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Gogo Blackwater
What turns their heads
is not the scent of her
but the seeming lack
of sense of her,
and yet she sees them
for what they are,
some sentimentals
who have fallen in love
with their own reflection.
To escape her fate
of being seen
for merely being divine,
she spreads her shadow
in invincibility
and how
the stains have left
the patterns
of mythology
and how the universes
here collided
on the skin
of an angel.
runningturtle87
is not the scent of her
but the seeming lack
of sense of her,
and yet she sees them
for what they are,
some sentimentals
who have fallen in love
with their own reflection.
To escape her fate
of being seen
for merely being divine,
she spreads her shadow
in invincibility
and how
the stains have left
the patterns
of mythology
and how the universes
here collided
on the skin
of an angel.
runningturtle87
Published 2nd Oct 2012
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2nd Oct 2012 00:56am
2nd Oct 2012 1:07am
I think Gogo is a fun person, and someone on her site was giving her grief, and this is a poem I posted there in response to that process. Thanks, ShadyBlocks.
Anonymous
2nd Oct 2012 1:25am
I like it, RT.
Strider
Strider
2nd Oct 2012 1:47am
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2nd Oct 2012 8:26am
"the stains have left
the patterns
of mythology
and how the universes
here collided
on the skin
of an angel"
Love that. I have tats and want one more, covering the outside of my leg in wild red poppies.
Excellent write.
the patterns
of mythology
and how the universes
here collided
on the skin
of an angel"
Love that. I have tats and want one more, covering the outside of my leg in wild red poppies.
Excellent write.
3rd Oct 2012 12:23pm
Thank you, Ms, M. I do not know what it is that makes me want to trace the ink with my finger tips but my eyes tell me that an endless trail awaits me....I can't help it.
Poppies...yes, and combinations of them, red and California....oh, yes....
Poppies...yes, and combinations of them, red and California....oh, yes....
2nd Oct 2012 9:38am
Very cool my fave line "What turns their heads
is not the scent of her
but the seeming lack
of sense of her,"
really good flow
zenith
is not the scent of her
but the seeming lack
of sense of her,"
really good flow
zenith
3rd Oct 2012 12:28pm
Thank you, Zen. As I said, this was a piece meant to counter a negative comment on her FB page...I felt obliged to lay out the facts...if enjoying the whole woman was the point, then let's engage her fully and take into consideration the mind of someone who might even consider this plan of projection. I am a long time follower of the Suicide Girls and have seen several generations of them make the rounds....Their movies and coverage are worth the trouble, which after all seems like no trouble at all.
3rd Oct 2012 4:26am
3rd Oct 2012 12:31pm
Your usual profundities are not wasted on me, Sweet G. Like scars, the ones that we see are the least of it. To trace a scar with the tongue of understanding is to take a sip of the internal and the eternal at the same time.
18th Oct 2012 3:38pm
Love the pic. Love the meaning behind this poem. :-) its really touching and so very true. Nice turtle xoxo
18th Oct 2012 3:57pm
I'm the protective type....you name the freedom and the level of protection....I don't smoother and I always make sure everyone around me feels the same level of freedom I live. Zero tolerance for bullies. Want to fly off to Reno with your buddies, knock yourself out. Tell me someone hassles you, that is their mistake. Totally around, totally open, totally available. Trouble on demand. I will go shopping and carry the bags. Gogo has the right to do it Gogo style.
