Existential elation
The night’s revelation
Soul’s sweetest evocation
Mind longs to improvise
To sleep, yet rise
Above the lies
Until we admit
The body is unfit—
Do not think to hear it
To bear the broken madness
Never fail to aggress
This fairest stress
To break the blind
That stalks the mind
May yet free mankind.
* For the first Monday Poetry Potluck!
Sweet escape
The mind’s surrender
Serenade of oblivion—
I close my eyes
And it goes, goes
The world
Absence of thought
In the darkness of being
Silence
All reconsiderations
This mind is empty now—
And the stars may shine beyond
But this twisted moon is in eclipse
And I am sinking
Down into the blackest hole
Of existence—
You see me, but I
No I do not see you,
I think no more
Therefore
I am
Not.
A significantly darker piece than what most of my recent work has been, just in time for the first One Shot Poetry Wednesday. Once you’ve had a look, check out One Shot Poetry, too–a bunch of great poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Restless nightmares break,
From wretched slumber do I wake
To a world of endless night—
Thunderous choirs make me crouch in fright.
High above us wraiths now soar,
Men clasp their ears to deafen their roar.
Over hills and shattered streets,
The bands come marching to woeful beats.
A hundred thousand voices cry,
Then all the singers die.
If I brave nightmares
The dark will tear asunder—
Silence breaks with dawn.
The Waking Den 