From: squacken@zephyr.cair.du.edu (The Black Dreaming Unicorn)
Subject: BlackMist Poems 3 
Keywords: condolences
Organization: University of Denver
Date: Mon, 13 Apr 92 22:20:02 GMT

Once again.. some more Blackmist Poems.. and more to come


217) *Portrait*


This is a picture of you
Reading this poem.
Concentrate.
on the movement of your eyes
as you watch the glowing letters
scroll slowly up your screen.
As you blink, to relieve the strain on your eyes..
while you stare intently at your glowing screen...

Feel..
The  keyboard, your fingers
as they move unconsciously,
across the hard keys, and hit
the delete key.
Focus on the particular way
Your hair falls, The damp scent of hair spray
The placement of your feet,
Numb because you have forgotten to move them,
Now tingling with feeling cause you have
thought to move them.

Hear..
The sounds that surround you..
the ticking of the clock,
 the steps of someone walking by.
the branch of the tree outside your window
tapping on the glass, waiting for you to let it in..
the faint buzz coming from the back of your computer..
Imagine yourself
ten feet away, and look back
at your body position
hunched over a key board,
Rigid and still, The ache
of your neck and back from lack of movement.
Note, the expression on your face,
Blank,  as though hypnotized by the blinking 
lights. Staring into nothingness
aware of nothing but your screen
oblivious to the world around you
or the fact that your friend is trying 
desperately to talk to you..

This is a portrait,
Of yourself, as seen by yourself (and others)
this portrait is finished,
when you sign off and walk
away from your computer,
and once again become part
 of the real world around you.

7/17/91




219)*Freedom Of The Black Unicorn*

Envision a unicorn
black as night
With head held high
black beauty in flight

Sprouting from her crown
spiralling through the sky..
A horn of twisted gold..
through your dreams she'll fly..

Running across the land of dreams
her golden hoofs sparkle and glow
Racing across the mystic mountain tops..
she plays in the icy snow

The golden bridle is just a myth.
It will not hold her to thee
No hand may touch her golden mane
No master`s voice does she heed

Free to roam the earth by day
and through your dreams at night
If you are so lucky, you might get to see
the black unicorn playing in the moon light

Captured by her beauty
try to catch her if you dare
But be wary of her evil heart
or getting caught by her hypnotizing stare

In dreams you will see her
Majestic with her horn of twisted gold..
Playing in her mountain snow
beauty for the bold to behold..

Copyright 7/18/91 by Blackmist The irc Poet



220)  *The Lonely Road Of Life*

 Last night I had a dream
 a dream I've had before
 I dream I'm walking down a path
 my friends are there, but walk silently past
 I reach out, and there is nothing there
 and I wonder, as they blankly stare
 past me, eyes intent on  another place
 and I know I'm not wanted in their space
 So I walk down this path
 darkness ahead, darkness behind
 and confusion rules my mind...
 Mist hides my view on either side
 I know not where I'm going
 or why I even try
 Maybe I know in my heart
 somewhere there is blue sky..
 So each night I dream
 of friends, that will never be
 A road that never ends
 a life with just me..
 and as I walk this lonely path
 my friends are left behind
 I wish I was not so lonely
 as confusion rules my mind....

221)    *silent cries*
 
 I call in the night
 to ears that will never hear
 The echo of those three words
 whispered into the empty air

 I reach out to hold
 what I wave no more
 late into the night I call
 and wonder what's left to live for

 my arms have no one to hold
 and those ears do not hear my call
 so I shall live forever lonely
 within these silent halls..
     7/22/91