Napkins: Rare Poetry and Prose Archives, 1995-2004 by Steve Dustcircle - HTML preview

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Dance (undated)

 

I wanna dance with you in the dark

I want my root deep where you are

And wherever you go

I want you to know

That with you, you take my heart

 

I wanna sleep wrapped in your arms

I want your voice to be my alarm

And whatever it takes

I vow no mistakes

'Coz with you, you have my heart

 

 

Dark Stroll (via 2002)

 

I'm a dark stroll
The shadows that seek refuge behind tombstones
Hiding from inevitable life forms

 

I'm a dark walk
A black cat that perches as a bird upon a fence
Awaiting food, offering the night songs
Songs of sweet sorrow
As a crow calls out to trespassers

 

The 'witching hours' they call them
yet in these hours is my safety
My counsel are they

 

If among the graves are evil spirits that freely roam
Why do i feel alone
Perhaps demons feed off the living
So they leave me be
Alone to worship God how i know to
How i want to
How i love to, uninhibited

 

No soul to criticize me
No persons to judge or chastise me

 

I'm almost as dead as those who surround me
Yet I'm alive with my God here, he and i alone

 

Maybe the others who live are dead
And the dead are those who live
On the dark walk
The dark stroll