Kay
16.12.2004 02:10 |
[No rhymes -- just random thought. :) If anyone wants to e-mail me, do so at [email protected]. Garsh, and to everyone please be nice and don't steal my work.]
The times of my bloody tears and my crimson love
have left me and yet I remain drowned in the anamnesis that I cannot escape.
Not with total awareness I walk where the path has been worn
by dancing heels and rubber soles of dreams
as glints of red gauze and mists of foggy ancestry greet me with curses
no longer potent yet with voices that throb harmlessly with the beat of my own life.
A stream runs red as arias of weeping violins choke the sky
with black smudges of broken photos dusty with forgotten recollection for
I am Macbeth, King of Men yet ruler of nothing, driven into the gray shadows
of my life by the same temptress who in her glorious light beseeched Napoleon to her breast
and I cry “Woe to Josephine and woe to my own!”
Lured by the poisoned words of a honeyed whore I tread softly
through this hellish black wood that I have fabricated for myself
thinking “What, this Inferno? What of my pardon?” but then I see
no Virgil to guide me as the harpies of reason nip at the raw heels of denial --
denial that I still cloak myself with, blind to its tattered uselessness.
Yet this sinner still wonders why the winter cold chills hollow bones.
And even as I walk on shards of broken love and brush away thorns
of false smiles the Dark Castle above thunders silently with comforting ruthlessness
up on the hallowed hills that I have sought refuge in for so many empty years.
Will I accept the rose of salvation that will guide me out of this tangled wilderness?
The hag extends her withered hand to offer me a red red rose
a rose with the power to take away power and tumble the Dark Castle of my dreams
and I turn her away into the freezing winter gloom --
forgive me hag for I am a beast, a beast still shackled to my own chain of desire
whilst choking on the remnants of my dreams.
And still as I continue my journey I lose myself in the endless void of my life and think
times of my bloody tears and my crimson love
have left me and yet I remain drowned in the anamnesis that I cannot escape.
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Lee
18.12.2004 00:17 |
This is amazing. It's filled with such intense imagery. I especially like "Lured by the poisoned words of a honeyed whore I tread softly". Really wonderful work! Thanks for sharing it. |
Kay
21.12.2004 00:23 |
Thanks, Lee! :) Your comment means a lot. |
YohannL
18.01.2005 12:34 |
That is a breath taking poem if ever there was one.
I loved the part of"king of men yet ruler of nothing"I'll have to email you my poem called "The Watcher"
thx again for the enlightenment. |
Kay
04.03.2005 03:16 |
Bwah, my e-mail is changed. It's:
[email protected]
I'm having problems with my other one. So please e-mail me at the above address to discuss poetry-stuff. :)
I'm sorry, Lee, for taking up your space . . . |
