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Poetae Tyrannidem
the sun beats down upon the unshielded land & the
malicious, cascading oceans, & scorches the earth.
the moon bears witness. and she weeps.
we are the scribes of nomadic tribes, wandering
the deserts of humanity, recording the disasters
of history and the agonies of our ill-meditated lives.
we seek the vagaries of love in the dewy face of the
rose, only to be embraced by her thorny vines; left
bleeding from extant wounds.
our thirst for lust is greater than our thirst for the sweet
waters of the infrequent oasis.
how many women can a man dominate, a man who
makes violent & accursed poems? to captivate a
woman who is enraptured by malevolent fantasies,
who desires the yoke of kajira. the scourge of a
leather-tongued whip across her pallid ass; the vile
cane spoken harshly upon her quivering thighs.
daughter of Persephone, who knows the flowering fields
of Paradise, & the lamentable corridors of Hell. cerise
welts & capsaisin tears are the cosmetics that intensify
your beauty, & satiate my savage need. can your passion
endure through countless hours of amorous abuse?
if you run away, I will hunt you.
if you hide, I will find you.
you are the testament of my terrible rage,
and upon your flesh, I will carve my legacy…
Published 10th Feb 2014
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10th Feb 2014 11:32am
For some reason I'm reminded of this quote: The biggest coward is a man who awakens a woman’s love with no intention of loving her.
- Bob Marley
... There are so many great dynamics at play here John ... Great scribe!
- Bob Marley
... There are so many great dynamics at play here John ... Great scribe!
10th Feb 2014 1:48pm
this poem is a magnificent piece of art that you created,it has the vibe intellect and furthermore its fun.
10th Feb 2014 3:45pm
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10th Feb 2014 4:43pm
freakin' hawt wryte john rM
10th Feb 2014 9:00pm
Mind-blowing write, I can definitely relate to, well, most of it, atleast. Kinda lost me with that last stanza.
11th Feb 2014 8:19am
11th Feb 2014 9:31am
This poem has references to Greek mythology, and uses Latin words, and then a word from a series of novels called Gor, published in the 60's. I can understand the references to antiquity but I am quite lost on the reference to 'kajira' (I know nothing about Gor or its author) - but I can understand it is modern usage/context. I suppose the Gor novels used Latin grammar/inflections for certain words.
But I like it nonetheless, John.
But I like it nonetheless, John.
11th Feb 2014 10:10am
'Kajira' means 'slave' or 'sex-slave.' I found it used by another writer here, & acquired a fondness for it...
11th Feb 2014 1:17pm
Oh I did look up the term, John, and found out that it was invented by a certain John Norman (a pen name), professor of philosophy and novelist. The term appears in his series of novels called Gor. Through that novel, he seems to have created a whole vocabulary of words (Latinized, it seems) to describe the universe of his tales.
Later, without Norman's participation, a subculture emerged from his Gor novels, a subculture of sexual master-slave lifestyles called "Gorean."
I was totally ignorant of these before I read your poem and saw the term.
Later, without Norman's participation, a subculture emerged from his Gor novels, a subculture of sexual master-slave lifestyles called "Gorean."
I was totally ignorant of these before I read your poem and saw the term.
11th Feb 2014 11:17pm
That is breathtaking, John! Strong words, hunting and haunting images ... brilliantly woven story! Love it!
12th Feb 2014 1:16am
12th Feb 2014 1:28pm
2nd Mar 2014 7:23am
It feels like a longing for the tender, through the path of the fierce. A brilliant piece of poetry.
