...there's nothing like darkness [an original poem]

there's nothing like darkness
it sucks me in and forces me to write
there's nothing like inertness
it's inspiration's despite

I can take a drink and a dive
get lost, grapple and thrive
I can wring a thousand words from your silence
plus melancholy and resignation from my own violence
I can contemplate the last ten years
and count the anxiety attacks I exchanged for my rational fears
I can give up reading yet another book about the now,
put down my mindfulness, because, hey, somehow

there's nothing like darkness
it's just absence of of light
there's nothing like peace
it's just the absence of fright

I should just get better at nursing the hipster in me
roll with the caffeine in my fair trade green tea
I could pick up more organic fast food
and throw it in a dumpster for someone to loot
I should get my visa and suspend some art in my kitchen
drink a bit more tea while the critiques are bitchin'
I could write an article about the abuse of ADHD drugs
and do nothing about that the doctors give no fucks

there's nothing like darkness
it's just absence of of enlightenment
there's nothing like peace
it's just the absence of perceived torment

I can take a stance on paternal rights on abortion
that won't keep me from extortion
And I can bring relief aid after the latest man-made flood
while still buying another phone filled with fresh blood
I can sit and vote with a thousand likes
of which not a single one will stop my government's airstrikes
I can stop at the street and talk to Mr. Hangaround
and let you know what I found

yeah, he said:
there's nothing like darkness
it's just absence of of light
there's nothing like peace
it's just the absence of might

I can earn a living from designing explosives,
corrosives and my own psychosis
I can work my ass of you and you and you
but in the end you're too few
I can gather for a speakers corner up here later
but noone's gonna go 'cause there is no cater
I can cry my eyes out the coming nights
but stunning cynicism is my break lights

there's nothing like darkness
to make me glow harder
there's nothing like peace
to make me suspect more disorder

nineteen eighty four is blinking like a neon tube
but when the power's up there's nothing to recoup
we're selling out truth and get paid in lies,
history reprise and more enterdrainment from the television guys
nine-eleven was the cornerstone of lost integrity
supporting only power craving ecstasy
oh no, we don't need no more ambiguous over-fights
we just gotta step up to some human rights

fuck, there's such a vast darkness
and its freaking the state of the art
fuck, these roadmaps to peace
the first thing we need is a heart

the most egoistic wish for happiness and joy
is found in the most altruistic alloy:
meaningful work done for another being
dancing, writing, sharing and freeing
telling a new story, yelling out an old trauma
being resistant and strong with this world's flora and fauna
please, join me in love and kindness
you'll be paid in vital light and essential darkness