Wes Quick
Even living in the light,
We all must venture through the darkness
To understand ourselves
And more fully understand
And enjoy the light.
Though,
Some of us may dwell in the darkness
Too long and be condemned
Before we reach the light.
We still long for the light
While enshrouded in the darkness.
Some live in the darkness,
Succumbed by its promises,
Forget the light,
and only know
What the darkness has to offer.
Those are truly lost!
Wes Quick
Sittin' on this damn tier thinkin' of old times.
Pistachios and french fries on a summer's
eve,
days spent on phones and in dens
in worlds away from here,
in minds not too clear.
A hazy fog settled all around,
time passes by on invisible legs.
Words, unspoken, unwritten, not there,
never appearing,
so therefore never disappearing.
Papers left blank, pens never touched,
feelings never shown.
Babies born, lives gone, new ones here,
old ones done.
Friends lost, loves gone, old times
trapped
never again to be released.
Hell tried, Heaven tested, back to olden
days, Sheol in creation.
Restless spirits, dying Gods of an
ancient era,
scheming demons playing with lives
come and gone,
new recruits all on the board; who'll
go where?
Worlds of playing fields, battles between
good and evil,
black and white, old and new.
Stars untested, unknown, shall we go,
or shall we stay, will we know?
Billions of years, thousands of times,
endless seas,
forgotten voyages, meaningless adventures
under these skies,
skies of blue, of gray, old, and dying,
dissipating.
Technology crippling, killing, waning,
waxing, destroying, mutating.
Too advanced, consequences unknown,
God not happy, changing what was made,
1998 made by 3.
Who'll come, the ancient battle of old,
written in the Book?
The ancient snake come to claim the
earth.
Oh well, maybe we'll be here, maybe
we won't.
Friendless, loveless, who cares, opened
arms to embrace death,
all is lost, heart is black, nothing
left, all is gone,
nothing, darkness, silence ? Peace?
Wes Quick
I find myself sitting in the middle
of an open field.
Sun shining, green grasses flowing.
An eerie feeling comes over me, a profound
silence.
As if I'm the only living thing in
this field.
Yet, I feel the presence of another.
I look around, trees border this field
on all sides.
Gnarled and misshapen, the light ends
there.
I venture towards the trees, a sense
of dread comes
over me as I approach them.
Even though the field Is warm and enticing
and meets
my every need, I feel a gnawing Inside.
I feel compelled to enter the forest.
As I enter the trees, a darkness comes
crashing over me.
I feel a hand close over my shoulder.
I'm twisted within its cold, skeletal
grip.
Images flash before my eyes.
Screams of tortured and dying souls.
Images of every conceivable Evil
Darkness shrouds all, erasing everything
from sight.
The hand that holds me releases me.
I stumble through the darkness, I'm
confronted by all
my fears, and lust when I feel my sanity
is about snap,
I see a light
I move towards it, flicking the ghastly
images that
surround from sight, concentrating
on nothing but
the light
As I scramble towards it, I feel hands
closing wound
me, caressing me, whispering promises
in my ear.
The light is momentarily forgotten.
I start to sink to the ground, only
wanting to rest in
the sweet embrace of the darkness.
But then I remember the images from
before,
I remember the unspeakable Evil.
My adrenaline pumping, heart pounding,
I once again
head toward the light
when I think I can go no further, that
I'll have to surrender to the darkness,
I break through the trees and into
the light
The sun drives the cold from my bones,
the Evils from
my mind.
I am free, I have made it back into
the light
The shining sun beaming down, the grasses
flowing
green.
Wes Quick
SITTIN' ON DEATH
ROW, THINKIN' OF MEMORIES AND TIMES OF OLD.
I FEEL AS IF THE DEVIL
HOLDS MY LIFE, AS IF MY SOUL HAS BEEN SOLD.
THE FEELING OF KNOWING
THAT I SIT ON IDLE TIME,
THAT THE STATE HOLDS
MY LIFE AT 21 AND ME IN MY PRIME.
THE FEELINGS THAT CONCUR
KNOWING THAT MY LIFE WILL END
IN TEN YEARS OR SO, THAT
IF ALL MY APPEALS FAIL, THEN MY LIFE WILL BE THROUGH.
HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO
FEEL?
ANGRY AT MYSELF OR AT
THE STATE, SHOULD I BE SAD AND DEPRESSED,
OR JUST GIVE lN TO MY
FATE. BOY I WISH I WOULD'VE LISTENED
TO ALL THE THINGS THAT
MY PARENTS SAID. BUT INSTEAD OF LISTENING,
I WENT MY OWN WAY, AND
WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW
FOR GOING MY OWN WAY?
A PREMATURE JUDGMENT DAY.
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