Defining Darkness

[soulfir3]

a shadow,
haunting memories
which linger
and the flickering of a candle
its long stemmed wick,
molten and curved
heat coursing along slicken wax,
running in rivers, downward
searing skin,
as it splashes -
muffled screams,
are left unheard..
hands unseen,
roam and touch
with nails grazing flesh,
brewing ruby blood outward
watching it fall,
in tear drop formation..
upon floors, dampened with
sweat,
tears,
ever invasive fear.
a shadow,
extinguished with burning wax
eyes can no longer -
alone in the darkness,
where demons still dance

[Sam]

Darkness to me
finds those who
just will not see
though the sun
shines brightly...
They roam the world
with their heads
deep in the sand
refusing to notice
the world
around them
continuing on
in brilliant,
though sometimes
blinding sunlight.
Alone in the crowds
forever suffocating
on the very air
they breath.
Mesmorized,
as though hypnotised
with the outstretched hand
before them,
they turn and run
not seeing,
or needing
anyone else.....
choosing to believe
through their own greed,
they prefer the darkness,
and perhaps they do....(?)

Sam

[dawness]

seering, both of you soul and sha.

[soulfir3]

there is a fear inside of me,
that if i close my eyes
the shadows which touch
my sides,
in my slumbering moments
will forever swallow me,
so consumed will i be,
by their presence and power
that i will forget who i am
unrecognisable in my own
mirrored reflection

[brandnewmessiah]

Not all darkness should be defied my dear. An embrace from the dark-hearted can still be comforting ;-) Amazing words as always Soul! ~ BNM

[anirbas]

~*Darkly excellent poeming, S'fir. Thought provoking poetical offering, Sammyantha...
Ya'll got more, ladies? [sound of a whip cracking...t-he] I think I feel an itch to write something inspired by the reading of both of you...Let's see...These days, I seem to be in a bit of a cypherical malaise mode...In other words, I feel like I'm slogging through an intellectual morass of molasses in my head...I can think...It just doesn't feel like I can think...ggglgggl...
Does that make sense? Or did I just go, nirleft field on you? hehehe...

~*~

Without darkness...
There would be nothing
to compare the lightness to...
Therefore, lightness wouldn't be lightness...
It would be there, twenty-four-seven...
Noon to Noon...Eleven to Eleven...
No gloriously silvered moon...
Just the evil glare of the eye searing sun...
Til the day we all turned to a crisp
and were pronounced done...
We wouldn't call lightness,
lightness without the darkness...
We'd call it hell...H-E-double L, hell...

Don't get me wrong,
lightness has it's place...
But, if we all laughed,
twenty-four-seven,
we'd sound
like a herd
of blithering
maniacs...

Course,
one can't cry
twenty-four-seven, either...
As that type of dither, bespeaks
of a major attack of p.m.s.,
at it's best worst...

Best to cry a bit...
Then laugh bit...
And sing each moment
in between or better yet,
bust out ginning and spinning
a poem about any and everything...
The darkness, the lightness
and every color, shade and hue,
betwixt and between the two...

~*~

okie dokie...dame pulling up lame, again...
same subject, different spin...though i'm no alchie,
and to be so, isn't a sin...i find this AA creedo
one of great comfort just when i want to start
breaking mirrors...mine and everyone else's, too...ggglgggl...

"Grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change...
Courage to change the things I can...
And the wisdom to know the difference..."

The words God, at the beginning, and amen at the end,
are optional in my case...ggglgggl...Apathetic indifferentist
that I am...LOL...Sabrina.

[soulfir3]

all these words
running in my head,
like a dagger, stuck deep
grief which runs red
I don't know you any more
or perhaps I never did

[tolteclogic]

within all things
there is a balance
night and day
dark and light
the moon turns
tides and cycles
rule the night
men and women
forever at odds
the dark moods
of creation
beyond the grasp
of man is only
for woman
to see
in tune
with the
changing
seasons
the moon
turns tides
of creation

[soulfir3]

thanks for the responses guys and girls.. thrilled to have you comments and offerings of your own amongst my work.

~ Soul

[soulfir3]

standing alone
in the cold darkness of my home
the bare floors are
even more of a reminder
that I am here,
lonesome
but not particuarly lonely
the ghosts are dancing
within the drapes
reaching out into the winds
and drawing back
into this shell of a home
weaving themselves around
my fingers,
throat
and soul
soft voices sing into my ear
and caress the
thoughts which have kept
me awake for
many moons
as the earth turns
light twinges across the furtheres
peak
a silent offering of hope
and as the dawn rises
ghosts disperse
taking with them
the light within my heart
which brought warmth
to this hearth