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When Diamonds Are Forever (a V-D repost)

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icebox
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since 05-03-2003
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in the shadows


0 posted 02-14-2007 02:47 PM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for icebox

The sky is pink this dawn,
a fitting start I think,
too realized,
the very air we breathe
will batter it to blue
in just a few degrees,
maybe this color is diluted
from the threads of headache
still flashing red
from deep inside my brain,
as if the color by itself
is trying to explode my head;
when I was young
I used to think I mattered in the world,
and would look for portents,
omens,
the day's predictors
scattered at each dawn
like reading tea leaves for tomorrow
or puzzling over entrails
of the day gone by,
the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks  
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,
I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed the wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than I have.  

Today is Valentine's festival of foolishness.  
Valentine the pagan,
Valentine the pederast,
Valentine the twisted monk
drawing imagery in sacred texts
that almost had him burned alive,
and today we carve it into candy
as we strive to weave seduction
into one of pride's little acquisitions,
little murders of the soul;
Valentine,
I am so glad your stylized heart
doesn't look like mine,
I've seen the image carved in stone
by hands long turned to dust
before you were compelled
by holy orders to adjust the meaning
of your scratches and atone
for your own petty soft abominations.
You must have lived more than once,
and needed time beyond one life,
to resolve the agonies of soul
that plagued your thoughts
and left us with this very strange holiday
of sorts and fantasies
that supports the candy stores and jewelers,
and the caves where Hallmark cards
are sold like dispensations
to the hopeful wishing for redemption,
for living
in a world where the sky has turned to blue.

          2004 by icebox
© Copyright 2007 icebox - All Rights Reserved
serenity blaze
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1 posted 02-14-2007 03:38 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

A friend told me yesterday to tell you that this is her favorite anti valentine.

I'm rather fond of it m'self--I posted my repost answer to yours, but tsk..in another forum.

Love to you, not just this day, but every day c.
iliana
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since 12-05-2003
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USA


2 posted 02-14-2007 07:06 PM       View Profile for iliana   Email iliana   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for iliana

"No more do I share prophecies,
except as party tricks  
and as guidance for the fools
who think it helps if they die rich,
I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed the wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than I have."

This whole poem is a treatise, I think, worthy of some in-depth study, but the verse I pulled out has a particular impact on my own self-reflecting.  Many of your poems do that to me, Mr. C.  That last sentence above ... "there would come a time when I would have not more than I have"....for some reason, I was reminded of Maat and the weighing of the soul.  I'm interpreting you are addressing matters of the soul rather than material things.  Perhaps, the only answer for the weight of the lack of something is to fill the void with laughter which will lighten the scales?  At least, I think that might work for me; but then again, to be lighter than a feather....wow, that would be something!  Hope this response of mine gave you a chuckle!  *hugs*....jo
The Lady
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since 12-26-2005
Posts 7633
The Southwest


3 posted 02-15-2007 07:41 PM       View Profile for The Lady   Email The Lady   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for The Lady



the day I sacrificed
to stand upon its bones
to reach the sky,
or at least to grasp the fetal edge
of another day.

and...
of sorts and fancies

your words amaze me

LeeJ
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since 06-19-2003
Posts 13093
SE PA


4 posted 02-16-2007 12:29 PM       View Profile for LeeJ   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LeeJ

I squandered energy
the way the sun consumes itself,
the way I redistributed the wealth
in my own private sort of class war
never realizing
there would come a time
when I would have not
more than I have.  


I echo all the statements above...thought provoking and profound...

Angel4aKing
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since 09-27-2006
Posts 1376
USA


5 posted 02-16-2007 03:55 PM       View Profile for Angel4aKing   Email Angel4aKing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Angel4aKing

and when forever is right now just love my friend I can show you how!!!!


You've inspired me those words will begin my next poem..

~~~kingsangel~~~

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis
since 09-16-2007
Posts 8010
So. El Monte, California


6 posted 02-15-2008 12:33 PM       View Profile for Marchmadness   Email Marchmadness   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Marchmadness

I read your poems over and over again IceBox
because they have so many layers of thought.
This is one of the best.The truth can be harsh sometimes but ever so refreshing and cleansing.
                               Ida
 
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