I paint him the devil
He looks mighty fine in red
Hot combustion blowing steam
Rising from his head.
Evil laugh, wicked walk
I paint him choking puffs
Slithering, darkened, falling skies
Chained to my handcuffs.
Breaking free, he skitters…
I envy as they stare
Prostrated bloody knees
Riding on my mare.
I hate him, I love him
He’s sin wrapped in love
A delicate mix
Of raven and dove.
I eat him for dinner
He visits for lunch
Substitute carrots
Mighty munch-munch.
He’s toothpaste at midnight
Swirling and clean
Squeezed from the tube
Minty tureen
I duck in my pillow
Drift in a heap
Allow godly visions
Enter my sleep
Mix dreams with silver,
Mercy’s allowed--
I realize he’s human
Just human and proud.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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I lack the words to correctly communicate how awesome your poetry is. I really dont have the right words. I am drawn in completely.
And the "devil" sounds divine.
:-)
Hope your newish crib is treating you great.
Lovely rhythm :)
Ha!
I like.
Wow. Such pictures you have painted in this poem. Nice one!
Great fun and so true-you've cheered me up no end
Very, very clever...you have a mighty pen there...
Impressive...the more I read this the better it gets...very impressive...
Yep, it's that moment of utter clarity that comes suddenly only after we've villified someone all out of proportion. You've captured that rude awakening with broad strokes splashed across a potent canvas.
Well rhymed!
Damn, you're so good!
But what happened to those cute little sketches you used to make?
I got too busy and frustrated with my work... but I should get back into it... thanks for the question it might just encourage me...
:) ep
some really great stuff here!
Wow, that's amazing!
Great work!
Shabbat Shalom.
Interesting idea, here: good and evil (mm, mostly evil).
"Chained to my handcuffs.
Breaking free, he skitters . . ."
This section struck me when I read it, wondering what was going on here. Care to elaborate? Am I right that some of this is connected to human relationships, the beautiful bastards?
Thanks for stopping by my blog recently. Always love reading your stuff.
fantastic. could be about me (lol)
Cliff I will try to elaborate:
It's about having a conception of someone, lusting for them, being chained by this lust and then realizing that the person is just not as into me. Hence he breaks free. That's when I villify him... realize he's just a cheap bastard who used me. The conclusion though is he's not really a bastard at all, only I made him to be much more than he actually ever was... hence why it hurt and I felt the need to paint him mean.
Makes sense. Sorry it hurt so much.
EP: is this for real or fiction??
Why are you painting him mean...the fault was in you..you wanted someone and hence fell for him...he quenched "your" lust...victory would be in internalizing the fault and then figuring out the pschology behind committing it before forgiving yourself and moving on...
Shikha, actually, that's the beauty of art -- I can paint someone however I wish. The real beauty however is viewing the art once it's done and realizing the extremities of my own feelings and how out of proportion they are-- that's when I can move on. There's nothing like the ridiculous to snap one into reality.
Well EP...I kinda agree with the essence of you are saying.
However I feel our perspectives while reading/writing were different and hence the different approaches...
and yes..sorry if the words hit you hard initially!!
Oh, it's okay Shikha, I appreciate your input. I don't mind the fact that the words hit me hard, it gave me something to think about. Thanks.
you really must have loved him very much, to hate him so much...
no, I loved the symbol of what he represents, not the actual man.
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