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if I were a minstrel, I’d dress in black & compose lyrics
for desolate lovers:
break down the walls that keep out the daylight & the
night’s imperceptible beauty
break the iron ribbons that lock you in torment’s embrace
break this heart that never loved
if I’m not being sad, I’m being sexually explicit: in an obscure
fantasy, I kiss with my mouth open, I drive her like a stolen car.
I paint portraits in charcoal & cosmetics of the women who
told me ‘I know what you want, but I don’t have it. not for you.’
if I drift a little further, I get to the other side of romance, where
the woman takes me, coarse derelict soldier, too tired to sleep,
much too hungry for her eyes, & mouth. if I were just & noble, I
would tell her, don’t let your heart hurt; don’t love too much.
instead I surround her with my arms that haven’t held so much
of beauty, of the passion that a woman gives without crushing
the storms of a man. when I’m depleted of the agony that
begets my masque of scars, on her pillow, there I sleep.
if I were a poet, I would say this to you –
don’t be the beautiful one;
let him be beautiful…
(Art: Ferdinando Scianna)
Published 5th Oct 2016
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6th Oct 2016 00:45am
6th Oct 2016 2:39am
'if I were just & noble, I
would tell her, don’t let your heart hurt; don’t love too much.'
If only our hearts would listen,John,if only. Perhaps, a noble man is hidden within a captive work of poetry.
Stunning lines,beautiful artwork and a touching sadness to tie it all together......
would tell her, don’t let your heart hurt; don’t love too much.'
If only our hearts would listen,John,if only. Perhaps, a noble man is hidden within a captive work of poetry.
Stunning lines,beautiful artwork and a touching sadness to tie it all together......
6th Oct 2016 8:06am
6th Oct 2016 11:27am
6th Oct 2016 4:37pm
if I were a poet, I would say this to you –
don’t be the beautiful one;
let him be beautiful…
Exactly. This is a little known secret of Love.
Beautifully done, John.
don’t be the beautiful one;
let him be beautiful…
Exactly. This is a little known secret of Love.
Beautifully done, John.
6th Oct 2016 5:49pm
John you have such a way about you that entrances..
poetic perfection..
love Crim
poetic perfection..
love Crim
7th Oct 2016 8:15pm
Drive it like you stole it!!
Fuck her like she owe you money!!
Love it like you need it!!
Masterful, and touching, as always
Good one, Sir John
Fuck her like she owe you money!!
Love it like you need it!!
Masterful, and touching, as always
Good one, Sir John
10th Oct 2016 4:50pm
Well, wanted to visit your words again. As usual, thoroughly owned and blown away. You are truly gifted, John. You write like people make love. Fiercely, crafting effortless beauty, breathlessly. Leaving a trail of something truly gorgeous and eternally lingering in your wake. My heart is captured. Thank you.
10th Oct 2016 4:51pm
Do you have books out yet? Are there copies? There should be books. Your words should be in print.
Anonymous
11th Oct 2016 1:09am
Sir John....I've got nothing...other than the word "perfection"...With love always - Taryn xoxo
11th Oct 2016 11:43pm
how many ways can we say who we are?
the way we love and the way we don't
are just two of those ways and this piece
speaks to those truths.
Bravo!
the way we love and the way we don't
are just two of those ways and this piece
speaks to those truths.
Bravo!
