Before Darkness (Hour Three)
Before Darkness came
And grabbed me by the throat
And squeezed…
Oh, you were my Light.
Sun and moon,
Dancing flame…
Before Darkness swallowed the world.
3 – Before Darkness
A lifetime of thoughts happens
In the minutes, sometimes hours
Before I close my eyes
The worlds that never were,
But might be – if I write them down
The morning after, or even now
If I reach for the notebook by the bed
The things I never said,
And never will, the responses
To things both happened and wished,
Or dreaded, but always imagined.
The scripts we prepare for,
That never play out
But the wildest of thoughts
The best of ideas
Will never be written,
Will not be remembered
As they pass in those final moments
Just before drifting away
Before the blackout of sleep
Hour 1 The End
The End is yet to come
The end will be second to none
The end is still not yet
The End of my internet woes
I wonder when will it end
Never yet now or then
I wonder when.
copyright 2016 Roxann A Harvey
Existence
From nothing
no form no existence
A thought a particle dust
Electric resistance
Magnetic events
Cosmetic defects
Electromagnetic reasons
My form is being.
Time is unending
Space is not bending
What is the MATTER
That thought u brought about
That what is- is
Or isn’t yet to be
To breathe
To see
Hear or feel
Think or thought
It’s all forgot
But that is not in existence
It is and it is for instance
U and I
It and that
Us and we
Together forever
More and more
However u bore my sons
They are here by ur Suns
Orbit in rhythmic blues
Repetitious continuous
permission ungiven accidentally livin
From secret time to secret life
And secret minds will soon collide
Explosive mitosis
Now it’s neurosis
My only psychosis
It’s orbit of course is too small for exponents
The fire the flame
Supernova’s my fame.
by Khalifah Luciano
Before Darkness
I didn’t ask for this!
Mind battling with conflicting interpretations of my post recent situation causing me to lose my syncopation with life.
I thought I was born to be a wife.
Before the darkness came there was nothing but light. Clarity seeing. Forward thinking. Peaceful dreaming. Serenity drinking. Before darkness.
Now, I can’t see past the lies. All things are blurry before my eyes. And all I want is what once was again.
Then I think to embrace the darkness because after it, light comes again.
CLASSROOM
Careless heads drooping down all tensed
Letting out a sigh so loud it hurts
Aeroplanes getting ready to roam around
Sweets and notes being passed ‘under’ground
Singing so low in tunes all so vibrant
Ready to sneak out when teachers turn around
Only to be caught midway , contempt abouts
Overt and covert , weird faces made
Memories to remember , even when these days fade.
A Moment Amplified
An echo of a moment amplified
remains for the rest of time
a moment
a thought
aren’t these enough?
Mere living, one thought
yes, mere living
and that is enough
to leave an imprint,
a ripple out.
Before Darkness
Gone before dawn
It slinks away
Digging itself into the recesses
of earth, and self
Retreating, able to strike again
Anxiety reigns, in daylight hours
As its prey, seeking my escape
Before Darkness
Breaks
Poem 3 – Before Darkness
Before the daylight ends,
I will shed light and spread love on the hurt
That shattered your imagination,
Smashed your inspiration today.
But I can’t give light or love
Unless you I spread my heart in those shallow places you forbid my presence.
Without your permission, there’s
No path that allows me to enter.
Before you vanish into dark places
And hid the best in you,
I desire to pull you so close
You’d never want to leave.
But you won’t let me!
I loved you,
You only liked me.
Yet I am the love and light
That suffers from your poor choices
Before darkness.
Strangers on the highway
The highway is gray and humming below
And the world is passing my window.
A world I don’t know, but exists all the same
People I don’t know by face or name
They don’t notice me, or they don’t let it show.
I’ll never learn who they are, this much is so.
I’m not above nor under the people I pass
Not in the physical or even in class
We are all the same on the highway called life.
It’s my prayer that the stranger’s path is free from strife.
And the road stays clear
Free of danger or fear.