Anyway ... more poems ... whoopie. I got last month up on the archive ... http://i.am/btripp ... so there's more there if you want it.
NO DREAMS TO FREE
the darkness
closes in
the pressures
of evil outside worlds
crush in on me
nothing parries
their lethal blows
nothing blocks their hate
here is the grinding zone
the place where demand
grows teeth and claws
and hidden hungers
not for flesh
but for our soul
here is where the world
consumes the seeing
each day is a nightmare
mad and twisted
with deep convolutions
which leave no escape
we ache for dreaming
to over-ride this
but our dreams lack power
to cut through this web
we act as hopeful
yet sense our doom
has no room for hope
no place for prayer
we see the tracing lines
and know they all lead down
into fresh pits
unexperienced hells
anguish enfolds
the broken spirit
dread encloses
around the mind
there is no joy
there is no future
freed of this torment
this destroying abyss
- Brendan Tripp
04/09/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
