Chaplet #5 - Dark Flower by Stephen Jarrell Williams

Dark Flower

Poetry & Cover Art

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

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Table of Contents

My Secrets

Only A Few Are Picked*

Always In The Distance

The Plea

Night call

The Spell

Her Necklace

My Only Hope

* First published in Black Poppy Review

January 30, 2015

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My Secrets

My secrets are ancient

Myths have formed at their edges

My face and form are forever

Changing somewhat with my mood

Pressing my finger on another mini knot

Beginning bulge trying to rise on my forehead

Tip of a horn

A circular rubbing it down keeps my intentions hidden

Vampire heal thyself

And I do

I was one of the first to write and paint

Abstract meanings

Dark flowers

Filing down my growing nails and teeth

Never wearing a cape

Staying away from mirrors a joke

Turning into smoke and flying like a bat so ridiculous

But it gives a scare and helps to cover my footprints

The day a whim

Night its covering

I am high and low and fickled like an old hag

I’m strong as a mad bull on the charge

I am a lie

I am a quiver magnified

I laugh until I’m hoarse when drunk

But the truth is I often convulse into fits of tears

I drink the wine of others

Slow sips of boring lives

But some make me a child again

Dreaming dreams I wish to die within.

Only A Few Are Picked

The long night lingers before you

But you know its end will be too quick

Too painful

Too full of eyes closing

You step out on the street

Cars moving and pedestrians walking

Unaware of all the hovering above them

Only a few are picked

Only a few morsels in this area of the city

But there’s a whole country

A whole world half in darkness

And half blinded by the light

The harvest is plentiful

A chooser’s paradise

No one listening

Or believing

The monsters among us.

*First published in Black Poppy Review

January 30, 2015

Always in the Distance

This night bringing everyone out

A calming breeze with another day done at the job

I see you down the street walking around the corner

My steps quicken as you are always beyond me

Seemingly teasing me to follow

Just to get another glimpse

Another sigh

Amplified when I cannot find you

The streets elongated with those so fortunate

Those that have seen you up close

Those that keep a picture of you in their minds

A picture to return to in their dreams

But for me

You are gone again

Always disappearing

Into your hiding place

For somehow you have sensed me

Sensed my strangeness

Sensed my need to hold you in my arms

Struggling against me

Plucking your magnificent wings off

Kissing you with the kiss of sin

But never leaving you in the unreachable distance.

The Plea

Every night the stars seem to reach down and stroke me

Then they crush me

Pushing me face first into the street

Mashing me into the asphalt maggots

It takes

Everything I have to get up

Blood soaked again

Beautifully wicked within the shadows of the fallen

I can fly now

But never high enough

The earth and its magnetic pull

Overpowering

We are trapped

Trapped in the taking of others with us

Trapped in hearing their pleas for release

We turn to the seductive release of the crazed

It whips at us

Whipping

Whipping continually

Oh please

Let the sun rise again

In a garden of long ago when the world was whole.

Night Call

The last of the day ebbs back toward the horizon

Shadows collecting into the darkness

Souls and those without souls

Hoping what we have heard is not true

Us that feel the sharp pain of separation

A rebellion in our blood

We are the stone-hard dreamers

Whispering in the crowning of night

Magnificent in our madness

I say “we” and I seldom see

Others of my kind

But we are everywhere

We often attain greatness in the public eye

But more often we are hidden within

Capes and caves and cavernous mansions

And the world sweeps past us

As we grab at the strands of life

Lost from a time we cannot remember

The night always calling

Leading us out into the emptiness

The endless search of loneliness

Tortured by the so-called people of love.

The Spell

You’re in a state of dreams and half awareness

My spell upon you

Your eyes heavy

Your body light

Floating with my touch

Quivering with my words

Stillness of night outside the window

A ring of candle lights around our bed

You have a slight smile of anticipation

Your flesh rosy pink

Soon to be caressed

Tingled into a thirst

Your moans expecting heaven

Your suppressed screams ready to be released

Nothing like this

Has ever happened to you

The floorboards creaking

With my weight coming down upon you

Snuffing out the candles

Consuming your unbelieving world into mine.

Her Necklace

She didn’t wake up screaming

Wondered why the sunlight through the window

Did nothing to me

She went to the bathroom

Peed blood

Rinsed her mouth with water from the tap

She came back into the bedroom unafraid

Stood before me smiling

Took her necklace off

Placed it in the palms of my hands

She gave me a kiss on the cheek

And left me alone

A silver cross

A dare

Dangling from the necklace.

My Only Hope

My paradise will be death

Never seeing another that I must have

Never seeing another like myself

Only a few of us begging for the end

The matrix of the mirror

My only hope

Truth in the great sacrifice

A man hanging on a cross long ago

For everyone and those such as I.

copyright 2016, Stephen Jarrell Williams

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About the Author: 

Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom…  Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.