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the groaning, golden grip of age
reminds me of the arms,
the fingers and
the feet, the face;
the man I planned to be.
a honeycomb of drawls and dolls,
of schemes and brides-to-be.
his thick and onyx coat of soot,
her saddle sown with awful coal.
says she: "heed not the rusted archives
of twisted past participles!"
(lest ye learn from them, dear.)
dip your dirty fingers in
a dopamine dawn,
tread forever
a coast of
purgatory pools.
hibernate inside
your skinny hide,
bury your cocoon beyond
the birdy beaks of holy hands.
I will set my nose
to green and diaphane
days, and I
suggest you do the same.
find me in a bower of blooms,
the perfect bridge
to pair my heritage
with a future folded
fast against the father's breast.
told me why.
told me not to cry.
reminds me of the arms,
the fingers and
the feet, the face;
the man I planned to be.
a honeycomb of drawls and dolls,
of schemes and brides-to-be.
his thick and onyx coat of soot,
her saddle sown with awful coal.
says she: "heed not the rusted archives
of twisted past participles!"
(lest ye learn from them, dear.)
dip your dirty fingers in
a dopamine dawn,
tread forever
a coast of
purgatory pools.
hibernate inside
your skinny hide,
bury your cocoon beyond
the birdy beaks of holy hands.
I will set my nose
to green and diaphane
days, and I
suggest you do the same.
find me in a bower of blooms,
the perfect bridge
to pair my heritage
with a future folded
fast against the father's breast.
told me why.
told me not to cry.
my humanity fails me.
© 2008 - 2024 benjathelion
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That is the finer point.
I enjoy your tomes, but it is in summation that your writ stuck its last bee sting.
Humanity does fail sometimes.
Keep failure away.
Enjoy this chrysalis. I speak better and more candid with a typewriter or computer than I ever could in stupid life.
I am not offering a low voice of older brotherly advice, only that when humanity does fail, sometimes it can fail the most human person of all: our own selves.
Poets have hearts that know just what to say to the own rhythm of that heart that opens and bleeds honest, true to us who read and to you.
Yourself bare.
I just want to say in the only way I ever could; incensed in the reliquary of your opera, that how I respond to poetry is how I investigate in my thoughts how people make something physical of something intangible.
And it IS humanity.
uh, yeah, tré bien.
so hopefully not the gayest note you ever read, but know that I am so dissatisfied with everything including myself that I enjoy enough to see another reflection on what is human and self.
Cus in my experience, to feel or have any, ANY humanity seems left off for other times I never quite get to .
sorry, long winded, probably scary to you, hope you dunnae think I am a weird man stalker. jUst for what I know of you, and what I read, which is entirely not what I know of you, I have found It necessary to comment on what I think of your mindwerks.
kudos.
Thanks.
I enjoy your tomes, but it is in summation that your writ stuck its last bee sting.
Humanity does fail sometimes.
Keep failure away.
Enjoy this chrysalis. I speak better and more candid with a typewriter or computer than I ever could in stupid life.
I am not offering a low voice of older brotherly advice, only that when humanity does fail, sometimes it can fail the most human person of all: our own selves.
Poets have hearts that know just what to say to the own rhythm of that heart that opens and bleeds honest, true to us who read and to you.
Yourself bare.
I just want to say in the only way I ever could; incensed in the reliquary of your opera, that how I respond to poetry is how I investigate in my thoughts how people make something physical of something intangible.
And it IS humanity.
uh, yeah, tré bien.
so hopefully not the gayest note you ever read, but know that I am so dissatisfied with everything including myself that I enjoy enough to see another reflection on what is human and self.
Cus in my experience, to feel or have any, ANY humanity seems left off for other times I never quite get to .
sorry, long winded, probably scary to you, hope you dunnae think I am a weird man stalker. jUst for what I know of you, and what I read, which is entirely not what I know of you, I have found It necessary to comment on what I think of your mindwerks.
kudos.
Thanks.