Out in the Dark


				*The Poetry Syte* *Out in the Dark*



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		It's a pity The idealist never wanted to be a leader Instead, she bled a black ink soul Onto the thin lined paper Locked self-willingly Behind her door. I couldn't see the light From where I lay And that voided emptiness Burnt like heavy black molten wax Star Man You're the only one who knows the stars They've made you an outcast in our time, man Star man, dream You're the human god flying to the edge Fast-flying super-human of the skies Up beyond the clouds Euphoria Star man You map the universe in your glassy eyes Outcast, they distrust you, misunderstand you man Star man, dream You're the theory of existence In search of something Want to meet yourself on the otherside The wind in your hair Galactic homo sapien Star man, Stellar Adam on a mission Up, up, and up you go Ain't no telling when you'll come down Or if you'll be back again 'Cause you're the star man And you're outta this world



		*Untitled* I feel it down in my ribs, In my being, This tiredness that never goes away Home don't feel like home No more. Love, yeah, that's a Faded newspaper clip Stuck to my bedside table, And the sun's just one more Phantom in my sky. I think I'm gonna lose my mind If I have to live one more time. That old shroud's gonna fall One of these days... or nights I'm a dark sinner, a dark old crow Worn thin by my own fate... Maybe it's too late, Maybe I'm already gone. Well, are you gonna remember me? Anyway... I work all day And sleep all night Worn thin by my own fate, What kind of awake Is that, anyway? *Out in the Dark* Out in the dark, I cried myself to sleep And all the while, Shadows lurked Lounging beyond my pillow Out in the cold I cried myself to sleep And all the while, Snowflakes fell Settling on my pillow *Rickie's Shadow* I thought you gone, once The rainy day forbearer Whose soul could deny itself life? Black clouded, insensitive Only silence befriended Your loneliest of lonely hearts. Sullen stranger... Darkness had its drooling hanker Toward what will it would But just as casually, You cast it away... I saw your last silhouette Did you disappear that day? *Anything and Nothing* Darkness is rising in the back of my mind I look for that someplace I realize I need to rewind It was carefree I'm looking for But somehow... seems I've found something more Here we are, we are what we make us There's no plan, really, no matter how hard you look Life just sort of takes us along We just become who we are Because we're only human; we live for a while Then we all have to die						Angel's Message The little girl ran To the soldier man And embraced him in her arms Then she looked to his face With tear-laden grace And whispered her message Like a soft lullaby: "More often than not, Peace is better than war When you look at me, see me I'm a human; not a whore Know that it's all right For a grown man to cry And always realize All one can do is try." She stroked the hair Of the soldier boy As he wept in her lap, A stranger to joy *Out in the Cold* Out in the cold, Destitute for a friend Gone to the system and left to die All alone on the street, Child prostitute Your cries are good only to the night Whose cold breath eats away at you There are men who will buy you For their pleasure But where is yours? All alone on the street Wishing for a warm bed of your own In a permanent home And a parent's love Child prostitute, Your body is all you have left But youthful beauty is so fleeting Soon, that will be gone too. Then all you'll have Is your mountain of troubles. Is there no one to pity you? *Across the Keys* The boy at the piano plays The melodies of a modern life, And while he plays, he cries The boy at the piano plays There are flowers pressed between the pages They bled into the black spots, Across the meters and the scales The boy at the piano plays Those are not piano keys, Those are heartstings, plucked and naked In our ears, they sound For the boy at the piano plays



		*Lonesome Soul* I could see fragmented words Upon the pillow where I lay my head To sleep, clear mind, rest soul in bed But rest comes not too easy, As the sore of heart have known The hours become morning before I am ready I may just want to stay at home But day calls to the weary As the heavy of heart have known. Trudge, trudge, trudge along until my shoulders droop Back off home again, to rest, to call (Friends help with one's own pain) But friends have lives to lead besides, As the lonely ones may find. Another lonely day goes by, Another and another and another Until one cannot remember Their "before the lonely" time As only poor lonesome souls can know Poems copyright Jacinta A. Meyers, 2002. DO NOT STEAL!! More coming soon...