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Friday, December 3, 2010

Pathological Interment


...and
if I lied
and said
I felt fine
would you see
the convenience
of a disguised truth
leaking out the corner of my eyes

marveling...

...as it meanders

...as it evolves

...as it erodes a gorge into the emptiness of me.

Pity…

…that sorrow bathes
in the comfort
of barren days

and a tattered past

and a bullet riddled present

and a cellophane future

and a juxtaposed prose that is easily disposed

in the shadow of unsubstantial twilight

as

love

splendor

sex

&

death

perform
in a unheralded
quartet
which echoes thru the halls
of a Sistine dimension 

tucked neatly
under the arm
of ignorance
pieces of flesh
and compassion
dangling

greedily
plucked upon
by scavengers born
of one-night stands
and tryst unplanned
who with starving thirst
partake of a poison
concocted with solitude
and dust from renaissance's marrow.

The taste of it soothes like a genocide and vodka chaser...

...served from a chilled glass forged in a kiln of pain.




© 2010 dasuntoucha

24 comments:

  1. super fine tuned piece.
    your creativity is infinite.
    well penned.

    the metaphor is breathe taking!
    Thanks for sharing such a divine piece with poets rally.
    Cheers.
    have fun!

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  2. Marvelous.. simply awesome.. artistic at its best...wonderfully woven thoughts..
    amazing

    Regards~ Sayandeep

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  3. Very creative, enjoyed the words!

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  4. This is pretty incredible and I'm quite jealous of the line "soothes like a genocide". Genius.

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  5. Wow, what an awesome poem. Really loved this part:

    "Pity…

    …that sorrow bathes
    in the comfort
    of barren days"

    You are very talented!

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  6. This is simply an astounding poem..it grabbed me from the first word and carried me along on its passionate journey! So many wonderful images and emotions worked into those carefully-chosen words...I loved it!

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  7. Beautiful words...
    I love the way you started the poem...
    I loved reading it :)

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  8. Great creation.
    Loved reading it.

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  9. I think the first part itself takes one to different levels! :) I think the first comment here says it all. Your poem is definitely an Art.!

    Here is my Rally Poem

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  10. It sang itself :) great

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  11. It's so sad and beautiful at the same time. Your poetry is art. It's gorgeous and thought provoking.

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  12. You made beautiful art with your clever words!
    All the best
    Marinela x

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  13. Wow, this blew me away! The word play was amazing.

    http://chickunderconstruction.wordpress.com/2010/11/21/sunday-morning/

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  14. love the way u started it and the way u ended it..

    different and to the point poem :)

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  15. pain, and it's bedfellow, suffering... wonderful poem, that draws you in and doesn't let you go 'til the end. Then you can draw a breath!!
    thank you for dropping by, and the 'white stuff' is still laying, although I hope today will bring a thawing, 'tis lovely at first, but does linger too, too,long!! lol!!
    xPenx

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  16. Powerful depths in your imagery here, amazing metaphor. Wonderful write.

    Thanks for stopping by mine and following along.

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  17. http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/12/08/thursday-poets-rally-week-34-participation-awards/

    awards for rally week 34 posted, enjoy!
    Happy Thursday!

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  18. ...the convenience
    of a disguised truth...

    -and that-

    ...unheralded
    quartet
    which echoes thru the halls
    of a Sistine dimension...

    your imagery fans smoldering embers
    taking me places
    i might not have chosen to go

    muse, indeed

    ...

    http://seizingserenity.blogspot.com/2010/12/honeysuckle-hyperbole.html

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