Frankly, I'd just as well leave them the way they've been, but I do realize that some folks might get tired of that great block of text showing up in their Friends List nearly every day.
Anyway, here's another one! Wheeeee! Actually, this is a GOOD ONE in that it approximates my old style, back when I was a less depressed fellow and more likely to me meddling with mysticism of various sorts in my writing. So, instead of "woe is me", it's just a visionary journey into who knows what. I would be VERY pleased if I could crank out things along this line at least one out of four poems! Oh, yeah, speaking of lots of poems you can find the archives at http://i.am/btripp ... it's not a happy place, but there sure is a lot to read!
YIELDING UNTO DARK
we have every depth,
every darkness,
we are submerged
in nether states
which have no light,
which have no hope,
no purpose,
past descending
only elemental forms
attain here,
no subtlety,
no nuance,
just the basis
of the real,
the frame of rock
and the outer cold
nothing is preserved
in modes of growth,
only the stasis
of the dead
in close entombment
and shadowed crypts
lost beneath the aeons
rumored behind dreams
we enter through the seams
betwixt belief,
the edge of credulity
where reason falters
and doctrine obtains sway,
the uncharted points
where inner vision ceases
and dull compliance reigns
what walls bear the traces
of these fallen realms?
no parallels survive
between our worlds,
no maps are found
to cross that void,
and yet our pall
forever shades your day
- Brendan Tripp
02/09/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
