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When Diamonds Are Forever (a V-D repost) |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows 
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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 |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
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.  |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"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 |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
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 |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
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...  |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
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~~~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
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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