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When Diamonds Are Forever (redux 5)
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When Diamonds Are Forever (redux 5) |
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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, as the very air we breathe, in just a few degrees, will batter it to blue; maybe this color is diluted from startled threads of you still flashing reds, reflecting pain from deep inside my soul, as if raw color by itself is trying to explode my brain; when I was young I used to think I mattered in the world, and would look for omens, memory's out take portents, any day's predictors scattered at each dawn, like reading tea leaves for tomorrow or puzzling over entrails drawn from days gone by, perhaps a day I sacrificed to scry upon its bones to cast the sky, or at least to grasp its fetal edge and lie to yet another day. No more do I share prophecies, except as party tricks and as guidance for fools who think it helps if they die rich; I squandered energy the way the sun consumes itself, the way I redistributed wealth in my own private class war never realizing there would come a time when I would have not more than all I had. Today is Valentine's Day. Saint Valentine's festival of foolishness, Valentine the pagan, Valentine the pederast, Valentine the twisted monk, tortured in his cell for drawing obscene imagery in sacred texts, now abstract and known so well, yet back then almost had him burned alive. Today we cast it into candy, like lies, sweets be always handy, 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 images in stone carved by hands long turned to dust blown away in wind's song gone 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 agonies of harrowed soul that plagued your thoughts and left us with this very strange holiday, of sorts and torts and fantasies, that supports candy stores and jewelers, and caves where Hallmark cards are sold like dispensations to hopeful masses wishing for redemption, for living in a world where skies can turn to blue. ©2008, 2010, 2011, 2014, 2015, 2017, 2018, 2019 by icebox |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Yea, Cupid’s arrow is overrated. Keep switching up the redux. It makes me happy to read you now and again. My best to you good poet. |
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