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knight sinister
what good are mirrors? don’t look in a mirror
to find yourself, that’s not you.
I’ve tracked you over trails of gunpowder & tears,
when the sky is a sea of cloud islands, to penetrate
the black&white alcoves where you dwell. to strip
away your bleak robes & find your colors: your eyes,
your hair; the clothes you wear when you go to your
classes & your office.
when the trail ends at your wall of secrets, I study your verses
to discover your portrait. the songs I hear are discordant,
dolorous, & the streets are graveyards interring yesterday’s
dragons. battles engaged, & victories that garnered nights of
brief harmony. but tomorrow comes, & there are more dragons.
I stand on a roped bridge, plain & inglorious, revealed to you
without my armor of shadows. & I would stand there naked so
that you could see clean through me, to find my heart, & know
that your name is written on it.
inviolate of the thundering night, I patrol my guard post, at a
noble distance from your slumber. your languorous form rests
securely under your duvet, & I desire the woman who sleeps
there; but I will not come into your bed unless you reach for
me & call my name.
my heart tells me that love is more valorous than lust, as it
hastens to conquer my rebelist libido. but I’m not sure that
I love you better than I can fuck you…
(Art: Marcelo Montecino)
Published 31st Jul 2015
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31st Jul 2015 10:25pm
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This is beautifully brutal honesty of a person bridged between the spiritual and the flesh. Desire juxtaposed with doubt; valor coupling uncertainty amid the virtue of patience. I was immediately reminded me of a biblical verse (paraphrased): Wake not love before its time lest it fade and die. I found it particularly interesting that you wrote of dragons and a roped bridge, as if their fire could destroy you in your vulnerable state.
Nakedness is as unnecessary as mirrors to view oneself, or the hearts of others.
31st Jul 2015 10:41pm
The pic looks as if the narrator is speaking to her as she stands undressed about to look into the mirror, and has just been averted from it.
Too lovely to be sinister, they are words of a loving man who is protective, honest about himself, marvels about her and believes that what she (and he) may see in the mirror is not all of her, looking beyond the body to heart and soul.
Too lovely to be sinister, they are words of a loving man who is protective, honest about himself, marvels about her and believes that what she (and he) may see in the mirror is not all of her, looking beyond the body to heart and soul.
1st Aug 2015 1:08am
I'm never quite sure whether you're writing about your personal journey or not ....
When I was once asked this about my erotic poems I answered 'a little bit yes, a little bit no...'
And I guess that's why your words are delicious and honest JF....because we don't really know...
I'll savour these ones....😌
When I was once asked this about my erotic poems I answered 'a little bit yes, a little bit no...'
And I guess that's why your words are delicious and honest JF....because we don't really know...
I'll savour these ones....😌
Anonymous
1st Aug 2015 3:56am
There's a great deal of vulnerability in this John, which most do not dare to be open and exposed and I love how you dare to explore that side of ourselves. Beautiful last verse, i may have to visit this again.
1st Aug 2015 6:21am
Your writing is original thought provoking and very special.
I can empathise with your sense of detachment and fear
This is beautifully written a a piece of writing that merits many reads as it just keeps giving.
I can empathise with your sense of detachment and fear
This is beautifully written a a piece of writing that merits many reads as it just keeps giving.
1st Aug 2015 7:48am
"I’ve tracked you over trails of gunpowder & tears"
~well-paved lessons midst the trails of this coveted conquest, provoking.
"I study your verses
to discover your portrait."
~lovely thought to unmask the whole.
"the streets are graveyards interring yesterday’s
dragons"
~always more dragons.. sighs.. myriad w/ bold descripts.
Killer hot end line.. I say, try for both..lol. take care great sir ;)
~d
~well-paved lessons midst the trails of this coveted conquest, provoking.
"I study your verses
to discover your portrait."
~lovely thought to unmask the whole.
"the streets are graveyards interring yesterday’s
dragons"
~always more dragons.. sighs.. myriad w/ bold descripts.
Killer hot end line.. I say, try for both..lol. take care great sir ;)
~d
1st Aug 2015 9:50am
this reminds me of cage john. not style or writing it's jus wierd in a good sense....you're prolly not into that stuff but you are a better writer than him and i reallly dig his stuff...............
see if you like it...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_YdybS1thQ
you are way better tho...
see if you like it...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_YdybS1thQ
you are way better tho...
1st Aug 2015 4:30pm
John such a tender beautiful write adorned with gems..
this really touched my heart..
when the trail ends at your wall of secrets, I study your verses
to discover your portrait. the songs I hear are discordant,
dolorous, & the streets are graveyards interring yesterday’s
dragons. battles engaged, & victories that garnered nights of
brief harmony. but tomorrow comes, & there are more dragons
masterful stirring ink I bow to you love Crim
this really touched my heart..
when the trail ends at your wall of secrets, I study your verses
to discover your portrait. the songs I hear are discordant,
dolorous, & the streets are graveyards interring yesterday’s
dragons. battles engaged, & victories that garnered nights of
brief harmony. but tomorrow comes, & there are more dragons
masterful stirring ink I bow to you love Crim
1st Aug 2015 5:50pm
there's an air of uncertainty here that i really love
steller as always mister
steller as always mister
Anonymous
1st Aug 2015 10:49pm
JFeddeler, why is it that you can always smitten this 'Doll'?. . .*sigh*. . .You are gifted as you are mysterious. . .Excellent piece. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
2nd Aug 2015 00:31am
Damit John! You had me swooning g at the 4th stamza, but by the last......you broke my heart .
Still, your ink has me hypnotized ; )
Still, your ink has me hypnotized ; )
2nd Aug 2015 4:23am
JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
That final line fascinates me only because I find myself uncertain why there's the need for qualification (even quantification, mayhap?) in this manner for it seems to me as though you've said naught discounting an ability to love and love exceeding well.
Assuredly, I could be mistaken here, but I think not in this instance.
In light of the above, I say tis false construct you set and false contradiction thus imposed, ne c'est pas? :-*
I'll leave you with this argument or hypothesis for proof or disproof, if you will:
In this instance, mayhap, your earnest fucking is the most sincere expression possible of your love --- in which case I say, oh luv, then fuck her surpassing well... :-*
That final line fascinates me only because I find myself uncertain why there's the need for qualification (even quantification, mayhap?) in this manner for it seems to me as though you've said naught discounting an ability to love and love exceeding well.
Assuredly, I could be mistaken here, but I think not in this instance.
In light of the above, I say tis false construct you set and false contradiction thus imposed, ne c'est pas? :-*
I'll leave you with this argument or hypothesis for proof or disproof, if you will:
In this instance, mayhap, your earnest fucking is the most sincere expression possible of your love --- in which case I say, oh luv, then fuck her surpassing well... :-*
2nd Aug 2015 7:19pm
Most of this has a classic feel to it but then that last line kicks ass. "A knight without armor in a savage land," to quote Paladin.
6th Aug 2015 4:55am
I do not know.. If you could feel the
slightest drop of my jaws
..as my lips did part in releasing a
long- enduring -enpowerful sigh
..What are you? The God of Knights,
you are stroker of many chords &
the harmonization of one's beating
pulse
..Oo she is a beauty ..as I am
sure she pines like wise for you
in places of high & low.
slightest drop of my jaws
..as my lips did part in releasing a
long- enduring -enpowerful sigh
..What are you? The God of Knights,
you are stroker of many chords &
the harmonization of one's beating
pulse
..Oo she is a beauty ..as I am
sure she pines like wise for you
in places of high & low.
