Where darkness beats.

by david kessel   Dec 2, 2003


On the other side of the world,
While you're awake,
Stars of beauty untold
Advent make.

Bats flap their wings
Through black-ness.
Night birds softly sing
With no stress.

Grey, cotton-candy clouds
Float by.
Fireflies fly about
So spry.

The night is all filled
With purple radi-um;
Lakes and rivers, chilled
By cosmic vacu-um.

But you just rush along
Your sunlit streets
Not knowing you belong
Where darkness beats.

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  • 20 years ago

    by david kessel

    Dear Vallie,

    Thanks. But I am not getting the best reviews and votes on this board. It seems that the poems that get the most admiration are the ones about underaged s*x/rape, murder, suicide, jail and sadness.

    My best poem (imho) is "the Gorge" but I had very few people look at it. My other ones: "Cyber Prostitute" and "Loss of Innocence at Puberty" had hundreds of visitors. "Cyber Prostitute" alone is probably getting one visitor per minute. I do mix in such topics with my general poems but they seem to get the most response.

    And the poem in which I disagree with homos*xuality got the lowest scores and I got flamed in the most horrible ways.

    I wonder why? Is present-day public really that vulgar nowadays? Did they stop seeking out beauty or good things in life?

    I try to combine all aspects of life and run the whole gamut of themes. But many people seem to want just the most perverse stuff.

    What is this world coming to?

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