him?
Through his travels he remind himself, must remember that true love, like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, cannot be extinguished by mere darkness alone.The flame that burns within us all may flicker and waver, but never truly dies. At times, we find ourselves confronted by seemingly insurmountable obstacles that threatens to snuff out our very light within.
I soar high above the mountains touching every elusive peak
carrying white fluffy clouds on my back, unhinged and free
The parched lands look up to me to quench their thirst and pray
I blow the moisture-laden clouds, I carry from place to place, their way
I never rest a moment for that would be catastrophic beyond reason
the same is true of my excessive agility as I cause storms of destruction
My power is immense to cause havoc when angry, which is often
But, I also touch the cheek of a child gently, and caress unseen
I go everywhere, I touch everything, nothing escapes me on the surface
I snuff out flames but I also fan fires, I'm the original 'Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde'
Many ancient religions and tribes worship me as a Diety of some stature
But I must admit I am disoriented by the Sun's heat, and Earth's rotation.
snuff out the candle please dear
and grace me with the sight
of your wondrous naked body
bathed with pure moon’s light
pose for me my darling
interesting shadows appear
change and move and alter
as you ever draw more near
now let me clasp you to me
to save you from night’s cold
pull you beneath these covers
for me to cherish and to hold
in form of two backed beast
you and me and we are taking
what the whole has to give
so tenderly caringly making
our precious act of love
i gaze at you beneath me
see your passions rise
then i am lost for ever
down deep in your eyes
climbing up to our crescendo
under these covers out of sight
then I’ll cuddle you my darling
through this long winter’s night
It is done!
Oh, snuff out the agony that roars like a torch inside me!
Pull the breath from me in one wrenching swill,
and hurl my hollow carcass to its doom!
My hands, push through the bark of this indifferent tree—
until it absorbs my arms, dissolves the craven cavity of my body.
Let my rattling bones stretch out as barren branches,
black and grasping, like angry fissures across heaven's reach.
My voice must be strangled, ripped from my ranting throat
and cast upon the callous wind.
Condemn my vile being,
and bar my way to redemption.
For I am eternally beyond the healing balm
of forgiveness.
The forces of self destruction wax in their strength.
Virus of creation that goes to every length
to snuff out the dancing lights coloring our soul,
making soft oblivion preferred to control.
From what wellspring comes this sour, blackened madness?
Foulest demon shrouded - sowing seeds of sadness?
Perhaps it is intrinsic to created things;
the sight of our limits may falter one who sings.
But behold the wonders within your pulsing hearts!
Dreams, love, curiosity, and other upstarts
who see the race of time and somehow still rejoice,
knowing that to be has e'er been the noble choice.
So cling to art, romance, and all may still be well -
Withstanding death's sneer in your neon citadel.
Written 24 April 2022
Ears ringing,
just let your heart race;
‘I want you’
Dancing words;
We can play in the shadows
snuff out all the lights.
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