Dark poems from the dark corners and corners. Those dark places that have no names or addresses in my psyche.
Stagnant ghosts upon the road
Above the road
Marching
White
With the footfall sound of
Nothing
Void
Overtaking the mind
With their careless nothingness
*
Headlights stream over them
Through them
Stagnant they remain
The car to them does not exist
The car hits
Folds through with nothing
They are of another world.
The sins of my father
burden me.
Lie heavy on my shoulders
and I blame him for it.
*
Part of him haunts me.
A ghost of his
flows in my veins
and I despise it.
*
That is why
I’m so surprised
when I’m loved.
I feel unworthy of it.
Hold on to it
and cherish it.
I need all the love
I can get.
*
The sins of my mother
weigh me down.
Sag my heart
and make me crawl.
She never could understand.
The life she gave
would turn from her
leave her and live.
*
That is why I love
with all my being.
a separate being.
For if they love me and suffer for it.
I too will suffer anything for them.
*
I turn my back
on the sins of my parents.
I refuse to alow them to destroy me
but still they haunt me and taunt me.
Whispering doubts of dying ghosts –
“Your love will be like your parents'”
I see her above me
and I am a moth
I’m drawn to her like a moth to a candle
Her brightness allures me in my dark world
I circle her to look again
Now I feel her warmth warming me to the heart
I fly closer
Circle her once again
She’s so beautiful
so warm and infinately deep
*
I break the circle
Fly to her
Want to be with her
but she singes my soft powdery wings
My fleshy body is burnt
is burning, boiling to the core
to the heart
My eyes melt and ooze from their sockets
As they do, I catch a glimpse of her
behind me as I fall
Then it’s black
Black and hot
I thud to the ground
My corpse crashing
Crunching like a plane of war
Hot and twisted
I die.
My fate is sealed
I will die
Run me through
the evil eye
My God is gone
I tell no lie
I challenge destiny
no sleeping dogs will lie
My fate is sealed
I will die
*
I hurt
therefore I am
Coincidence kills
coincidence I damn
Life forced upon me
the battering ram
The lion regretfully ate
the gentle lamb
I hurt
therefore I am
*
The good in others
I seldom see
In him God
it cannot be
Masks of truth
the mortal me
Human animals
hate and glee
The good in others
I seldom see
*
Its my fault
I know
When love comes
when I have to go
So much harvest
so little to sow
The Lord takes his taxes
and leaves me low
Its my fault
I know
*
I ran to you my darling
I run to you my child
I run from lion and lamb
I run to stay wild
Like the horses on the plains
horses that God styled
Horses made of mud and clay
horses made for Christ child
*
Something went dirty
Something went wrong
Deep betrayal
man’s twisted throng
Man’s mind killed God
it didn’t take long
The created white noise
rang the creators funeral gong.
I’m tired of dreaming.
Stars twinkle in the pool.
All my dreams run dry.
I’m the local neighbourhood fool.
I had my good times
in winter evenings cool shade.
Now all I have are memories…
even they’ve begun to fade.
*
If only so much was different.
I watched the children play.
Some things would’ve worked.
So much would’ve been okay.
It’s easy to build towers
from the clouds in my mind.
But a single word
can destroy them I find.
So I’m tired of dreaming
in the softness of day.
All my dreams run dry
none are here to stay.
It’s a different world behind those buildings, in the narrow private alleys with their human aroma.
The empty buildings and alleys both haunted with articles and subjects.
Things left behind.
Lives abandoned.
Moments and possessions forgotten.
*
This place is haunted.
Because bad things happened here.
Because of freakish events.
Smoldering desires and unfinished business.
It’s haunted because things happened here.
Lives were changed in this alley because they were forced to be.
*
The young girls hair, sheared off and still in a pony tail.
Did she cut it off for disguise?
Was it cut for her?
By the severing of her hair, so to was her past severed from her.
Her ghost floats past, free and laughing.
A miserable life traded for something less harsh.
The things she was forced to do…
Now she gets things for it.
How cool it feels! How free!
The leash of hair cut off.
*
And above the stairs in the doorway.
A fearful, sad and scared ghost.
Was he a guard?
A homeless person with luck enough to find a whole empty building for shelter?
He was assaulted.
His jacket fell to the floor.
He was struck again.
He lost a shoe.
His ghost peeps out from the dark shadows.
White of his eye.
Sneaky movement of a blurred silhouette.
His perfectly good jacket rests in the weather.
His perfectly good shoe rests.
No more miles to cover.
Peaceful and purposeless.
Do only I see the ghosts?
Do I like seeing the ghosts?
Maybe someone needs to see what others can’t.
Without me they wouldn’t exist.
Wouldn’t be honored.
Wouldn’t be remembered.
The horrid forewind wails
as it ruffles trees and rattles windows.
Slamming doors in the house.
Black clouds tumble over the sky
as the sigh of the wind and trees increases.
White power slices across the sky as war arises.
Soft rain trickles and drips lightly
then crashes hard and heavy.
White flashes
more silver power.
Gods are at war in the evil veil of cloud.
Thunder sounds as their power streaks down
to mortal man as cracks in the wall
between our two worlds.
The clamour and hiss of their great horses
as they charge along their world’s surface
in the sky.
Then the Gods take their clouds and deeds elsewhere
so as not to harm the innocent mortals below.
Darkness large
Shadows fall
He visits
Standing tall
I cringe
Skin crawl
Darkness large
Shadows fall
*
He kissed my mind
with image clear
The one I lust
my sweetheart dear
“You can take her
Now, here.”
He kissed my mind
with image clear
*
I love her
yet I lust
I want her flesh
yet I must
Keep my soul
keep her trust
*
I challenge my dark, mystic guest
“I see your suit –
now show me the rest.”
He pauses.
“I am Prince of Fire –
to see me? You must jest!”
I pressed my cause.
He lifted the hood
with beauteous grace
and within
lay my own face.
Receding hairline
Receding gums.
Receding lifeline.
Deadline.
Quivering tongue
Reared up, hooded anger
Symbol of power, fear and sin
Horror!