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in thee i burn
there are love stories that are made of fire.
but fire burns in many directions.
love is lust, & lust is love: we dance to the music of it.
somewhere the siren calls, & we go.
there is a terrible desire within me that advances into the
tangled sheets of enamored paramours; so easily does
poetry seduce, the poetry of loneliness.
and I feel that she has a cadre of men waiting to take my
place, captives of her austere & lonely erotica. she gives
all of herself naked, to be held by savage hands.
too soon, too hastily, do I utter words that are meant to
bind a woman to me, augmented by my stone fear of
solitude. I have many words today, & tomorrow I have
none, none at all.
we love until it incinerates us, then we are the craven
who walk away from the ashes.
she tells me that I pour kerosene over her.
then she waits, without weeping, without feeling anything;
waits for me to light the match…
(Artist unknown)
Published 13th Jun 2016
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Tis better to burn as a star for a moment in time
than cower in darkness the duration of life.
Beautiful write, John.
than cower in darkness the duration of life.
Beautiful write, John.
13th Jun 2016 9:41pm
"she tells me that I pour kerosene over her.
then she waits, without weeping, without feeling anything;
waits for me to light the match… "
John your poetry is the match that burns and enflames me every time..\
great ink..
love Crim
then she waits, without weeping, without feeling anything;
waits for me to light the match… "
John your poetry is the match that burns and enflames me every time..\
great ink..
love Crim
13th Jun 2016 10:01pm
'and I feel that she has a cadre of men waiting to take my
place, captives of her austere & lonely erotica. she gives
all of herself naked, to be held by savage hands' She might, but does she wait for many? Love this, beautiful, thank you.
place, captives of her austere & lonely erotica. she gives
all of herself naked, to be held by savage hands' She might, but does she wait for many? Love this, beautiful, thank you.
Anonymous
13th Jun 2016 10:23pm
I know the burn,you speak.
I wish it was as easy as a match✌💫
I wish it was as easy as a match✌💫
13th Jun 2016 11:42pm
Such depth of emotion. I live and breathe as you take me from moment to moment.
13th Jun 2016 11:48pm
What I've come to learn is the lonely don't fix the lonely, though it seems the rational cure.
Anonymous
14th Jun 2016 3:49am
Sir John.....
"we love until it incinerates us, then we are the craven
who walk away from the ashes."
~ I most certainly do and I know I am not alone...leaving me speechless, yet again...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"we love until it incinerates us, then we are the craven
who walk away from the ashes."
~ I most certainly do and I know I am not alone...leaving me speechless, yet again...
With love always - Taryn xoxo
14th Jun 2016 7:04am
Stark, and very vivid. Sometimes I wonder - is there any poetry other than the poetry of loneliness?
Anonymous
- Edited 16th Jun 2016 6:25am
16th Jun 2016 6:19am
A hold me closer than close
..closer than infinity ever will
enclose me, so that our souls
and skin may know not of a
beginning nor end.
scathed and un, burning,
melted and soaring
every transcendental leap.
through each other's nebulas
..burning for more
let your candle drips cover me
Sir, darling, babe
You mangler.
..closer than infinity ever will
enclose me, so that our souls
and skin may know not of a
beginning nor end.
scathed and un, burning,
melted and soaring
every transcendental leap.
through each other's nebulas
..burning for more
let your candle drips cover me
Sir, darling, babe
You mangler.
16th Jun 2016 8:54pm
You take fire in some fresh directions, a marvel with flames being done to death elsewhere. Fine work from a solitary man.
16th Jun 2016 10:57pm
"we love until it incinerates us, then we are the craven
who walk away from the ashes." so many incredible lines throughout this JohnFeddeler ...
so beautifully expressed ... one never knows which direction the fires will go once
that flame is lit ... what will come after ...
who walk away from the ashes." so many incredible lines throughout this JohnFeddeler ...
so beautifully expressed ... one never knows which direction the fires will go once
that flame is lit ... what will come after ...
18th Jun 2016 4:45am
You are so correct.
In the words of Janet Jackson, "Like a moth to the flame, burned by the fire"
Fantastic!!!
In the words of Janet Jackson, "Like a moth to the flame, burned by the fire"
Fantastic!!!
19th Jun 2016 4:40pm
we are the craven who walk away from the ashes - survival of the fittest - You rock!
19th Jun 2016 5:55pm
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