A Dark One Written, Because This Night Sleep Is Elusive And My Mind Decides To Ramble

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

When You Feel Life Is Crap, Has Too Many Hells

When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.

When your nights are long and needed sleep deprived
you find that as human, all life is contrived,
you beg for long sweet dreams to give your soul rest,
reality gives you yet another test;
To accept its darker and malignant deeds,
learn that everything dies and most of it bleeds.

When such pondering comes and your mind rebels
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
know that you are not perfect and you know why
life is damn tough, everything that bleeds will die;
With that truth and its hard and deep final thought
you may find, life is a trap and you are caught.

When you are walking through each day's hard travails
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
try to see reality as that dark force,
that from insanity gives mind a divorce;
With such knowledge, larger shield may be granted,
you may find life and love both are enchanted.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2018


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018


Note-
Could not sleep, decided to let my darkest pen ramble
admit my humanity and splash dark black ink to gamble;
Pen a few words to wile away these lonely after midnight hours,
defeat the invading evil flinging stones from fortified black towers.
This restless night the Raven shrieks out its deepest chilling calls,
in dark dreams, I stumble about in darkness, among fallen castle walls.
Poe echoes out his warnings to find the light and thus be aware
the Raven never rests, gives no quarter and simply does not care.
Raven does so much more than just send its terrifying calls
it lends darkness to invade and leave behind bloodied castle halls.
Scoff at this dire warning, and your sad soul risk it as blind
I wander through this realm, see monsters of every kind.
I am Poe, the greatest poet and horror master you will ever know
Ignore me and the Raven and I both, will put on an even scarier show


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018 [/QUOTE]
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Sad tis it not, that this is a curse to me when I can not sleep
I wake to splash a bit of my ink and ponder on this my old age and life
watch the night crawl by and still my home castle safely keep
never forget the great blessing of having loving children, family and my beautiful wife.--Tyr

[LongTermGuy]

"...you find that as human, all life is contrived,
you beg for long sweet dreams to give your soul rest,
reality gives you yet another test;
To accept its darker and malignant deeds,
learn that everything dies and most of it bleeds.

When such pondering comes and your mind rebels
you feel life is crap, has far too many Hells,
know that you are not perfect and you know why
life is damn tough, everything that bleeds will die;
With that truth and its hard and deep final thought
you may find, life is a trap and you are caught."

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

As My Sad Tears Fall, Its Gown Glows A Fearsome Red

I simply can not write good poetry today
yesterday's ghost haunts me and will not go away,
on its torn black cap and red shoes are jingling bells
in its raging red eyes are high, sea raging swells.
Ruby ringed left hand, holds repugnant staff of wastes
in its right, bucket of blood, begging bitter tastes!

I simply can not write good poetry today
last night's dreams, yesterday's persistent ghost yet stays
replaying scenes that are chosen to break my heart,
screaming, beautiful red roses were torn apart.
As my sad tears fall, its gown glows a fearsome red
casting curses upon lying words I once said.

I simply can not write good poetry today
yesterday's ghost haunts me and will not go away,
on its torn black cap and red shoes are jingling bells
in its raging red eyes are high, sea raging swells.
Ruby ringed left hand, holds repugnant staff of wastes
in its right, bucket of blood, begging bitter tastes!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2018
Rhyme, (Dark And Ghostly Regrets)
Inspired by a dream, rather a recent nightmare I had....

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018

[High_Plains_Drifter]

Not mine... but cool...



When Sleep Won'T Come - Poem by David Whalen


Trepidation, perspiration
Preoccupation on one’s brow

Replace it with hope and anticipation
With keen elation… replace it now

Anxious moments, sweaty palm
Sleepless nights, heart beat hurried

Replace it with, the peaceful calm
of a mindset… cool…unworried

Don’t seek the sleep
When sleep won’t come

Just change the channels
Within your mind

Seek the thoughts
you want to keep

The peace you want
Is the peace you’ll find

Fixate upon one pleasant thought
Concentrate with all your might

And all the worries, and fears you fought
Will skulk away into the night

Fixate upon what you love
To all else become blind

Don’t seek sleep
When sleep won’t come

Just change the channel
Within your mind


https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-sleep-won-t-come/

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

There Is Death In The Wind With Open Jaws

Watch your step, there is death in the wind with open jaws
fear less snakes and creepy spiders that scare as they crawl
There is death in the winds, across window sills it blows
be afraid less of deadly disease that in your body grows!

Hold life dear, such windy gusts cut into ones heart and soul
embrace your love deeper, open fanged jaws oft take a toll
There is death in its winds, that evil howls as it heavy flows
for its chill precede jagged jaws, when life ends nobody knows!

Watch your step, there is death in the wind with open jaws
fear less snakes and creepy spiders that scare as they crawl
There is death in the winds, across window sills it blows
be afraid less of deadly disease that in your body grows!

Robert J. Lindley, 8-08-2018

[Russ]

Nicely written, Robert. I will need to go read some of your other poems now, though, to balance out the dark mood.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Nicely written, Robert. I will need to go read some of your other poems now, though, to balance out the dark mood.
Thank you my good friend. I write dark poetry to give a taste of the darkness this world exists in. And to give contrast to all the poets that only write happy, bright/colorful/joyful, and/or sappy poetry.
We are dark creatures fallen into a state of sin, poets should write about that darkness- not ignore it, IMHO.-Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Raven King

The raven-king flew down corridors, golden halls
malice and human words in its most grievous calls
heartaches, greater than any Shakespearean play
not man's weakness, his devilishly wicked ways.

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays

Golden halls filled with trophies and bloodshot dead eyes
echoes ring out muffled laughter, sombering cries
ancient books, spells- odors of witches brew
all well stored for the ill-fated, unlucky few

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays

Feasts set for tyrants, dead-kings that murdered at will
bloodlaced wine to swallow with unrepentent swill
blackness baked within dark pastries and swollen pies
windows opened to view ashen colored skies

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays

Each banquet, Poe introduces his newest tale
to please the raven-king and his word never fail
within his sorrows, whispers of Annabelle Lee
melding with his chain's soft rattles, words- "she is free"

Glaring glitter that blinds in life, forever stays
Sorrows and deep regret race in tag team relays

R.J. Lindley,
March 19th, 1978
(A Dark Dream Cometh)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Path Became Bloody, The Door Forever Was Shut

I saw the beast, drew my trusty sword
The crowd was there, a ghastly little horde
Devoid of dawn and reeking of decay
allowing indifference to hold greatest sway.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, is eyes throwing flames
The crowd was there, playing childish games
Beast roared and threw a vicious claw
Crowd applauded it, they one and all.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw beast, its fangs showed through its smile
The crowd was there, with lust and usual guile
Crying with hearts, black and frozen as ice
Shouting kill the man, saying it thrice.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, its flaming tail hit my head
The crowd was there, laughed the more I bled
Taken aback, my courage ate the mighty blow
Crowd screamed out, more blood for the show.

With a mighty blow, the beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

I saw the beast, slashing out in agonizing pain
The crowd was there, shouted man can not win again
With final blow, my sword pierced its black heart
The crowd rushed forth seeking to rip me apart.

With a mighty blow, new beast was then cut
The path became bloody, the door forever was shut.

R.J. Lindley,
March 3rd, 1973
(The beast and its faithful allies)