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cemetery road
travelled those lonely highways
only to hesitate at the junction of
tobacco & cemetery roads, afraid to
move forward when I know I can’t turn back.
there’s nothing to go back to anyway…
they dropped me, in the rags of a soldier, onto
desecrated battlefields. they put a rifle in my
hands. I shoot into the darkness, wondering if
the bullet hits something. estimating the value of
my own life if it doesn’t.
a turbulent reverie that blazes like wildfire,
till the whiskey washes it away.
when the mist fades in the alleyways of my hideous
recall, the parade begins: those angels in shades of
blue, beguilers & whores, who instruct an undisciplined
man in the proper use of his hands & mouth, for their
own glory. & I repay their intent with kindred debauchery;
I leave them tainted, painted with lipstick smears &
mascara tears. harlequin veneer of pretend lovers.
and thus has my journey evolved, along these trails
of lust & inglorious dust.
where are the lovesongs of the heart? do they hang in the
mercurial air, do they cling to the raindrops, awaiting the
industrious quill, to be moved with grace by the doubtful poet?
every song is a silence;
every melody is a dirge.
and so I cower in the brightest sunlight,
empty of heart & of spirit,
yet justified.
a poet without poetry.
Published 2nd Oct 2014
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2nd Oct 2014 2:09am
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2nd Oct 2014 5:09pm
Such a bold political n pereonal statement
If only every one of us could express inner turmoil n depression so eloquently sir.
I must say....i personally could NEVER picture u ever being a poet void of poetry
If only every one of us could express inner turmoil n depression so eloquently sir.
I must say....i personally could NEVER picture u ever being a poet void of poetry
2nd Oct 2014 7:55pm
Dang your mind is an Awesome place to visit!!! Read this like 3 times and got something different each time..this definitely goes on my list..by the time i got done with the 4th stanza all i could think about was the sade song 'soldier of love' lol now i gotta go listen to it cause its stuck in my head..would quote a favorite line but would end up quoting the whole thing..Outstanding to say the least!!! Enjoyed immensely :)
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3rd Oct 2014 9:55am
Dis won iza whinner.
3rd Oct 2014 12:10pm
3rd Oct 2014 1:51pm
Quite a write Mr Feddle. Brilliant. Love the sadness revealed as one understands the angels in shadows of blue that travel the same lonely road, such a road becomes numbing, beaten skin unable to feel the deep touches that would fill the quill of love.
Empty well of poetry.
Empty well of poetry.
4th Oct 2014 4:28am
Holy crap!! Love this in it's entirety but truly this?
"where are the lovesongs of the heart? do they hang in the
mercurial air, do they cling to the raindrops, awaiting the
industrious quill, to be moved with grace by the doubtful poet?
every song is a silence;
every melody is a dirge.
and so I cower in the brightest sunlight,
empty of heart & of spirit,
yet justified.
a poet without poetry. " this hardest...
"where are the lovesongs of the heart? do they hang in the
mercurial air, do they cling to the raindrops, awaiting the
industrious quill, to be moved with grace by the doubtful poet?
every song is a silence;
every melody is a dirge.
and so I cower in the brightest sunlight,
empty of heart & of spirit,
yet justified.
a poet without poetry. " this hardest...
4th Oct 2014 4:39pm
It's with the utmost difficulty to gather my words. Words that would be fitting to such imperially emotive poetry. Each verse is packed with your brilliant indigo. It's a path of completion in my mind. A ring of fire. A poets steps into the vastness of a fierce reality. In awe, always, John. Thank you for writing!!
5th Oct 2014 11:56am
Wow! I'm with poetic desire in that I read this several times and each time, I got something different. What a brilliant man you are John!
6th Oct 2014 7:00pm
under 'poet without poetry' are quite few different characters imaginable...in my perception you described one who has nothing to loose and is prodigal to what life serves him..i find the end of poem gives somewhat as open end for thought and feeling..enjoyed your narrative..
11th Jul 2016 7:54am
