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remnants of a broken poem
as Picasso was I am not
I would fail at drawing 2 lines
attempting to make an x
then it occurs to me
that drawing 2 lines
on a canvas is the beginning
of a desire to be more than an x
tremolo’d violins
insouciant pianos & homicidal drums
these are merely background
by which to write or dream
there is more magnificence
in a sky that makes thunder
if love has substance
it’s the flesh of a woman
evolving through my mad eyes
nude & languorous on a bed
she doesn’t have to move
or make a gesture
my hands will clutch her trembles
my fingers maraud her soft passages
my mouth bite her where she desires
& where she’s never imagined such raw eating
when I fuck her
she’ll question perhaps even regret
why she was made
this torment that was given to us by angry gods
this is love to me
I’m empty of heart & artistry
I’m the demented shadow of a poet
& I’m alone
don’t weep don’t weep for me
if some part of you needs to be wet
let it be your cunt
(Artist unknown)
Published 20th Jan 2016
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20th Jan 2016 9:52pm
"if love has substance
it’s the flesh of a woman
evolving through my mad eyes /Love this!
nude & languorous on a bed"
For me this is beautiful! You're an artist John, that's for sure! 😊
it’s the flesh of a woman
evolving through my mad eyes /Love this!
nude & languorous on a bed"
For me this is beautiful! You're an artist John, that's for sure! 😊
21st Jan 2016 1:09am
"when I fuck her
she’ll question perhaps even regret
why she was mad?
THAT is the poem in three baddass lines . . .
she’ll question perhaps even regret
why she was mad?
THAT is the poem in three baddass lines . . .
Anonymous
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21st Jan 2016 6:28am
Brilliant - unforgiving and emphatic - this is a poets passion take it or leave it
21st Jan 2016 7:42am
such a beautiful write with an unexpected but oh so powerful last stanza :-)
21st Jan 2016 6:57pm
Oh My God! It's no secret why a woman loves a Poet! Bows deeply... I want this on your page at my site!...................................-blue angel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc7Ke9Org9U once shared with me. glorious art, John.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lc7Ke9Org9U once shared with me. glorious art, John.
22nd Jan 2016 4:27am
21st Jan 2016 7:45pm
This is one of the most honesty raw writes from the depths of the deep, feral part of a man. Our animal side is an important aspect of who we are and should be recognized and honored as such. Beautifully done, John.
21st Jan 2016 7:58pm
Very nicely written. That Is all that I have to say about this beautiful poem.
21st Jan 2016 9:38pm
That was a cool piece Mr F. Raw and not asking for any forgiveness at all. It was a real departure from your "normal" work but supremely well put together and lovely in it's own way.
Thanks. I thought it was magnificent.
John
Thanks. I thought it was magnificent.
John
21st Jan 2016 10:16pm
We all create our own forms of art ... your words capture your story beautifully ... a raw, honest ink wonderfully scribed ...
2nd Feb 2016 6:34am
You love roaming beneath my skin,
my cherished and I am not going
to go into a raging hissing fit about
that last stanza there lol..
I swear you push me to become
more genuine and flexible with
love and myself. Because the
wisdom you often embed, is that
I hold onto. Howl on wolfenist!
-Howlings
my cherished and I am not going
to go into a raging hissing fit about
that last stanza there lol..
I swear you push me to become
more genuine and flexible with
love and myself. Because the
wisdom you often embed, is that
I hold onto. Howl on wolfenist!
-Howlings
5th Feb 2016 9:38am
Good. Lord. JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
I find it soooo very difficult to comment upon your works these days. I know I've mentioned this before. Tis true and grows more true daily.
You reach deep, so deep within me with your words...I find myself speechless, just taking in breath, aware of every nuance of myself in new and startlingly revelatory ways after reading you, luv. :-*
Tis akin to sharing certain exquisite and raw intimacies...
As for this
don’t weep don’t weep for me
if some part of you needs to be wet
let it be your cunt
Though the visceral impact is intense and undeniable (and delicious, luv ;-D), you know how much you crave those tears as well...
I find it soooo very difficult to comment upon your works these days. I know I've mentioned this before. Tis true and grows more true daily.
You reach deep, so deep within me with your words...I find myself speechless, just taking in breath, aware of every nuance of myself in new and startlingly revelatory ways after reading you, luv. :-*
Tis akin to sharing certain exquisite and raw intimacies...
As for this
don’t weep don’t weep for me
if some part of you needs to be wet
let it be your cunt
Though the visceral impact is intense and undeniable (and delicious, luv ;-D), you know how much you crave those tears as well...
6th Feb 2016 6:46am
Ah, these muses can be such complicated creatures. Terrific how you dovetailed the beautiful and raw images.
Anonymous
22nd Feb 2016 7:35am
Some nights, i pretend to be sleeping
only to watch him sitting across
the room. Scattering bits and
pieces of me so that i may see
my beautiful, even in the most
broken parts of his poems his soul.
Grasping haunt.
only to watch him sitting across
the room. Scattering bits and
pieces of me
my beautiful, even in the most
broken parts of his poems
Grasping haunt.
John the poet,one piece always more amazing than the next.I've yet to read the others,but read them I shall.Makes me remember a time when people read actual books and I enjoyed picking up my favorite one each night.Lately my favorite has been JohnFeddler.Please tell me that your work is published somewhere.....
Can I have your autograph?
Can I have your autograph?
