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Stargates open
'Callously candidly creativity floodgates from me
selfishly succintly I channel superiority
Stargates open, volcanic wraith burns my core
words tear at my tongue and with their power punish me dumb'
Frantically free, fervously fired up damsel in distress,
forgotten to impress, then they digress, as she pulls at the pinafore stapled to her love weary chest.
Staidly, parading, pivotting, Jump from toe to heel
heralded the angels, on the window sill
She aches, shudders as she pops another, bitter little pill
To make her less real, fragment her mentality
Wrap it in a jar of valium, calm her inner demons
Rip her heart beating from her chest to impress
Would be kinder, than trying to find her
Locked in another place, wanting to chase word butterflies with bleeding eyes
Instead all she wants to do is rock in oblivion
Waiting to die.
There futility is a word not a bind
Until then, She will escape into the freedom through her mind.
I don't know why, but the first things that leap upon me are the rabid dialogue scenes between Burton and Taylor in the "Taming of the Shrew"!
This is wonderfully done, even if there is no rhyme or reason as you put it.
Self percieving self within the constraints of other's eyes, the frantic rush to claim legitimacy amid status quo ignorance, proclaim with astonishing power, a mighty cry.
Fragility seems to run amok, lost in the fog induced lucidity, it becomes a unique aspect of the human drama played on the stage of abject loneliness amidst the buzzing hive.
Escape reduced to a wishing for the end of carnality becomes the tangental thread to follow, making me wish to extend my hand with a smile as if somehow across the void it can glow like a beacon.
The internal rhyme, and the way you built this, even if it flowed unrelenting from start to finish without edit, makes this a true masterpiece of sentience.
Bravo, Poetess! Tim