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There is universality
in that spectacle at the end of day
It is an end of things,
a truncation of a mode of existence
that most associate
with work and wakefulness
It is gradation
between the fire
of daytime’s engine furnace
and the gentler clime of Night

I don’t care much for sunrise
It means that I have things to do
that need must interfere
with the placement of my energies,
irrigating my efforts
into channels predetermined
without spontaneity
and well beyond my will -
merely for paying bills,
resources to survive

Dusk is my harbinger,
calling me to ponder
awakening my mind
to the energy
of dark skies
the pallette of the wise
upon which velvet canvass
I paint starkest
truths and fictions
from my own darkness

Dawn and Dusk
are unacquainted,
known only to each other
through all of us
who watch the skies together
some who wish
for clear blue skies forever,
others for eternal Night
We vainly wish for one
while we endure the other

Like William Blake’s
two brothers
They hate each other,
polarized eternally -
They hate and pity
one another -
on opposing sides
of Time,
of old Earth’s endless turning
and ceaseless passions of the human heart

The Alienist

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The following comments are for "Rotation"
by The Alienist


Oh! Those progressive states between night and daylight that continuously occur and most take for granted. The day; full of futile attempts to act important, but It’s only a mere farce. The sodden skies; full of its murky energy, “truths”, and fiction. I always thought the “vampire” schedule works best for some people unless they can’t sleep at all, and that’s how they know about the rotation which is so striking.


( Posted by: macbeth [Member] On: March 30, 2006 )

...and if you've read some of my other poetry, you know that sleep is a huge issue with me. I'm one of those people who sleeps with a C-PAP machine, with a tube strapped to my face.

I've got severe apnea and severe insomnia. The insomnia I can cope with, but without the C-PAP I'd be more or less nonfunctional. I'd never be able to teach.

Yes, the Night's murky energies are those with the most truths AND fictions, the most mystery. It is the most fertile.

( Posted by: the alienist [Member] On: March 30, 2006 )

I liked your poem but I think you could have done better than that! And I would like to know what country you are from because I am from the U.S.A!
I do not apreciate what you said about my country.
Please try not to offend people because you will never know who you are going to offend.


( Posted by: Whilst [Member] On: April 22, 2006 )

the USA
I have plenty of things to say about the USA, which does immense evil for the sake of few, in the name of all of us, which is eminently wrong. You may not like to hear it, but the things I say are true.

As for the poem, what is it I could've done better? I'm sure I've written better poems however I wonder what exactly you find at fault?

( Posted by: the alienist [Member] On: April 22, 2006 )

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