Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "civil-twilight"
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Until I know more, I'll continue to write about humans; they are the only monsters I know of. Hemingway my way around, fumble with my typewriter and stumble on paper. Until I learn some new fiction, I'll keep fretting about the human condition.
For it's not about the boles of trees nor about paper made of cotton, or about mossdreams. Unfortunately, it's about writing. But is the surfeit of prettily worded imaginations enough? Tragically, the words chose me, fought for me, begirding me with their lust, doing me a huge disservice of sheltering me from my kind and giving me the kindness of want.
But Nothing is planetary anymore on this planet. Nothing is left, no bees, no beetles. There are only shadows left whispering lies about wars to come and monsters that are going to save us.
And What Monsters are there for you to fight - the ones you condone or the ones you won't condemn.
I can't do it, I can't - I cannot be in the dark with you. Without me, the darkness is more than willing to be in you.
When you love a wet darkness it's easy to say goodbye to the Sun.
Plunged into that darkness, only the cat knew. Now She knows loss.
There darkness was a pretty girl and here there's not even a window to the stars.
Not the masks we wear, not the words we swallow, not the lies we tell our children, when feeling the blunt of humanity.
For it's not about the boles of trees nor about paper made of cotton, or about mossdreams. Unfortunately, it's about writing. But is the surfeit of prettily worded imaginations enough? Tragically, the words chose me, fought for me, begirding me with their lust, doing me a huge disservice of sheltering me from my kind and giving me the kindness of want.
But Nothing is planetary anymore on this planet. Nothing is left, no bees, no beetles. There are only shadows left whispering lies about wars to come and monsters that are going to save us.
And What Monsters are there for you to fight - the ones you condone or the ones you won't condemn.
I can't do it, I can't - I cannot be in the dark with you. Without me, the darkness is more than willing to be in you.
When you love a wet darkness it's easy to say goodbye to the Sun.
Plunged into that darkness, only the cat knew. Now She knows loss.
There darkness was a pretty girl and here there's not even a window to the stars.
Not the masks we wear, not the words we swallow, not the lies we tell our children, when feeling the blunt of humanity.
