The Nox Anthology - Dark Poets Against Abuse Project
In the Hollow
by Malcolm Deeley
There is a place,
old roadside hollow,
behind a screen
of oak and ash,
where she waits
to tell me
about trust and pain
She is there
because the woods
seem a place
for peace somehow
Out from walls
and words
But if I go there
she will speak
So I drive by
on the way
back and forth
from home
Pull over
pull over
come on, dumbass
step out, and enter
because she's been
where you're going
Look at her scars
so you won't find ways
to accept
the same wounding
by Malcolm Deeley
There is a place,
old roadside hollow,
behind a screen
of oak and ash,
where she waits
to tell me
about trust and pain
She is there
because the woods
seem a place
for peace somehow
Out from walls
and words
But if I go there
she will speak
So I drive by
on the way
back and forth
from home
Pull over
pull over
come on, dumbass
step out, and enter
because she's been
where you're going
Look at her scars
so you won't find ways
to accept
the same wounding
Turning, tossing
in the steaming
summer night
The bed sheets, damp
sticky with sweat
Stay away from
the mirror
Get up
drive back down
the empty highway
Ask her
to show me
the half-moon mark
curving around
the edge of her mouth
and the jagged arc
that zigzags
down her forehead
Drive
drive to the hollow
Ask her to tell me
how she loved.
But I drive on, home
For now, the house
is dark,
quiet,
and I lay down
on the hot bed
I want her to tell me
about the black rose tattoo
above her breast
and the thorned branch
on her wrist
About her eyes,
so capable
of believing,
so full
of commitment
to offer
Darting right
darting left
If I asked
she would tell me
how it happens
Perhaps
we could lie down
under the old trees
I could quiet her,
she could hold me,
safe
no longer unsure
Just for a moment
because that's not life
For now, the house
is dark,
quiet,
and I lay down
on the hot bed
I want her to tell me
about the black rose tattoo
above her breast
and the thorned branch
on her wrist
About her eyes,
so capable
of believing,
so full
of commitment
to offer
Darting right
darting left
If I asked
she would tell me
how it happens
Perhaps
we could lie down
under the old trees
I could quiet her,
she could hold me,
safe
no longer unsure
Just for a moment
because that's not life
painting copyright 2003 Malcolm Deeley
Angel of Sin
by Rainey Moon
I see you over there
Looking at me
I know your thoughts
I've the vision to see
Your eyes they search
My body over again
Wanting me - needing me
Your angel of sin
I search too
So deep inside
Feeling your touch
Gently glide
Over my bare
Naked skin
Because I'm your angel
Your angel of sin
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
Darkness falls
There's no more light
You touch me
A blind man's hand
My body quivers
And trembles the land
Black wings
Lift in flight
Pale white skin
Reflects as light
Tears fall
From your eyes
As your beautiful angel
Begins to fly
Lost now
In a foggy mist
You take hold
Of blood colored wrists
Bodies whirl
About in the air
Your will gone
Unable to care
by Rainey Moon
I see you over there
Looking at me
I know your thoughts
I've the vision to see
Your eyes they search
My body over again
Wanting me - needing me
Your angel of sin
I search too
So deep inside
Feeling your touch
Gently glide
Over my bare
Naked skin
Because I'm your angel
Your angel of sin
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
Darkness falls
There's no more light
You touch me
A blind man's hand
My body quivers
And trembles the land
Black wings
Lift in flight
Pale white skin
Reflects as light
Tears fall
From your eyes
As your beautiful angel
Begins to fly
Lost now
In a foggy mist
You take hold
Of blood colored wrists
Bodies whirl
About in the air
Your will gone
Unable to care
Beautiful Bodies
by Rainey Moon
Beautiful bodies
Lie silent in the ground
I feel my heart sinking
My head begins to pound
Entangled in woe
Their faces bear such pain
Looking upon this canvas
I know nothing to be the same
Innocence lost
Somewhere along the way
Lost here as I watch
Beautiful bodies decay
Trapped within
Somewhere in the deep
I screamed for someone
His promise - he didn't keep
My body begins to blend
Into this canvas of sins
Beautiful bodies entangle
As I get lost within
The air grows cold
Blowing deep inside
As I look over
There at the great divide
Beautiful bodies
Now reflect my own
It's too late now
My seeds are sown
Here within the darkness
The darkness of the deep
Oh how my soul
How my soul weeps
Here among the bodies
The beautiful bodies of sin
We are lost upon a canvas
Never to be seen again
The light never shines
Here among our graves
We are the beautiful bodies
Left here to decay
by Rainey Moon
Beautiful bodies
Lie silent in the ground
I feel my heart sinking
My head begins to pound
Entangled in woe
Their faces bear such pain
Looking upon this canvas
I know nothing to be the same
Innocence lost
Somewhere along the way
Lost here as I watch
Beautiful bodies decay
Trapped within
Somewhere in the deep
I screamed for someone
His promise - he didn't keep
My body begins to blend
Into this canvas of sins
Beautiful bodies entangle
As I get lost within
The air grows cold
Blowing deep inside
As I look over
There at the great divide
Beautiful bodies
Now reflect my own
It's too late now
My seeds are sown
Here within the darkness
The darkness of the deep
Oh how my soul
How my soul weeps
Here among the bodies
The beautiful bodies of sin
We are lost upon a canvas
Never to be seen again
The light never shines
Here among our graves
We are the beautiful bodies
Left here to decay
Tempest of Souls
by Rainey Moon
Onward the storm rages
Like a tempest in my soul
I would run like hell
But I've nowhere to go
I'd take this breath
That lives in me
I would rip out this heart
That never ceases to beat
The tears they fall
Shattering on the floor
I'm a shell of a person
Empty to the core
Emotions flee me
Those worth feeling
I'm an empty soul
Beyond your healing
Begone with you
You pitiful fool
Leave me be here
In my pool of drool
Leave me to the voices
That eternal seek
They blind me with madness
And here alone I weep
Your touch - your embrace
Leave me be - just leave me be
Watch as this last breath
Is set free
Watch as the voices
Fade on the wind
Watch as my soul
Fills again
Blood shatters down
Down upon the floor
Teardrops of pain
I'll feel no more
Onward the storm rumbles
Toward a field of dreams
Where I lie here breathless
My soul set free
by Rainey Moon
Onward the storm rages
Like a tempest in my soul
I would run like hell
But I've nowhere to go
I'd take this breath
That lives in me
I would rip out this heart
That never ceases to beat
The tears they fall
Shattering on the floor
I'm a shell of a person
Empty to the core
Emotions flee me
Those worth feeling
I'm an empty soul
Beyond your healing
Begone with you
You pitiful fool
Leave me be here
In my pool of drool
Leave me to the voices
That eternal seek
They blind me with madness
And here alone I weep
Your touch - your embrace
Leave me be - just leave me be
Watch as this last breath
Is set free
Watch as the voices
Fade on the wind
Watch as my soul
Fills again
Blood shatters down
Down upon the floor
Teardrops of pain
I'll feel no more
Onward the storm rumbles
Toward a field of dreams
Where I lie here breathless
My soul set free
Thunder crashes
Across the skies
Beauty is held
There in your eyes
You enter your angel
So deep within
Taste of her passions
Your angel of sin
The world below
Begins to whirl
As you're lifted in flight
Bodies swirl
In ecstasy
In passionate delight
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
Darkness falls
There's no more light
Bare pale skin
Reflects in the night
Black wings
Comfort you then
In the wings of your angel
Your angel of sin
(c) 2005 Rainey Moon
Across the skies
Beauty is held
There in your eyes
You enter your angel
So deep within
Taste of her passions
Your angel of sin
The world below
Begins to whirl
As you're lifted in flight
Bodies swirl
In ecstasy
In passionate delight
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
Darkness falls
There's no more light
Bare pale skin
Reflects in the night
Black wings
Comfort you then
In the wings of your angel
Your angel of sin
(c) 2005 Rainey Moon
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Rainey Moon's (aka Kristy Tallman) work as a poet and author has won international acclaim. Her two
books, Timeless Souls, and Whispered Words, have been called by reviewers "...literary works that take
readers to the ultimate depths of the human soul..." and "...a roller coaster ride full of emotions and
thoughts..." Please visit her website at kristytallman.com to experience more of her remarkable work.
books, Timeless Souls, and Whispered Words, have been called by reviewers "...literary works that take
readers to the ultimate depths of the human soul..." and "...a roller coaster ride full of emotions and
thoughts..." Please visit her website at kristytallman.com to experience more of her remarkable work.
Eric Hathaway is the publisher of Plastic Fantastic, a quarterly magazine filled with beautiful, ethereal
images captured using the unique medium of plastic "toy cameras". He is the author of the books Miasma
and Portrait of My Lover. Please visit his website at plasticfantasticonline.com to view the works of the
photographers he displays.
images captured using the unique medium of plastic "toy cameras". He is the author of the books Miasma
and Portrait of My Lover. Please visit his website at plasticfantasticonline.com to view the works of the
photographers he displays.
Malcolm Deeley is the author of eleven books of poetry, paintings, and photography. He has been an
activist in the arts for over thirty years, assisting in the creation of many forums for poets and artists.
His work is available on Amazon.com, and excerpts from his works may be viewed at the Gromagon Press
Site Directory page.
activist in the arts for over thirty years, assisting in the creation of many forums for poets and artists.
His work is available on Amazon.com, and excerpts from his works may be viewed at the Gromagon Press
Site Directory page.
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Experience the powerful catharsis of Dark Poetry. Live as a committed activist against despair and violence. These things are not incompatible. These pages are a non-commercial effort by a community of poets, who wish to contribute to the work of making safe havens for women and children who are victims of domestic and other violence. In lieu of payment to the creators of this poetry and art, a regular donation is made to C.A.S.A. (Community Action Stops Abuse). The editor of this online project respectfully dedicates the works presented here to those who have made the choice to live their lives with kindness and responsibility -- and in particular to Don McGregor, who in his graphic novel "Detectives Inc., A Terror of Dying Dreams", brought (with artist Gene Colan) the power of his words to the issue of abuse, and depicted the strength and honor of those who stand against it. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ |
(c) 2006 Malcolm Deeley
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Excepts from Miasma
by Eric Hathaway
The decadent angels lie sleeping in each other's arms tonight.
Anesthetized, cauterized, shut down, switched off and sealed for safe keeping.
Somewhere in the sanctuary of my soul there is silence.
Unable to feel the pain now.
Low and warm in her rich candlelit room.
Embraced by smoke and soft silk arms as smooth as the dead.
Eyes that glow half lit in dim corridors ever beckoning me on and on...
Your curves are linear lines that flow perfectly
up from your back to the nape of your neck.
Symmetrical shoulders that strain under the weight of my heaving chest.
Hips that hold life, love and lust all intertwined.
No distinction do you make, all this from you I will take.
I took the poisonous pills to wash away the days with you.
I numbed the soul and quelled the heart in the arms of another.
Eyes closed I pretended that she was you in the drunken dark.
I awoke naked and disoriented, alone and frail, wanting home.
I still have a tiny cup stained with your lipstick.
Deep burgundy and brown. I will keep it to remember those cold, sweet kisses.
by Eric Hathaway
The decadent angels lie sleeping in each other's arms tonight.
Anesthetized, cauterized, shut down, switched off and sealed for safe keeping.
Somewhere in the sanctuary of my soul there is silence.
Unable to feel the pain now.
Low and warm in her rich candlelit room.
Embraced by smoke and soft silk arms as smooth as the dead.
Eyes that glow half lit in dim corridors ever beckoning me on and on...
Your curves are linear lines that flow perfectly
up from your back to the nape of your neck.
Symmetrical shoulders that strain under the weight of my heaving chest.
Hips that hold life, love and lust all intertwined.
No distinction do you make, all this from you I will take.
I took the poisonous pills to wash away the days with you.
I numbed the soul and quelled the heart in the arms of another.
Eyes closed I pretended that she was you in the drunken dark.
I awoke naked and disoriented, alone and frail, wanting home.
I still have a tiny cup stained with your lipstick.
Deep burgundy and brown. I will keep it to remember those cold, sweet kisses.
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(c) 2005 Eric Hathaway