Dark poetry appeals to me in certain ways; it might be that every one of us has a dark side. In moments of despair, everything around can mutate to a nightmare. The elements in this poem are contradictory just like dreams are sometimes. I picture myself dreaming while awake, one of those dreams that I will just not wake from. But then again, I might be dreaming that I'm wide awake.
It can also be a puzzle, a labyrinth of sorts (I love labyrinths in my poems), where nothing is what it seems and darkness is like cold boiling tar.
I cannot point to specific inspiration, other than imaginary sprites whispering dark things into my ear (these would be from the Darkess and the Old Soul series); I just imagined what it would be to lose my mind, not that I would want to. Nevertheless, read and enjoy, and let it have a meaning specific to you.
Dark Waking Dreams
the ground waves to salute my succulent bliss
its accent not without an unheard scream
the gauntlet has been served, its rim I will kiss
the portal to my waking dream
sirens call to me
why will that record not cease to repeat?
my sorrows chime and won't let me be
I will be naught to defeat
I go up the upside down stair
heaven will be my hell
despair my repair
will conundrums my fortune tell?
the never ending spiral my straight
upon the brink tribulations pour up to me
across the chasm I need a street
darkness boils scalding my glee
the path goes straight back to itself
sanity dogs me, taunting me to desperation
the ladder is too short, and reason stands upon a shelf
save me from this labyrinth of desecration!
Poem by Antony Kamau,
Originally posted on May 3rd, 2009
whisper to me, little shadows
scare me a while to giggles
imprison me into walled windows
they are too big, I cannot wiggle
It can also be a puzzle, a labyrinth of sorts (I love labyrinths in my poems), where nothing is what it seems and darkness is like cold boiling tar.
I cannot point to specific inspiration, other than imaginary sprites whispering dark things into my ear (these would be from the Darkess and the Old Soul series); I just imagined what it would be to lose my mind, not that I would want to. Nevertheless, read and enjoy, and let it have a meaning specific to you.
Dark Waking Dreams
the ground waves to salute my succulent bliss
its accent not without an unheard scream
the gauntlet has been served, its rim I will kiss
the portal to my waking dream
sirens call to me
why will that record not cease to repeat?
my sorrows chime and won't let me be
I will be naught to defeat
I go up the upside down stair
heaven will be my hell
despair my repair
will conundrums my fortune tell?
the never ending spiral my straight
upon the brink tribulations pour up to me
across the chasm I need a street
darkness boils scalding my glee
the path goes straight back to itself
sanity dogs me, taunting me to desperation
the ladder is too short, and reason stands upon a shelf
save me from this labyrinth of desecration!
Poem by Antony Kamau,
Originally posted on May 3rd, 2009
whisper to me, little shadows
scare me a while to giggles
imprison me into walled windows
they are too big, I cannot wiggle
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