"darklight" poems
there's a strange and beautiful light in the building this morning
as i walk down the hall lined with empty offices all dark
on my merry way to my morning coffee
it's dark and storming outside
sweet Summer rain
heavy dark, almost night
and that odd, grey-cast half-light
that is not quite shadow but neither true illumination
filters in through the tinted office windows
into the hall
into my eyes
blending on the way with the white bright from buzzing fluorescents
that draw a dotted line down the halls' ceilings
so that the colors from within and the colors from without
merge
to form a singularly beautiful light that glows in the air
only on days like this
dark rain
morning sky
fluorescent light
off-white walls
and i'm suddenly lost in that ethereal glow
drawn back in time to a memory i had forgotten when i was still young
of the time when i had first learned to love this light
though i didn't know it then
and couldn't have put it to words even so
i was still only learning how to read
and the school day still included a time specifically for "napping"
but i knew that rainy days were different, somehow special
and not only because we would have recess in the gym
but because everything about this strange new world that i was shuttled off to every morning
Looked Different
on these dark rainy days
everything glowed in a strange way
and it wasn't like that when the sun was shining bright through the windows
and most days were sunny
it was only sometimes, only in the once-in-a-while
that the sun would hide behind the darkness
and the wet would come pouring down on us
and the class-room would glow
and i would feel the strangeness of that rare and special light inside of me
my tummy would roll and quiver all day in anticipation of
nothing in particular
my young body would vibrate to match the frequency of the fluorescence humming above me
overwhelmed with exuberant expectation
i couldn't have described it, couldn't have said what it was
i was still only learning to speak
but i knew something was different in my world
i knew it was rare
i knew that it did something to me
i knew that i liked it
and i came to realize that is what the word "beauty" meant
and that is where "love" came from
and though i didn't know it then
couldn't have known it then
now i realize
i've chased that strange and beautiful light
every day since
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
Hot on the tail of that wily, elusive beast
named ‘inspiration’, I travelled north.
North, where colours mute
and transformative shadow
bends in darklight,
revealing the world as it really is,
as it once was.
Hundreds of years pass,
rolling back time, boiling clouds
rushing over peaks in reverse,
a tiny tornado ***** in on itself,
and hundreds become thousands.
Rain blackens the babies of volcanoes,
engorges forces with greater purpose
and cleanses every shred of vision
from my grasping, desperate mind.
Thousands become millions
And I am stripped of incentive to try.
There is no ruination, here.
No furious nor frantic need
to imagine past lives
in this manicured, managed place.
High-vis’d toilers scuttle on mountainsides
carefully placing and re-placing rocks,
funnelling feet and discovery
on a prescribed and sensible path.
Only the rain
wreathing a secretive misted ribbon,
creeping in glacial cut-throughs,
is possessed of fanciful virtue.
Nothing shatters but the slate
and the landscape does not turn inward
to eat itself
in gnawing, atavistic need.
It says more about me,
than it does of the Lake District
that I would wrench out and offer
my super-heated heart
to see the mountains fall.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
ten n' two past three,
my mind slips from it's
domesticated fetters,
flys free into the star stitched night..
wandering, effortlessly
to climes of restless insanity
and step-stoning away from
garnered life.....
....it finds the scurrying creatures,
hovel featured and scrawny
eyes ......beggars @ the feast.
tired of the hide-away life...
wanting just a moment's grace.... a smidge of light...
pickpockets of slumber's ease.
abram, palliard, mendicant.
all asking for alms to ease their plight...
all.... wanting succour in the dead of night.
.....yet, at this time,as the darklight,
thinks and hopes desperately for dawn...
....i find my mind poor.. ....careworn and a cupboard bare and paltry...
...so again my night's thoughts . ..wend their way home hungry and sad....
black and grey wraiths,
of thoughts...... i never really had....
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
dark is not faster than light
it is everywhere always
yet
the dark is negated by light
always forever everywhere
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 6:18 PM UTC
Come with me,
please.
Come.
Into the night,
let it wrap us up.
It will smother us in kisses,
tells us all the wonderful, lies of love, life, and happiness.
Be trapped with me,
please.
Let us embrace the dark,
the right natural world, and live.
Shed you mortal chains,
and come into the illuminating dark.
please.
Escape with me,
please.
Into the far reaches of the shadows,
discover with me, lost vitality, love, and life.
Forsake the light for the dark,
let the judgments and shame be forsaken.
Receive with me,
please.
The kisses of darkness,
the illumination of all that is natural and right in the night.
Realize all that the light has rejected.
breathe the free air of the darkness.
Kiss and embrace new life,
reborn free of shame, regret, and worry.
Share with me,
please.
the immortal dark light.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
I have a nexus
inside my mouth
but the problem is
how not to
further bind you
in paralyzing webs
it's gonna be whoa
it's gonna be more
than you think
possible
I'd prefer to
connect our dots
in open-heart throes
therapy sesh dosed
on a day
when we're ready
to say hello, let go
and scatter brimstone
fall up into roots
climb trees into pink
2,000 feet tall (at least)
opened fists laced
eyes blown by aerials
of this darklight karmic
forest we've grown
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:04 PM UTC
dark moves me so
makes me feel fear
dark removes my mind
to a place where i am not sure
it wonders even more
what will be
i can not be sure.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
every day despite my future i change because nothing now has held me to anything i could see through for long enough i watch from a distance from the trees through a spirit that believes me and i wonder how i ever fell in darklight so far from your existance when you are the exact image dead and breathing reflecting behind skin and bones i never believed i could live againnbut im living pressed against the dead lips of armegeddon
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
all i see is bright
give me back that darklight.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 12:10 PM UTC
In my deepest depths, places darker than words worth describing
You lit a torch to find your way out, your eacape from a hell you envsioned
Before you there was no light, never a dream or glimmer of anything but dark abyss
After you disappeared the memory of your torchlight stirred new demons
Mixtures of envy and pain swirled amongst fleeting thoughts of joy and elation
Empty and hollow pains began to mix with the fleeting warmth you so hastily left
A light began to shine in your absence, darker now, more dead than ever alive
Glowing if anything as an affront to the joy it might have once been in life
Each shadow it cast a grim and sickly replaying of memories it couldn't understand
It grows in me daily, this darklight not quite dead and cold, but never warm and loving
This sick abomination of a heart that could have been is your legacy inside me
Every day it cries out in constant torment, everday I feed it lies.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
I hear a scream in the darkness,
no time for indecision,
running towards the blackness,
danger out of my field of vision.
No doubting my mind now,
I feel ready to face it.
Hesitation filling a hellish vow.
Courage awakens in this pit.
Crimson rivers to the oceans.
I find in this balance,
a polished edge now.
When hopes of new beginnings,
burn at our bare feet,
perpetually searching,
for what we surely need..
The last chain for a freeman.
A symphony without rhythm.
A heart fit for a demon.
Oasis lost in the dry lands.
The lost art of resistance.
A hand stretched out in the sunlight
A darklight sea in the distance.
A kingless pawn as our last knight.
One last ace in a losing hand.
A heartbeat for a dead man.
A firefly in a dark land.
Happiness within a lifespan.
But when the world overwhelms
with all its grief and greed..
need to find a place to refresh..
soul, heart, mind and flesh.
A path through an empty mountain.
Making will a powerful fountain.
Reminders of a shared past.
Inverters of a new life
Creating rivers in our desert!
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC