darkness – Page 2 – Scriptorium '77

After the Sunset

after the sunset the grass turns blue
after the sunset nothing is more true
than your hidden face on a pillow lake
and more false than a social media fake

frantic and insane

there is a hurricane in my mind
it needs calming
does it?
or is it better to let it out at night

leaving myself on the dancefloor

let’s finish today
make it with
dancing away

Yell At Me But Be Alive

There is a forest
There is a girl
There is the night
There is darkness

scribo ergo sum

I write, therefore I am
But only if I can
If I’m too sick
My head feels like a brick

there is a key to everything but it takes time

sometimes on the road
there is a street among highways
one path along
where only grass belongs

once upon a time the surface of the moon was an endless sea

without fears
they broke in
they broke out
in tears

whatever your main attraction might be

mine is to perish with loneliness
when i stroll through long abandoned castles
breathing in the history of places
wondering about long past people

greensleeves in vain

There’s flickering light
From here to nowhere
Within ten thousand years
The flickering light from here

stupidity makes the headaches grow

darkness swept over the sea
there is nothing more important than history
don’t blame the ones who don’t know
teach them, make them grow