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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> dark dreary night |
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Late December. Passing the time, with wondering mind Wrapped in darkness shivering Rhythms play in my head Walking in this rainy night… Clearest in the numbing cold, I feel safe. Worlds from my past Flow chaotic, on a tune… Quietly hummed, the process resumes: So steal a beat, add repeat Meld a theme, to think in stream... Remind your mind to lose some time And coat yourself in nature's rhyme To selfishly star in your self-styled stories, And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten Open the wounds that once you did cover Open them up, to help you recover So kindle the fire to slight you regrets... Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar In darkness, lovers did sigh But when you remember, that cold cold December In darkness, lovers will cry So spin, spun a song for myself, Selfishly crying then laughing It's too bad I feel nothing. I feel nothing at all. Tired the numbness, though it must love us Anything’s better, than nothing at all Standing numb to shiver Would be better to quiver Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm. And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams To quiet the demons, and silence the screams: Of Rage and of Worry, Of Fear and Regret The Tragic, the Bitten The Burned and the Set Upon which I list and I wax in my rage... Let the cold rain of night- Make me shudder contained To mirror my shiver and cover the pain. And if all was made clever, and all was made terse Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame... As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill my mind For a time, I find peace--an emotional release But sweeter’s the feeling Where void stood before... It only seems tragic if too often ignored... The reasons for meanings The fear before rage The hum before singing The feelings left saved Catching chaos now fleeing At the door we must part... It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart... |