Scott Clark, 19 december 2011
What time the mind enters the garret
The dreamer will never know.
When darkness turns light,
the story breaks night.
We have entered that world for a show.
No one there dies
with alluring, it lies,
Throws us to death with a view.
We find no escape
as we plunge through the gape,
behold things never seen but knew.
People,
the faces
Names,
the places.
Fears,
trembling our souls.
With relief our eyes open
Oh, where have we been
as we return from the blackest of holes.
Scott Clark, 19 december 2011
I went to still the heart of passion
which beat in measures of lust.
The rhythms moved my cravings for you
and to have your soul I must.
What selfish caress, the ceaseless sense,
these feelings a climax of being.
A grasp of eternal, a glimpse supernal
to touch what I am seeing.
I went to still a perpetual will,
to take what could not be own.
To discover the mysteries I knew about,
free the curse of being alone.
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