there is no time now. . .the dark night shines clear

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wordancer
Senior Member

since 2000-07-30

Posts 809
VA

0 posted 2002-07-01 10:47 PM

sometimes, no matter how heavy my feet are
i cannot hold down the world.
it keeps pushing back up into my throat
with a bitter bile
the raw sewage of life
i need to vomit
out the words of dismay
of all the pain that wraps probing roots
of anguish around the world
so wracked by those that live to
breathe hate
taught from before
the womb
that their creed
race
power
voice
time
hand-of-truth
is the only one that can be
sowing seeds
through the generations
angrily stamped into deep
furrows carved across
the breast of the earth
spinning
out-of-control
in time

somedays, it is just an effort to remember
to breathe while
cringing back from
the knowledge of
inhaled poisonous fumes
of a world going mad
a slow drift
in the haze of emotions
tangled
to the brink of insanity
testing the waters of hell
how gleefully
we court
destruction
an eclipse of the sun
futile
it is all so futile
as the lemmings bang
on their drums
marching in circles
in overlapped spirals
off the deep end of knowledge
of truth
not spoken
unseen

somehow, in the brilliant light
within the eye of the hurricane
all I can see is the bare bones
of humanity
in foreign lands
that a mother holds in her hands
her emaciated dying child
not in our backyards
but city streets
panhandlers weep
our children die
of shooting guns
of peddling drugs
lies
from heads of state
our pride dies each day
towers falls
fear reigns
all pain
no gain
in confusion
we follow the illusion
of what is not there
forgotten knowledge that
no man is an island
no county is the world
thus and so
we struggled on
into the dark night
of civilization

IHOPoets, your Poetic Home

[This message has been edited by wordancer (07-01-2002 10:48 PM).]

Joyce Johnson

Member Rara Avis

since 2001-03-10

Posts 9912
Washington State

1 posted 2002-07-01 11:20 PM

Dear Wordancer. Our world is indeed full of sad and miserable conditions. Sometimes we are powerless except to do the best we can for our own corner and to join with others to help in the big picture. And in this country our votes count. You wrote an intense and thoughtful poem. Love Joyce

midnightblues
Senior Member

since 2000-07-01

Posts 1597
Singapore

2 posted 2002-07-02 11:43 AM

I must agree with Joyce...a very thoughtful piece

Michelle

If there cannot be equal in affection, then let the one with more be me - midnightblues™

pegasus111
Member Elite

since 2000-07-27

Posts 2219
ocala, fl, usa

3 posted 2002-07-03 08:12 AM

Dancer, you have captured the essence of man bent on his own destuction. Scary indeed, but a fact we cannot ignore. As usual, your words are fire that sear the soul. Well done my friend...

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, but I have promises to keep, and many miles to go before I sleep...Frost

coyote
Senior Member

since 2001-03-17

Posts 1077

4 posted 2002-07-04 06:46 PM

Nice work, Dances with Words.

One of my favorite prophetic themes. But know that you will be not widely accepted in your own country.

coyote

"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." - T.S. Eliot

2dalimit
Member Elite

since 2000-02-08

Posts 2228
Mississippi coast

5 posted 2002-07-05 09:08 AM

...we struggled on
into the dark night
of civilization

An intense powerful write which I throughly enjoyed. Yet, we must go on.

Melton

laryalee2
Member

since 2002-05-22

Posts 96
British Columbia, Canada

6 posted 2002-07-06 03:03 PM

Wordancer, this is awesome!
I'm enthralled by how you handle this topic...
you've described world conditions so starkly.
It packs quite a wallop!

Lary

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