Lights From Space


  • Confusion

    Lights From Space

    Dark in the city where so many tragedies occur,

    What significance are my traumas

    Compared with unhappiness such as this?

    Within each light is a life so empty,

    A heart crying for love to fill a void

    Left after one of so many storms;


    I live a life of question,

    I don’t know why I should stay

    Alive yet I abstain from death;


    I show her my soul from afar,

    I can’t let her get closer,

    I feel so ashamed but I need her so bad;

    She has the strength to hold me so close and

    Tender in the night so cold and painful,

    And the weakness to let me go when

    The sun smiles and breaks the

    Blackness of our uncertainty;


    From the highway I look at the lights

    Casting shadows upon the lake,

    I wonder of the lives passing

    By me that I will never know,

    The true loves that pass on,

    The friendships that could be everlasting,

    Our paths come so close to crossing

    Then turn and lead into the distance;


    The lights in our house shine so bright,

    I open the door and

    Step into a darkness so strong,

    I try to run but it keeps drawing me back,

    Hiding me from the darkness of the world;


    A heart so black triumphs over love so true,

    A heart that soaks up

    Beauty and shines with evil;


    A man finds meaning in the bottle

    Only to awaken to a reality so harsh,

    A dog howls for undeserved hunger,

    Two people love only to leave it behind,

    Lights without hope shine on in a never

    Ending darkness leading me on a road to

    Nowhere that is better than the road to

    Somewhere that I’m leaving behind;


    I look to the stars and

    Think of what lies beyond;

    Am I part of a kaleidoscope through

    Some other wonderers eyepiece?

    My question goes unanswered and I can’t

    Help but to feel alone in a world of loneliness,

    Alienated by myself;


    I stand upon the roadside,

    My hands open, my heart calling;

    I once knew a woman who gave me a falling star

    Before she became a constellation in my mind,

    Before the clouds of my memory covered her up;

    The star burned out than faded away,

    And somehow I remained,

    My hands stronger, my heart weaker,

    My mind almost lost;


    I looked to the stars above

    Then to the lights of the city;

    Like the stars in the sky,

    They shined with hope for some sort of

    Salvation among this hatred of death

    And the fear of a wasted life;

    What is beyond the uncertainty of truth?

    I close my hands and drive on,

    She is behind me.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    dylandean’s Poems (32)

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