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I put my heart in my threnodies. that’s what the poets say.
of course we do; where else would we put a pitiful thing
that’s been used & discarded?
a poem is a desolate scripture on paper –
it burns easily.
the walls of my solitude are built of sorrow
because I’m alone & I’m lonely.
and your walls, your walls made of metaphors, have you
chiseled my name in them, to remind you not to love?
you wore the ropes of my madness, & found a maligned bliss,
some decimated euphoria. in that place where you want to be
loved, it is always night.
this is how I am made, to abuse & humiliate.
there is charred tamarind in my kiss,
and peppered coriander in my spit.
romance’s outlaw, women have named me;
I move thru the breaking of hearts.
it’s a troubled & petulant affair
when love translates to fucking.
I show my greatest affection when I beat her –
I think of you….. and I beat her…
(Artist unknown)
Published 26th Aug 2016
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26th Aug 2016 7:51am
'you wore the ropes of my madness, & found a maligned bliss,
some decimated euphoria. in that place where you want to be
loved, it is always night. '
This is so beautiful,John
Another masterpiece with the perfect shade of artwork...
some decimated euphoria. in that place where you want to be
loved, it is always night. '
This is so beautiful,John
Another masterpiece with the perfect shade of artwork...
26th Aug 2016 8:10am
'your walls, your walls made of metaphors, have you
chiselled my name in them, to remind you not to love?'
Love it, in this bitter taste sort of a way that comes with lots of your work. Grand and wicked, John.
chiselled my name in them, to remind you not to love?'
Love it, in this bitter taste sort of a way that comes with lots of your work. Grand and wicked, John.
26th Aug 2016 10:46am
26th Aug 2016 11:22am
Anonymous
26th Aug 2016 3:13pm
Some do get under the skin and never leave.
26th Aug 2016 3:49pm
"this is how I am made, to abuse & humiliate.
there is charred tamarind in my kiss,
and peppered coriander in my spit. "
wow John sound like my kind of man so close but so far out of reach..
love this..
xo Crim
there is charred tamarind in my kiss,
and peppered coriander in my spit. "
wow John sound like my kind of man so close but so far out of reach..
love this..
xo Crim
Anonymous
26th Aug 2016 8:39pm
John. . .what an ode. . .I have no more words for this mesmerizing piece. . .~xo, Devlin/Doll.
27th Aug 2016 5:53am
Speaks of the residue that's impossible to rub off... The residue left under skin, tattooed on heart and bone.
27th Aug 2016 4:02pm
How our past so often haunts our present determines our future course of action.
I show my greatest affection when I beat her –
I think of you….. and I beat her…
So many connotations in that line that can only be derived by one's own personal
filter of experience throughout life. Was it a lover, mother, teacher, aunt, sister...
only each person determines the answer in their own heart.
I show my greatest affection when I beat her –
I think of you….. and I beat her…
So many connotations in that line that can only be derived by one's own personal
filter of experience throughout life. Was it a lover, mother, teacher, aunt, sister...
only each person determines the answer in their own heart.
27th Aug 2016 8:12pm
A trail of tears and blood in the outlaw's wake. He's fully aware that the beauties still follow, looking for romance, enduring a broken heart. A melancholy but brutal write.
Anonymous
27th Aug 2016 10:09pm
Sir John, Ahavati took the words from my mouth...those lines struck me the most and caused this brain to ponder heavily (as you often cause me to do)...brilliant...With love always - Taryn xoxo
Anonymous
31st Aug 2016 7:29am
All is coalescing underneath
skin
and you have injected me
thoroughly here.
skin
and you have injected me
thoroughly here.
7th Sep 2016 5:57pm
Anonymous
16th Sep 2016 7:50am
This is simply gorgeous...I adore your captivating word play, vivid poignant imagery//lyrical fluidity...penned in exquisite elegance.
Thank you for sharing - X - barrie
Thank you for sharing - X - barrie
