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Posts Tagged ‘darkness’

cycles

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 17 May 2010 at 2:20 pm

out the kitchen window
the late afternoon light
plays like a sax solo
against the building
across the way

cloud wisps
catch pink
as the sun hits
the horizon

the azure sky
goes darker
by degrees

evening comes
stealth and still
like a beautiful lover
passionate, intense

another night
lies ahead
awaiting the dawn

(D. James)

wanting more than the gods will allow

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 19 March 2010 at 1:14 pm

waiting
the night out

feeling
my way
in the dark

hoping
the morning
won’t come
this one time

keeping
the fantasy
of being with you
longer than just tonight
alive for one more hour

as light
lines
the horizon

I take
one last look
and like Eurydice
you vanish before my eyes

(D. James)

night falls

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 12 March 2010 at 2:31 pm

evening comes
in darker
and darker
hues of blue

end of day
pink clouds
bloom red

then fade
into darkness
as night falls
upon LA

black cloth
with pinholes
of light

the city,
a brighter
reflection
of above

(D. James)

blap

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 March 2010 at 8:59 pm

there are
all these words
and feelings
and messy things

spilled out
on the floor
like blood

seems there’s
no place
to put them all

can’t swallow them

try stuffing them
back into your gut

but they
no longer fit

feels like
you’ll die without
them

seems like
you’ll die with
them

where will you …
how will you …
what will you …
why would you …

go on?

(D. James)

tusnami soul

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 13 January 2010 at 5:55 pm

alone
in a room

darkness
of your soul

moment
of madness

you rage
and cry out

“what does
it all mean?”

like a wave
it crashes
over you

washes
everything
away

then subsides

you are left
standing
with nothing

and now
you can begin

(D. James)

a side of me

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 23 December 2009 at 3:50 pm

there is
a side
of me

I do not
like

a part
that feels
unheard

it rages
and I am
in its grip

lost to
madness

there is
a side
of me

I do not
like

and
I have
to live
with the
consequences

of my actions

cannot erase
what I’ve done

there is
a side
of me

I hate

and wish
never to see
again

(D. James)

where’d it go

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 7 January 2009 at 5:00 pm

Bourbon and cigarettes
late-night hookers
down dark alleys

What doesn’t kill me
costs more than
just money

Turning fantasy into reality
shaking with adrenaline
getting kicks from anticipation
feeling more powerful
than any man should

Someday
I’ll get off
this merry-go-round
but I can’t seem to find
“someday” on the calendar

Maybe it falls on
February 30th
two-thousand-and-never

(D. James)

at the end of the day

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 10 December 2008 at 10:37 am

darkness chill
and the forgetting

bring back
something sweet
or innocent
it doesn’t matter

as long as it comes
before the fall
to sleep

(D. James)

undecided

In art, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 15 October 2008 at 5:41 pm

I saw you standing
on the edge of a shadow

in the space where
sunlight and darkness meet
in the endless battle
of night and day

waiting
for something
in yourself
to appear

but the struggle
was too great
and you remain
undecided

(D. James)

dark mood of night

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 27 June 2008 at 8:14 am

Some nights
are darker
than others
not in moonlight
but in mood

The narrow stares
of strangers
too many loud
angry sounds

The usual
evening birds
are absent

My blood
goes up
as I wait
for a fight
that never comes

A lone cricket
chirps into the darkness
breaking the tension
reminding me
that life
is good

Even if
my mood
isn’t

(D. James)

falling asleep

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 June 2008 at 10:39 am

The world
disappears

Everything goes
black
and silent

This lasts
six or seven
hours

Then my eyes
open and the world
is remade
in an instant

(D. James)

bring a flashlight

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 8 May 2008 at 7:30 am

How far down
do you go
before you find
the bottom of your soul?

How deep is it,
how wide?

And why is there no light down here?

(D. James)