NEW MORNING
On
the amber rays of
an
October morning sun
I
ride out from
a
cold dark night
into
the bright warmth
of
a new day.
For
the black fears
of
midnight
have
melted
into
the soft
welcoming
melodies
of
a golden dawn.
I
have destroyed
the
demons
and
snuffed out
the
raging fires.
I
am free to sail
with
the tides
and
soar on
cool
gentle breezes.
~
Kenneth Norman Cook
A PRIVATE LITTLE WAR
Like
a black ember of molten steel
sizzling
within my brain and
searing
into the core of my soul,
something
has waged war on me
without
warning and without a word.
Like
a dirty secret, the battle rages
on
like a silent holocaust, unknown
to
the self-engaged outside world:
A
bloodless attack by an unseen enemy.
Like
a private little war, I am
lying
in a trench in my fiery head,
while
the bombs explode and the
bullets
fly… Like a personal battle,
I
am fighting for my life.
And
I am losing the war.
Oh
god… I am losing the war!
~
Kenneth Norman Cook
SILENT SCREAM
Life
grabs him by the hair
and
pries open his mouth,
shoving
red hot coals of fear
and
jealousy down his throat.
Existence
kicks him in the crotch,
doubling
him over in open-mouthed
breathless
agony, while phantom
laughter
echoes across the sky.
Death
silently screams in his ear
with
a skull-shattering squeal
he
can only hear in the deepest
darkest
chamber of his heart,
where
the black deadly truth resides
in
hushed and smiling patience.
~
[KENNETH NORMAN
COOK]
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