I awake beneath the midnight hour.
A barren scene, but I do not cower.
I stand alone, amongst the stars.
Bare I stand as I shed my scars.
The winter cold beneath my feet,
steadily, I await that final beat
Concluding breaths escape with ease.
A lasting thought as Death doth tease.
One last look to the stars above
Forever a portrait that I shall love.
When the stars begin to fade
I may just change my ways
Until that time doth come
I'll try and catch the sun
gazing upon the empty words
breathes life as once she read
words on a page of nothingness
found love there in its stead
to know his soul as he doth hers
love never accepts defeat
though distance mars the loving hearts
for never the twain shall meet
it is said that
a prophet finds no honor
in his own country
their hard truths
are heard as a
threatening to melt
the caked wax
blocking the closed
intolerant ears of
once found no
in his homeland
his people driven
from their land
gobbling the land
people from villages
and regions they
since the dawn
spilling Zulu blood
into roiling rivers
petitions of the
the blood of
against the innocent
by corralling them onto
where rivers do not
flow, grass never grows,
game cannot graze;
only the dust doth blow
riddling the captives
with torments of
mocking the speakers
of mother tongues with
the fained eloquence
of bastardized Afrikaans
the dominion of the
and affirmed by exiling
a people from their land,
outlawing their language,
dividing the nations into
a fallacy of separate
destinies where a forgetful
history blessed with amnesia
will anoint the conquerors
with the spoils of abundance
stolen from the vanquished
Madiba spoke of these things
and was awarded a prison
cell for twenty seven years
but the hostages of feigned
justice are always destined
to be freed by the arrival
of an accepted truth
set free by the very words
prisons cannot contain truth
steel bars cannot imprison
the idea of divine justice
it slips through the smallest openings
like a wafting fragrance of the first day of spring
it saws away at the rust strewn steel bars
like the surest movement of a master carpenter’s arm
it melts the thickest links of iron chains
in the fiery forges that burn in the hearts
of all freedom loving people
the truth of justice
is born and takes flight
on the wings of history
covering the globes
nesting in the most
and mean estates
on God’s good earth
truth and reconciliation
can never be separated
planted together to grow
healthy nations and
trust and restoration
Madiba, you always
found honor with
the salt of the earth
the children of light
who seek to dispel
the darkness of
we continue to
walk your way
guided by your
we take the first steps
asking liberators to join
with oppressors, pairing
in a magnanimous walk
along wholesome pathways
perceiving the buena vistas
of reconciled communities
of peace, equality
and justice for all citizens
I caught a fleeting glimpse of Madiba
as he rolled by in the Canyon of Heros
showered under a June blizzard of confetti
and a resounding acclimation of love.
I was a plebe inhabiting a lower floor
Broadway office, yet my station blessedly
brought me closer to Madiba. As he passed
I was moved by his miraculous smile and felt
the colossal reverberations of his waving arm
triumphantly hailing the sweet freedom of
liberation all hostages of feigned justice
exude in the vindication of divine justice
enraptured in the joy of affirmed truth.
we are enriched
and blessed for
the time you walked
the good fight
for we shall resume
the climb to
the next mountaintop.
Well done Madiba
Rolihlahla “Nelson” Mandela
7/18/18 - 12/5/13
Ladysmith Black Mombazo
Once more into the pews I snore
the vicar reads what he's prepared and doth sermonise on those who dared to sleep while he was spouting verbs.
If God has seen me, he'll know how keen I am to come to church and listen to a boring man,
I'd just as soon eat all my toes and this I'm sure God also knows,
into every life the sun must shine,it's Sunday so I should not whine but stay awake and take my medicine like a man.
Another plan and one more prayer,another layer to oxidise,to find the truth between the lies,here's hoping that my eyes stay open.
God,please bless the Pope,palmolive soap,Rogers rangers,total strangers and all who sail at sea and if you have some blessings left send some of them to me.
Beware ye evil the day the sun doth sees to shine, for Celestia comes in glory divine.
cloth in fiery burning raiment, full of wrath for evils payment,
eyes once kind now full of coal...death and sorrow and woe.
Her wings once soft and gentle, now lack all things sentimental.
better would it be for evil in that day to have it's own life ended
than to find out just how hot the sun can be when focused though the horn of a goddess offended.
Oh I am proud to be a dark Poet
for dark to us is midnight
dark for dark poets
and yes I number one
Don't think I have mercy
erm... ok I have some
I live in the shadows
and Neon is my name
I am dark and will always be
sisters dark for dark poets
hush children of the word
for I will come to tell you tales
Know in my heart she doth glows
her glory and her might
dark poets dark writes
we fearlessly fight
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Blood doth be thicker than water,
therefore family doth be more important than friends.
Maple syrup doth be thicker than blood!
Therefore pancakes doth be more important than thine family.
Mornings feel of crisp, cool air,
The Earth’s sighing, I do declare.
When luscious coffee meets with mouth,
I swear the fog clears right on south.
A blank table, wiped clean of grit,
From yesterday’s leftover shit.
And yesterday, I do declare,
Exists as much as fairy fare.
I wake up early ‘fore the start,
Of Helios’ grand depart.
And when he beams his raiment gold,
I’m out the door into the fold
Of Mother Forest’s embracing arms,
She does protect me from all harms.
Yet when ego starts to take a reign,
And creeps up on the mind’s terrain,
She doth remind me in the form
Of twisting ankles stumble storm.
A sense of wonder I do partake,
Through contemplation of our make.
Besought with wonderment and awe,
When buzzing insects in the raw
Try to creep into my ear
Dear God, oh why, always near there?
I do declare these bugs must die
I wave the flag and battle-cry.
Legs propelled now as fast they can,
When- feeling triumphant!- I hardly scan
The path that they my legs do take,
So that Mother then does give a shake
Of Earth such that off kilter I go
Into the soft landing pad of dirt, aigo!
Back home I’m clean and washed of sin,
(Until the butter does me in).
And so I go about the days.
Without my mornings I’m in a fray
I must declare, I do declare
Won’t you join this sprightly hare?
My rendition of Blake's "Tyger Tyger":
Tyger Tygre, burning bright,
Beast of darkness in the night;
Pure immortal skin and sight,
How to define thine fatal might...
Where in far lows or distant highs,
Scorched the burning in thine eyes?
Whereby oh how doth he aspire?
Who dare challenge the power of his fire!
And what shoulder and swift art,
Could trash the fibres of thy heart?
And when thy blood began to beat,
What deadly hand and frightened feet?
What new steel? And rusted chain,
In what hearth, thy rotting brain?
What the molten? And what hold,
Dare spark a soldier oh so bold,
When the Lights denounce their fears,
And drench the hallows with corrupt tears:
Did he grin his soul to see?
Did maker of the made make thee?
Tyger Tygre, burning bright,
In dark depths of deepest night:
What infinite curse or dye,
Dare fault thy monstrous symmetri?