Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light
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Staring at the light
I cannot see, staring in
The dark brings more light
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“The dark eagles, sleep and death,
Rustle all night around my head:
The golden statue of man
Is swallowed by the icy comber
Of eternity. On the frightening reef
The purple remains go to pieces,
And the dark voice mourns
Over the sea.
Sister in my wild despair
Look, a precarious skiff is sinking
Under the stars,
The face of night whose voice is fading.”
Georg Trakl.
Translated by Robert Bly; The Winged Energy of Delight.
I joined the crew
I found my tribe
I wear a patch
Over my I
Too much to do
And so little time
Shape these words
To make them shine
I’m a one in ten
Been gone too long
Presence of mind
Will keep me strong
The wounds I claim
Have shaped my life
I’ve found my soul
She’s now my wife
The sun and moon
And now the stars
Have carried my burden
And all my scars
I’ve cried these tears
They’ve set me free
This broken heart
Now yours to see
The darkness is there
For the light to see
Spirals and galaxies
Have awakened me
The universe is there
Within you and I
Listen to your soul
It will never lie
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A year of darkness
You keep me under your spell
But I’ll conquer death
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How we choose to carve each other up
Using words as blunt machetes
Hacking away at emotional limbs
Like mature trees obstructing electrical pylons
Whose roots dig deep into fertile ground
We replace authentic light with manufactured
Wrapping ourselves in passive aggressive guises
In the name of self-improvement
All the while spiritually bypassing our own wounds.
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I kissed you tonight,
The full moon blushed,
Pink as cherry blossom.
The sea swelled,
But the tide lamented.
Ebb and flow,
Give and take.
You look radiant tonight my love.
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Imprisoned flowers
Parched of light
Refuse to open
For the honeybee
Yearning to sip
Of the nectar
From under the
Cherry blossom tree
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The bleating of corpses passing by with
Dead words spoken from frost bitten lips
Linger in the air like vacant cobwebs
Their refrain silently torments
Dejection creeps stealthily, tiger-like
Through the moonlit bulrushes
As the lone cricket chirps scornfully
Amid the darkness of the night
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The dark night rises…
Love unfurls
like a stubborn petal
in the twilight of its existence…
only to be extinguished
by the harshness of light,
wishing for the liminality of life
to dissolve into its fullness of being
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