I became inhuman. I would see children playing in the park. I don’t remember being so naive. My cold blue eyes regarded them with a bit more tolerance than I reserved for most of my species. The people that I saw in day to day life sickened me. But imagine, just imagine, if I truly had a mind to let myself off the leash! Heaven help thee. I knew deep inside that what I saw in them was the same weakness I saw in myself. I told my stories. Once they dried up there was still emptiness in residence… like a dark vulture wheeling above my life. I would fall down and weep… a torrent pouring out of me. I had an ocean under my eyes. The undertow would tug at me. Swept away. Lost for all time. The evening was red, as if someone had brandished a cruel blade and skinned the sky. Life became more like a dream than reality. I walked in the woods to shake the mood. The branches were black and bare… more dead than they should be. It seems that most of what I did was for naught. How do I explain my years lived in twilight to people that live in daytime and hide away from the darkness? – Ozzie
after
Thank you to Lucia Griggi and PK for the images. Skate- Ozzie
That carve is the truest form of poetry
Skated today and life is good.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day’s useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion? Moody Blues poem
interesting… i was just listening to Justin Hayward sing “Question’ this morning…