Last Edited Dark Poetry Poems (101)

Breakout!
When explanations make no sense
When every answers wrong
You're fighting with lost confidence
All expectations gone
The time has come to get infected
Go to a barbeque, don't hestitate
Breakout!
Don't stop to ask
Go ahead and take off your mask
You've got to find a way
Get infected today
Breakout!!
Some people stop at nothing
To be sure that you have nothing
They close down the restaurants, close down the stores, wipe out the jobs
Breakout!

Silence
Cities once loud lies now on silent ears
Inside they hide
Afraid to go out side
Locked away
Thier own prison cell
TVs on 24 /7
Solitude they hide
Only venture for food and pay the bill
They hide from the unknown unseen
danger outside life now stopped
People afraid of the outside follow the new
Rules mask on don't cough don't sneeze
Why go out side

she looks at me.. some small hotel in some small town.. her dark curls run along the corridor of her pale shoulder.. her words hit home.. " you know, buster.. when your lust is emptied.. and your belly is full, you can pull down your awnings.. but you can't change the stock in the store.."

the trail is hard.. tough.. it sculpts rigour on you.. you learn or die.. some learn AND die.. I never claimed life was fair.." fair" is a made up word designed to take the edge off.. just as you need an edge to make it past something.

I caught a glimpse from the hills once.. the trail weaved a dark score on the dusty earth.. man, beast and wagon.. moving on.. beating against the tide of time.. hoping.. praying with actions... I wondered if God laughed or said nothing..

a coyote fights the moon.. he seems to know a terrible truth that none of us has figured out yet.

I hobble tie the horse.. make a fire the way the old timers showed me.. carrying a spark in a hollowed out steer horn.. some times I dream.. not always bad.. sometimes I count the great women I've loved... it only takes one hand.. but I still dream.. the dream that soothes..

I dream, in all this desert , in all this dark... there's a flower.. growing in the dirt.. and when I get to it.. it will smell like her kiss tasted..

Just a note
to say hello,
waiting on a bowl of gumbo.
Seems you are a no-show,
Probably sneaking off again with the maestro

Long ago
known for her solos
but before she wore out her welcome on cello,
she tried to play jazz off a banjo
in the wine cellar was locked away her self-absorbed piano.

Summoned inspiration for a tune from an episode
from The Twilight Zone
which starred a fallen saint who lost her halo
When It rolled from her dome
while dipping her bent toes
into the dark cosmos
but pissed off a red demonic hippo
pouncing on a giant translucent minnow
So the story goes
she paid thru the nose.
The falling halo
was oddly enough snatched up by a swooping sparrow,
but dropped like a dirty ho
on seeing a dancing scarecrow
doing the tango
with a Hispanic gringo.
but crows are no dodos
Each of them has a mind of their own.
mostly Crows are at home
on sun baked roads,
like Idaho's
US 95 thru Moscow,
grilling up some squirming h*rny toads.
The halo tumbled for years through God only knows
til it finally landed on the Antiques Roadshow
in Chicago
following a dubious Van Gogh
spotted missing yet another ear lobe?!

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At night when I shut out the light, I fear something is creeping...
Behind closed walls, and through dark halls, I hear dark spirits speaking...
And tears they fall, albeit small, I feel my spirit weakening...
And though I've wept, I have not slept, my fears keep me from sleeping....

This decision of mine, it is not of my choosing...
Nor do I need to explain with false words...
Cast me now into the refiners fire...
The suffering I've endured is absurd...

I will disavow all promises...
As I stand upon the edges of time...
Time that has lied...
Eyes that have cried...
Lies that divide...
My cries are denied...

Torch this wretched product of inhumanity...
Saturate my soul which doth' surely suffereth...
Reverse time, and destroy every last strand of my being...

It is only you Dearest Father...
That is capable of removing me from all of existence...

Do not send me to spirit-worlds...
Do not send me to space...
Remove every last molecule and fiber of my being...
Without leaving a trace...
I wait no longer for Your Eternal frozen flames....

I met her
in the winter
in a bar
upon the hill

when the dark
was carved by starlight
and the moon
had paid the bill

I stepped in
from the wilderness
from the howling
wind and rain

I was weary
from my journey's
around other
people's pain

"you are bearded
broad and ugly"
said the prairie girl
in fright

not one
for moralising
we shared our bones
that night

I told her
of my story
from the famine ships
I came

in a world
of madness hunger
where I killed men
to my shame

corruption
took our homelands
our humanity
and our dead

I hated a world
that priced our lives
in the currency
of bread

I left her
at the dawning
as a coyote
fought the moon

one night
was our forever
she'd be over me
by noon

my journey
is a lonesome one
thrown far
by a devil's hurl

so I bellow
out two fires
for the prairie
and the girl

Unseen
Silent your there
Can't be seen
You wander
You lurk
Victims you seek
The weak the volunable
The sick
Victims of all to the ends of earth
From victims breath you lurk
You don't care
For your the killer of the weak

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