I’ve no friend
no comfort
but the silk
the timber of the coffin
where I sleep
no companions do I keep
beyond spiders
bats
and wolves
tenants of night’s grim estate
wrapt in shadow
dark with silence
you won’t know who or what I am
until it’s far too late
Neil G
Art: R L Allen
Icarus should have waited for nightfall,
the moon would have never let him go.
Blue Sun: A poetry collection
Nina Mouawad
Art: Icarus by Zdzislaw Lazuk
Raven ~
guardian of night
and the secrets that she holds
bare branch sculpture
marks the boundary
of her dark domain
Neil G
#birds#poetry#poem#nature#raven
The Raven’s Night
by James Christopher Hill
Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
I can't control my fingers
I can't control my brain
Oh no no no no no
The Ramones - I Wanna Be Sedated Official Music Video 1978
youtu.be/bm51ihfi1p4 via @YouTube
Desperation or The Desperate Man
self-portrait by Gustave Courbet
Down stairs of shadow
past secrets
whispered in the nooks
The cellar
webbed
dusty with forebodings
No one lives to tell its tales
except the one
that does not live at all
What need have I of books
when the stones
are stained with history
Neil G
Bela Lugosi - Dracula 1931
@Banquozghost "Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark."
- Robert William Service, Weary
-The Sons of the Night, Agostino Arrivabene-
encumbered by the rock
the burden
of the day
can’t carry it
can’t cast it away
friends left behind
gifts unopened
parting words prey on my mind
can’t stay
the march of night
swept aside in failing light
stumbling
tumbling till
I reach
the bottom of the hill
#WhisperingNeds
“Walk a mile in my shoes”
So many secrets
Along that mile
His tale unfolded
With each step
The farther I went
The more spilled ink
Or was it his blood
That flowed
Across blank pages
Now deeply scarred
With endless words
Of dark obsessions
Or odd confessions
🎨Aesthetics
#madverse
It was the tree
first spoke of this
crooked branch
reaching towards
the vanishing island of the Sun
Dark will come
O yes!
Crashing water wild
against the maidenhead
of our stupidity
Broken skin
blood
then a flood
Why did we
not listen to the tree
Neil G
Art: Andre Bobir