There are things that we know that we never speak aloud, like secrets, but secrets have words, and words can be spoken. Not feelings, because feelings can be unknown, formless and vagrant, and even when they are powerful, they are not knowledge. No, there are things we know about ourselves, about others, about … Continue reading Unspoken Knowledge
Tag: darkness
True Black
I flicked off the light and blew out the candles, because I can only write to you from the dark. Sunlight's too bright and stark filament fires burn away the meaning. Even these new compact LED's just wash out white, evaporating the words that sit in shadows. I play in shades of grey … Continue reading True Black
We Live The Night Life
Let there forever be wonder in the night. Let us never cower from the dread of dark hands that clutch our hearts and minds and draw our bravery from us; for even in our terror we are intrepid. We have inhabited the dark, the void of space, the immensity of Earth's deepest places. We … Continue reading We Live The Night Life
Lovers of Desolation
Lovers of desolation, in our hearts we yearn for obliteration. In our most lucid, hidden fantasies, we dance and fuck in cities razed by fire. In fields that once filled the mouths of nations, we couple in the dust, on dry, cracked earth. Quietly we await the apocalypse that will ravage all life, unmake the … Continue reading Lovers of Desolation
The Nothing
Seeming to drag on, but it don't stop. No influence one way or another. Anxiety and ambition smothered, all the way from the top. In these uncertain moments, these dark and deadly days, any movement could be disaster; this is when doing nothing pays. No need to worry, or even feel sorry. The Nothing's so … Continue reading The Nothing
Bring it Back
These are the darkest hours, painful moments that drag on forever. The unused gift becomes the user's curse. The saddest smile on Earth. But it is addictive, this sweet negative. As the night wears on, thoughts border on suicide, all the time is mine on my side. Regretting nothing and everything, past/present/future - tortures my … Continue reading Bring it Back
A.M. Downside
A.M. Downside Morning for the downside starts in the afternoon and I'm still sitting here; eyes at half mast. Those who pursue this way of life know what it is I say, ever driving, dead inspired, in the past. Wired into existence a quiet fool's dignity. Life lived on a razor blade, on the … Continue reading A.M. Downside
The Dark
Every night I lit a candle, warding off the dark. I wondered what was going on, in the blackness standing stark. One night I let the candle die and the dark encompassed all; I was greeted by the Lord of Night he was fearsome, dark and tall. I asked him a question, of what was … Continue reading The Dark