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In white-souled agony
Branded by the metropol tragedy
Disparate voodoo sandwich of time
Man does spiral rhyme
Small cascade in love-splendor
Words in love with the grip-whore
Smacks of futile ego grace
Smacks her full in the face
The fit in jagged-limb wrecks
And drowned-ship decks
Drunk with love potions
And no true good emotions
Words not hounds
Words not wounds
Words not blows when
Love is frozen
Eroticism is now terrorism
When he hits the bottle-thought
Cover glass shards within
No surprise she cries not
Love is frozen! All I can say is wow! If got time please read my stuff & listen to my songs! Thank you in advance!
Is this about one person getting drunk and hitting another? So many images, I read it several times, found it difficult to piece together a whole. I guess I need my messages spoon-fed to me. Don't take it personal, I see from the critiques that others have gotten your message bang-on. They are wiser, perhaps. For instance, what does Words not hounds say? Are dogs a metaphor for verbal violence? Disparate voodoo sandwich of time Sorry, doesn't make a link to any event in my experience. I guess I should just sit back and enjoy it without trying to make it all mean something, just relax. Thanks, Nanook
A beautifully crafted, deep, meaningful piece. It is very sad that it is some women's reality- such a part of their lives that they no longer even question it. sad, but so true. You are a beautiful poet. Thanks for sharing this piece, my hopes that the right woman reads-and gets it.
Favorite line: "Words not blows when/ Love is frozen" Amazing. Keep up the great work. Deep words for something that some people may just graze over superficially. Thanks for the read. Jill