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Totem and Tattoo
Electricity shooting through nimble fingers becoming self aware in movement
Destined little digits spider-crawling to embrace their first pen
How effortlessly it would pour
Dawning of the prodigy to emerge in drawn luminosity
Unloved blank pages seduce eyes with sultry fragrance
Yearning for loving tip
To be sanctified by the cadence of illustration
Fine line work setting foundation to the kingdom of creation
Ambrosial touches of shading
Seeing with gifted vision dynamics intense like freight train collisions
(The pen morphs into a gun)
Stainless and precise
Setting forth to link the gospel of ink through the bite of piercing needle
Sweetest hum of mechanical bee
Teasingly dipping blood as phallus into flower
Breathing life into conception on the palace of living beings
Flux of flourishing virtuosity earning such passionate worship
Devotees thirst for every drop of incandescent ritual
Controlled abrasion making love to nude pores
Legions sacrifice canvas of skin to the Pantheon for the ceremony to usher in the New Gods of Art
Published 28th Mar 2011
| Edited 4th Apr 2011
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28th Mar 2011 8:15pm
This poem is pure art..
Flux of flourishing virtuosity earning such passionate worship
Devotees thirst for every drop of incandescent ritual
Controlled abrasion making love to nude pores
Legions sacrifice canvas of skin to the Pantheon for the ceremony to usher in the New Gods of Art
So poetically beautiful..peace Crimsin
Flux of flourishing virtuosity earning such passionate worship
Devotees thirst for every drop of incandescent ritual
Controlled abrasion making love to nude pores
Legions sacrifice canvas of skin to the Pantheon for the ceremony to usher in the New Gods of Art
So poetically beautiful..peace Crimsin
29th Mar 2011 00:02am
Anonymous
28th Mar 2011 11:29pm
This is poem is like one long, sustained orgasm. Each line is almost a masterpiece in and of itself, without the context of what precedes and succeeds it. My only suggestion is that you use just one bracket on each side of the line "the pen morphs into a gun". As it is it looks weird and unecessary.
I think you've found your signature style. A dense and surreal canvas of lines thrown together without punctuation, but still perfectly tuned.
I think you've found your signature style. A dense and surreal canvas of lines thrown together without punctuation, but still perfectly tuned.
Thank you very much
"I think you've found your signature style. A dense and surreal canvas of lines thrown together without punctuation, but still perfectly tuned."
I found this intresting because it also perfectly describes my muralesque drawing style as well
"I think you've found your signature style. A dense and surreal canvas of lines thrown together without punctuation, but still perfectly tuned."
I found this intresting because it also perfectly describes my muralesque drawing style as well
29th Mar 2011 2:16am
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