#stark
oak bark skin(in progress)
to keep cold at bay
a microscopic jungle
biological warfare
dyed in the wool
committed solitude
creatures delight
a fullness of life.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
The place was like a very deep dark hole
where there was no light
and it seemed that in every direction
I tried to go only ended up
being deeper and further down
in a space where no walls existed
because they would need
a supporting foundation
but here in infinite darkness
there was no enclosure
in what seemed to be
a surreal dreamscape
within my mind
or wherever then
I might have been
into which I just kept
falling further down
or so it evidently seemed
as I tried to gather
some fortitude to pray
with whatever means or
urgency I could summon
to the God of my soul
for Him to save me
from this bottomless pit
and dark nothingness
in which I was falling
like stepping off a cliff
on a high mountain
to some valley below
that you couldn't see
or what could've been
the edge of the world
and it was difficult
to hold onto my breath
and soul that were
being left behind;
a strong unmistakable
feeling and sensation
coming from inside
like I was being
wrenched out of
my physical body....
then suddenly I awoke
with my heart pounding
very loudly which I
could hear and feel
within the cavity of my chest
between gasps of breath
and those tears that were
rolling down my cheeks
as I realized that
I had been saved
from the depths of
that stark oblivion
and utter blackness
for my prayers
had been answered
and I just laid there
in my bed exhausted
while being thankful
with thoughts of gratitude
that I could see where I was
and that I was still alive
in one piece with the
light coming through
my bedroom window
from a new day's sun.
_____________
© 2021 George Krokos
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:35 PM UTC
Where is the break in our dark,
Where is illumination?
Vis-à-vis, a rational light.
For the contrast is stark
Between those who laze
And those who fight
Real values, and genuine ideals
Beliefs, not steeped, in a false virtue
And causes and movements, the same.
Do they still remain?
In the classes, in the fields,
At home? Never feeling near.
Where is the change?
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
Right, left, at ease soldier
Home is far you reside in fear now
You harvest the blood of your brothers
To a lost cause, on a mere madman
At ease soldier, At ease
The lunatics is the air, it's just not you
The paper holds your credentials and a column
For if your head explodes, rearranged till your sane
At ease soldier,
It's a cloud burst, don't panic
I see you on the red spot of Jupiter
Now hide till September
Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 8:21 AM UTC
Stark, definition. ..gut, gross, hart, stabil
Stark world, stark value
Driven by obsessive digital noise
Driven by the need to control the narrative
Dark, definition..with little or no light
Dark world, darker world
Driven by people with dark voices
Driven by the need to bleed
Bark, definition ...loud noise that a dog and some other animals make
Bark world, full of 'other' animals
Driven by the need to be heard
Driven by the need to be part of the pack
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
i saw an odd ball of light the other day
and thought it must've been an airliner,
but it was a god's ocular
sizing me up
so when it crossed my mind
i took hold of it,
"let him look"
up, at the black overhead
grimacing at me
i shouted
"well, old man? what's the verdict?"
and all the stars shone down
in the tiny cracks, that they cut through the sky
i swear i heard
**** off"
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
Stark trees on the hill line
intertwine with the sky
Their branches be parted
bent by the wind
Sourced from a height
Droplets dance
Ripples spit
Wet doesn't quit
No gold in sight
at ten degrees
Given what is seen
only green grey and white
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
It was the day several years ago. Sunny as it is today.
It was you sitting at the desk,
outlining the halo deflected from the words.
Tranquilness fell next to your feet
had the sound of a tropical ocean when you stepped on it.
It was the day several years ago. Rainy as it was yesterday.
It was you dashing out of the awning,
pounding the haze to the beat of the laughters.
Drops spilled on the cup rim
had the color of a stayed-up night when you looked at it.
It was the hill flamed with red flowers. Blossoming as it will be tomorrow.
It was you lighting a cigarette,
standing in the pure white clouds.
Particles colliding with one other. Ruptures being exposed.
I stood in the shadow underneath the gorge,
watching time flowing by with sparkles floating on the breeze.
You were up there smiling at me,
unaware that it was even darker
when you spreading the petals on the stream.
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
A city of strange sights
Something sinister is hiding beyond the lights
Your comfortable ignorance blinds you from the war
I wonder if the fight is worth it anymore
The calm babble of a fountain near
Contrasts the cries for help barely reaching my ear
The place where our humanity is lost
And we leave one another to rot
I used to think myself a giving person
But I have since learned my lesson
I ask a man with a bourgeoisie air
For change to help pay my train fare
His face tightens when he looks at me
"Sorry,
I spent it all on overpriced coffee,"
And for another night I'm stuck here
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
Lively and Jumping
A vibrance felt
Spinning
in a Bright display
of Human Beauty
Its lights beckoning
One step forward;
Dead Darkness
Isolating me
From them
The second life lived
in the small Room
Haunting Ballads
Drag me closer
Insidious, blighted
It is forever
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
SUBURBAN CACOPHONY
is a mother yelling over the sound of the dishwasher
hanging grapes that dry against the yolk-orange wall
the local boy with mud under his nails
and the girl that smells like new york city
loud sunlight upon the hush still river
brown rust eating up white paint
father's office suit in the back of his dusty Jeep
screeching tires that tear past red-light lines
blood red sprinkles on the roadside's white daisies
birthday cake swallowed in tears
don't let these worlds collide,
they say -
for it only brings chaos
suburban cacophony hurts your ears
with a truth ugly to the eyes
leaves an imprint
like a sharp pendant pressed to the chest
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
Pained expression on your face
Grimacing as you return your gaze to meet mine
It physically hurts for you to talk to me
A stark reminder
Of what you’ve lost
Everything is open
Like a gaping wound
All the cards have been revealed
And you let the grief engulf you
Falling backwards into the crushing sea
Waves cascading
Salty--for the tears that you have shed
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
2006
A stark lesson.
(Beware not to give it all away. )
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A stark lesson I now relate.
If you put all into life and fail to withdraw
Your happy philanthropic nature giving more.
Men will arrive and take n never show remorse
Your coffers soon exhausted standing empty
Stripped by those you helped when you had
PLENTY.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
To write for you...
I’d have to dive into an emotional well
and drown only to be revived
by the subtle tendrils of the words
you once swore.
Nuances of the song we used to sing - caressing my limbs, cradling my neck
and whispering...
Retracing their mark.
Reigniting the flickerless...
Steadfast flame that burned ever before.
As if hoisted by ethereal wings,
I’d be reborn with the ink...
This ink - black and stark.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
ravaged stark grey sky,
cloud towers are razed, gone;
coward rain slips down!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
starkly honest sky,
sans any patch of dark cloud;
sun sits in judgement!
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
Breathtakingly stark
icy pools in somber eyes
distant, secluded
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
They hailed Robb of Houses Stark and Tully as the King in the North,
he marched to **** his father's killers
he marched to save his sisters
The Young Wolf,they called him
he'd never lost a battle
his howls echoed all over the North
aye,her son fought valiantly
but he lost
a sword pierced through his heart,
her name on his lips
'Mother.'
his first and last words
she screamed in agony
they took her husband's head,
her daughters' innocence,
her sons' hearts.
they made her watch the executioner take her son's head
they made her watch her daughter-in-law beg for help as the men took turns ****** her
when the lion's banners were hanged
and the wolves killed
they pulled her hair,
slit her throat,
threw her naked in the river
and no one forgot,
the Starks of Winterfell.
The North Remembers
The North Remembers
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
If your heart is cold
and your head is empty
what else is there to love
Except your measly complexion?
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Red
The only colour
In this sea of grey
Red
Your red lips
Are stark against your pale skin
Red
The only colour
In this sea of grey suits
Oh London,
You dark, stark city,
Filled with wondrous prospects
For people made of red.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
There're much
More
Less
Interesting
Things
Occurring
In here
Than
The tumult
Outside
These
Windows,
But
It's ok:
I've learned
How
To make
Tears
Crystalline
And how
To bleed
With the setting sun
So stealthy
Nobody
Notices.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
I am in love with the white walls of potential
white walls, white walls
I am in love with the sky and all the little doves
white, like the white walls
stark but never gray
I am in love with things I'll never be
the white vision of rage
before it is stained red
always searching for the walls
but only the white ones, never just gray
I am in love with the clouds
but not just the sky, never just the sky.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC