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specimen in a jar
what an irony that
deep emotion - was it rage
unbearable joy, despair -
drove reason to disparage love
and tear her (that is loves)
heart out
don’t get me wrong , he was methodical
with his scalpel
the cut lines precise
there was an odd beauty to the
geometry of his destruction
and the last beat – heart
dead in his hands
he describes it as efficient
the blood now cold
the heart
a specimen in a jar
these jarred hearts
are everywhere
walking the street
riding the train
lying next to us
in bed
i bleed to prove
i am alive
and sing songs
to resurrect the hearts
in jars
deep emotion - was it rage
unbearable joy, despair -
drove reason to disparage love
and tear her (that is loves)
heart out
don’t get me wrong , he was methodical
with his scalpel
the cut lines precise
there was an odd beauty to the
geometry of his destruction
and the last beat – heart
dead in his hands
he describes it as efficient
the blood now cold
the heart
a specimen in a jar
these jarred hearts
are everywhere
walking the street
riding the train
lying next to us
in bed
i bleed to prove
i am alive
and sing songs
to resurrect the hearts
in jars
Published 7th Jan 2014
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- Edited 9th Jan 2014 1:34am
7th Jan 2014 5:26am
You say You bleed to prove
You are alive and sing songs
to resurrect the hearts in jars
But you aren't just bleeding and singing
You are the light.
Your existence is the very beckoning strength
needed but almost forgotten as living, that will resurrect the hearts
You are what they whisper about in myths.
Your blood is the nectar of life
everyone longs to drink
and your songs rises to break jars.
You are mesmerizing in every inch
of your being.
You are too ethereal your words worked to prove
the inner intentions of your flickered warmth meant to be fueled
to burn in song resurrecting specimens in jars
into phoenixes from the aches.
You are alive and sing songs
to resurrect the hearts in jars
But you aren't just bleeding and singing
You are the light.
Your existence is the very beckoning strength
needed but almost forgotten as living, that will resurrect the hearts
You are what they whisper about in myths.
Your blood is the nectar of life
everyone longs to drink
and your songs rises to break jars.
You are mesmerizing in every inch
of your being.
You are too ethereal your words worked to prove
the inner intentions of your flickered warmth meant to be fueled
to burn in song resurrecting specimens in jars
into phoenixes from the aches.
8th Jan 2014 1:06am
poignant metaphorialism.....
a bravo poom for sure^^
~(wish some Silvian type lady would gush over my pro'fun'ditties
like
that.....but alas, on to my lonesome death)~
O my. poet Semaj..loved that mention of deep emotion irony in S1 ...n the clinical kill ..n the imagery of jarred specimens all around..
The last stanza proves ur tender heart, poet..perfect way to revive these hearts ..beautiful , effective, short n perfect scribe.
esp. the scalpel operative procedures n the efficient kill! perfect!!!
this piece struck almost 70% similarity of pen n thoughts with one of my earlier pieces in dup,"guinea pig" (washed out my many poems including this by my senseless angry craziness?! once LOL) though would love to give a link at my lousy blog
http://uma136.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/guinea-pig/
thankyou for the read.
The last stanza proves ur tender heart, poet..perfect way to revive these hearts ..beautiful , effective, short n perfect scribe.
esp. the scalpel operative procedures n the efficient kill! perfect!!!
this piece struck almost 70% similarity of pen n thoughts with one of my earlier pieces in dup,"guinea pig" (washed out my many poems including this by my senseless angry craziness?! once LOL) though would love to give a link at my lousy blog
http://uma136.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/guinea-pig/
thankyou for the read.
4th Apr 2014 10:12pm
she of words that paint like cameras slings her dipping brush across the earth and touches my jarred heart, beats a bowing thank you and smile into hers the same
