Kabul by Candlelight

Here the power only lasts until about 10:00 PM. After living in Cali and Chi-town for a few years that's about the time that I just get geared up and ready to go! Sooo, instead of instantly falling asleep, I've bought some candles (electric lamps just don't do it for me, and something about candlelight is Immensly focusing and inspring for me) and am usually up for another hour or so reading or writing. Sometimes it's blog entries other times it more, well, exotic fare... crude attempts at sonetimes non-linear/logical a/rhytmic linguistic expression, on paper, with a pen. Okay it's sometimes called poetry, if you want to be so crass as to actually label something before you've heard/reat it! I've also been told that it's not worth anything if it's not shared. So, get ready for one of the great weakpoints of the internet... ANYbody can subject it to venal verbage without so much as an ounce of verifiable talent or supposed skill.


Void,
rending of veils, spirit/flesh
consumption of desire, leaving
only the fire of YOU (which
cannot be breathed) or it flees
back to Void...
leaving...
me...
...yearning


Safety, Security
Sigil and Sign
Power? Illusion?
Yours? Mine?
Modern Alchemy turning
souls to stone
only lie that we've ever known
walls for all
lest you fall
But what if we're already down?
are we out?
No one around
to be found, near
and dear (to our hearts)
the risk is to great
is an empty kind of hate...


As it's now 9:45 PM, I'm gonna publish this and then probably light a few more candles...