whore of exquisite sorrow

Oh wow John.. This is raw in its wisdom, a surrender to your base needs and desires even when they are almost self loathing...you succumb and are set free by that surrender.. And poetry is created, when you embrace your demons enough to know them as cruel friends...that understanding is powerful and its knowlage.
Be they women or booze, whatever...
Very cool, made me think...love love this pic...
Jennifer

I almost want to cry. . .Almost. . .

Ooo!!  

Feddler.. Feddler my cherished,
this is one for centuries that  
shall linger and burn .. .

you slay me.. .   I have to come
back unto, because.. because
my words are not matching my
pulse right now..

Dear that speckle is in your eye  
again..  
how beautifully woven, yet am  
admiring the lifting of postures..
thru it all, right?




-Howlings

nice use of words in this piece, captures that that is exquisitely hideous beautifully.

I did cry John...

this takes you on that rollercoaster of feeling that one goes through

"in my days of monsoons & desert winds, I’ve walked on
the dark side of beauty" that line just lingers..wonderful well crafted ink John..I truly enjoyed!!!

The tangles in my throat are embracing the harlot shrouded in poetry's clothing. Knowing she elicits the best in you, curls my words over stone. I booted a bookmark to have this one at the tippy-top of my list. Always savoring, blue angel

i'm with kate, salted my coffee midway through...
“I embraced harlots.
but she taught me that love begets sex in a way that sex
does not beget love.”
^^^^^^
you make me a believer, mister feddeler
xo

I. too, loved this stanza John with its essence of wisdom. Beautiful angst filled and real work.

":but she taught me that love begets sex in a way that sex
does not beget love. she beseeches me to hold tightly to
those transgressions that embellish my stories, though
my art remains unrequited:"

As usual your work is in a league by itself Mr. F. I loved it's sadness and glorious descriptive power. If you're not published then the world beyond our group is missing out on a wonderful poet.
John

John spellbound by this write..

love these lines..

"I, a knight in tattered armor, am there, penetrating
her tender barrier with the vile rush of desire, & the
breeze that the ocean blows through her open window
cannot extinguish the heat of our lovemaking."

I agree you are in a league of your own in life and poetry..

love Crim

This sends one reeling...a beautifully exquisite ink JohnFeddeler...

The first two lines tell you all you need to know about how it will end. Those who see the best in us end up being the greatest teachers despite their profession.

You and your muse have a really tight relationship. I wish I could get along with mine, like that.

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 ‘the whores that are in your heart, keep them there,      
  for they are the martyrs of your poetry.      
  and your poems are whores.’      
     
     
of all that is beautiful, the hideous things      
are the most exquisite…"  
      
     
These are piercingly profound lines.    
     
You are and incredible poet and even more so - poetic philosopher.    
     
You weave contrast and contradiction into twisted splendor - magnificently Sir.    
     
     
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