Born unhealthy
never bruised
from the outside who would know?
the script runs, ticker tape without parade
bleeds over page
paper makers who grind words flat
pinch their rabbinical noses and laugh
huffing ink turning to night’s best epitaph
words words words
what if no language were taught?
gesticulating without benefit of lamp
deaf to injury, blind to plight
what if I shut you in a box and told you
start over, be something else
when your cocoon matured and sticky with life you reemerged
what would you choose?
if not language then
how to describe the pounding of our skinned hearts
pummeled by trespassing probiscus
or fear or loss or something beyond vowel and verse
such as it is
greatest emotion has only, a mark within person
no color no lines no regular interpretation
I put your citrus fingers on my shoulder
stay the curve, feel the hurt and rhubarb joy
rising and falling collapsing bestowing
levitated notions buried and choking
no accent no ethnicity we come from no place
we are no one
in a world sucking through graceless cherry straw
the fervor of acquisition and absurdity
our stage unheated flat and spartan
we learn no lines no mantra, no soliloquy
the actor stands and reveals himself
without pretense, wig and powder
shining underneath a hot summer pulse
blue raven turns his glassy eye
in shuttered shift of crimson cloud
toward cloth moon and catches hare’s quiet
spring
into infinitum and beyond boundary
speak to me
speak to me
speak to me
use what you have within
Nice 🙂
I was reading this awesome as usual poetry when I tried to find another post I saw in my inbox but it wasn’t there. It had to do with loathing facebook. I can’t find it! It must be somewhere! I had to tell you I abhor facebook. Everything I get on it to promote or share or whatever my writings I get nothing I would expect. It hasn’t helped. It just provides my brain with unnecessary bullshit wasting space of superficial mundane fb postings.
Oh my friend I agree. I really abhor FB too. Glad someone else does. Most people seem not to understand that. I really can’t stand it. I’m really glad that you feel that way as I really thought I was going mad! Thank you beautiful girl
No madness for you!!! You are perfectly clear headed and objective. Fb is not a place for any true and meaningful or real ANYTHING.
Ah my friend I could not agree more. I have felt the ‘black dog’ of depression and so that probably exacerbates my dislike of anything untruthful! Hence my long diatribe of a poem today that I just posted. Thank you for listening. I feel so blessed to have found you via our mutual friend, we both think you are totally awesome
I feel blessed to have met you too. Thank you!
Thank you. You have a beautiful heart. That’s a rare thing. Sadly I have friends who turned out to hurt me out of spite and anger, and I became very cautious about whom to let in and trust. You are the sort of person I believe in because you are honest and good.
I have had too many to hurt me to even count. I am so sorry you have had that too. When you let someone in and it ends up causing more pain it feels even more devastating. I’ve never been depressed as I have been in this last year. I just can’t have any more disappointment so I haven’t let anyone new in. I love that the blogging community is so full of compassionate people. Where the heck are these people in my day to day life??!!!!! Seems there are assholes around every corner these days!
Wonderfully wirtten
Wonderfully written.
Thank you so very much I appreciate you reading this and commenting very much
Oh my. Evocative as ever, my lovely friend. 💖💖
Thank you so much lovely girl
Always!
” we are no one” to so many! It becomes frightening when we are no one to ourselves. Beautiful writing and powerful imagery! So much to think about and meditate upon here. Thank you so much for sharing your gifts and taking us places we could not go without you!
It is frightening to imagine how others see us or do not, what we would be like if ‘one thing’ had been different, had we taken this choice over that. But moreover, not the little things but the bigger idea of identity and selfhood, whether we’d choose to ‘re-set’ or carry on as we were. Thank you so much!
What an interesting question is posed within the poem – if you could start over, be something else, what would you be? And yet, I am so pleased with who I am, and who I am still emerging to be. It is hard to imagine becoming someone or something else, trading the well-worn and familiar issues for the unexplored and mysterious issues of another. Would I sense my loss of self? Would I wander the earth, always uncomfortable in my new skin?
I love how you analyze I think that’s so awesome about you my friend thank you for that and for yourself. I’m so glad you are pleased with who you are, that’s the way it should be. I must admit, by this point in my life, I would re-set, I’m being honest, I used to lie and say I never would, obviously deeply hypothetical but I would. Then again I can definitely say if it were possible to like ourselves enough in this incantation that is definitely the right place to be.
Feather I am quite tired so maybe why this seems so pertinent and almost Mystic. Is that you Feather in the photo? You are mysterious.
I’m not very mysterious at all but I appreciate you reading me !
You are a deep one, and I am glad that we are friends.
Me too
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This one is by far my favorite I’ve read… somehow profoundly moving.
Wow. Anna I’m so pleased you liked it. That means a lot. Thank you.
This is really good
Thank you so much Rajiv ! xoxo
So deep and beautifully written… I love your writings – thank you For sharing..
I can’t find your post on fb.. though I don’t hate FB – I do not think it helps or hurts writings/posts.. I find FB is just a fun venue as oppposed to helping promote writings
However – it has helped small businesses selling items.. that is just my thought 😊
Thank you I really appreciate your feedback with FB I am so unsure what to do and it helps to know what you feel about it. Thank you lovely girl
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Your usual powerful writing. So sad, though, to wish to start over as something else.
You are right of course. I used to deny it, say what others wanted me to say, but I’m done with that, it’s the truth, if I could I would. Re-set. I know I know it’s false, it’s vain, but I would.
I absolutely love this!
dearest Elly thank you so much lovely girl!
Moving & thought-provoking poem. You always use such gorgeous photos too. Class!
So appreciate you lovely Sara thank you
I feel like this is a call to incite an uprise of fierce poetry within revolutionaries.
Thank you so much!
And I love that you can speak to me like this and that my heart can hear you clearly. Love this, Lady. <3
It is interesting how often what we see on the outside is nothing like the creature inside.
It is. When our hearts know some better information of the artist..certain words take on different meanings. We are able to see layers of colors under the outermost layer. An entire new meaning to the piece becomes evident.
Well you know more about me than most and I did that deliberately because I trust you and R with those stories. *hugs*
and i shall endeavor to show you that I am honored by that trust and plan to uphold it forever. *hugs* Love you, Shieldmaiden.
So last night i was reading this book it talked about the ‘code of ethics’ for chivilry and conduct by Knights one was to protect women, the other to always tell the truth, it was so great, I thought wow that’s Eric he really is a knight! And you are. Because you do all of that and more.
If you have ever seen Kingdom of Heaven. There are two quotes which define exactly how I wish to conduct myself. One is the oath taken as a Knight
Be without fear in the face of your enemies.
Be brave and upright that others may love thee.
Speak the truth always, even if it leads to your death.
Safeguard the helpless and do no wrong – that is your oath.
the other is:
I put no stock in religion.
By the word religion I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of god.
I have seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers.
Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, and goodness.
What god desires is here (points to head) and here (points to heart)
and what you decide to do every day, you will be a good man – or not.”
Those are (more or less) the tenets I try and live by. Even before I saw the movie they come from. They define the stances I have always taken when dealing with the world. I am no paragon of Chivalry, I am human and therefore fallible on many levels, nor am I to be considered the perfect example of virtue. But I try to remember and do those things whenever I am aware of my actions…and if it has earned me the reputation of being Knightly…then I will gladly accept that description of me. Thank you, Candice. <3
YES! It was the first one! That is the one I read! I have not seen that – a film? Should I? I do agree how many actually live this way? And yet if they did? Can you imagine. I am glad you accepted that description it fit, that’s all I can say, it just fit and I immediately knew it was you when I read it. That’s some kind of wonderful you know.
Yes, Kingdom of Heaven is a movie by Ridley Scott about the Crusades. You should check it out…I am very much a fan of it. 🙂
Yes it is some kind of wonderful, Wonderful Lady. <3
Ok I will watch it. Thank you I thought I’d seen most of his work but didn’t see that. xo
Candice Louisa,
You wrote: “Gesticulating without benefit of lamp”.
Did you mean without “light”
or
without benefit of “knowledge” – metaphorically ?
And
were these the same people who “pinch their rabbinical noses and laugh” ?
If so,
is this a specific Jewish perspective?
If not, did you mean to say “parochial” instead?
Larry
I could have said perochial but I chose rabbinical because it describes a kind of style of nose like aqualine or roman and being jewish myself I thought it okay 🙂 I did mean lamps, sometimes I do mis-use a word so I am very glad for your questions thank you my friend!
Magnifique!!
Your words render me speechless. SO… I will send you my warmest thoughts. Thank you my dear friend for inspiring me daily.
Wow. This is very well written.
I really enjoyed this.
Please do check out my blog when you get the chance to. 😃
Powerful like everything you write
You’re so fucking amazing (and sorry if that sounds trite but, I’ve got nothing else)
I only need you as my friend then I am seriously blessed.
the actor stands and reveals himself,
without pretense, wig and powder,
shining underneath a hot summer pulse.
Profound. This reveals the vulnerability that some of now are capable of showing. As a sufferer of deep thinking and often stuck in some sort of existential crisis, which leads to depression and self-medicating. The more I lose the pretense the healthier I become. I now stand naked as I am, a deeply flawed individual and actually I am an actor who has now been very open about my illness and in doing so has gotten so much feedback from others in pain, it relieves me that my broken self can soothe another. Here is my page. A tortured and beaten writer and actor. http://www.facebook.com/edwardreidpage
I totally agree with what you say here. The more we lose pretense the nearer to authenticity we are. xo
‘Start over. Be something else’… touches the core. It brings out the pain of a wasted life, as well as excitement of starting a new one. Excellent piece!
Dearest Reena thank you so very much!
Love, Candice you my friend are a beautiful poet. Miss poetry’s muse
Love to you sister erotica and my friend.
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