Light in Me

In an attempt to be peaceful,

Someone told me, ‘I see the light in you for sure!’

It has haunted me ever since.

Deep in the darkness of Mother Africa,

The pure humans formed.

Then in come the interlopers who travelled up north,

Turning their skin paler and paler.

They mated with Homo Neanderthalensis

and now these sons of interlopers had to soothe their egos.

A story came: light is good, light is pure, light is friendly.

Embrace the light.

Light is the promise of safety

Promise of good

Promise of friendship

So good, so pure,

Until the light shackles us

Strangles us until we become

Content with conformity and routine.

Embrace the light

The story went on,

Brainwashing us.

Until ‘point to the good child’

And we point to the light.

Darkness is sin and shameful.

We live on, plagued by the light.

The light in me.

The dark in me.

Mixed Breed.

Because darkness is a stranger and so exotic

To be stared at by the zoo patrons,

To be tamed.

Darkness is the barbarian, the savage in the night

Killing without honor. Without a friend.

Embrace the good, the pure

Because jazz is so naughty.

I am not convinced by the goodness of light.

I am not convinced by its purity story.

I want to reject the light and the darkness.

I don’t see the light in me but yet it’s always there.

Mixed Breed.

I will buy the light is a good story, for you,

For peace.

I will buy that, sunny days are better than stormy weather

I will buy that fair is good.

Know that light is outweighed by the darkness in the cosmos.

I do not fight for the light

But the darkness of truth.

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Kieran the Imp

One Light Flickers

It was dark and damp, the cellar was. She wondered how she ended up in this hole in the ground, tied to ancient radiator. Yes, there had been mistakes. A mistake was how she had ended up here after all. She could trace all the mistakes to one turning point in her life. One single moment. The moment she met her. The blonde woman. Oh yes, it would be so easy to say, “the blonde woman made me do it,” or “if she hadn’t dragged me out of the house, this wouldn’t have happened.” But she couldn’t blame the blonde woman. After all, she had chose to leave the house with the blonde woman knowing even on that first day she would probably die. But it had been an adventure.

                Oh well, she thought. She had to deal with her choices. She had to understand why she wanted this blonde woman in her life. The sex was amazing, sure. The blonde woman was attractive and brilliant, yeah. But on the “con” side, she was stuck to an ancient radiator sitting on a dirt floor in a cellar. There wasn’t any goods or boxes in the cellar. She should have thought of it like a dungeon but she didn’t want to make it more real than it was. She didn’t want to think that the old man with the loose jaw and the yellow crooked teeth was right. He told her, “the blonde bitch isn’t coming.”

                That couldn’t be right. She always came. She wouldn’t have just left her in a darken hole in the ground, would she? She meant more to her than just some lucky companion, didn’t she? Would she? Didn’t she? Where was the blonde woman? When was the blonde woman coming?

                There was a single light. Just one light but it was flickering. She watched it flicker and she kept hoping.Would she come? Didn't she matter to the blonde woman? Would she? Didn't she? Was he?

               That light kept flicker throughout the night and in the morning it was turned off.