Innocence Relinquished

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(hmmm....rage, disorientation, shame, sexual innuendos, despondency and passion = insanely gripping string of words!) Reading this piece a hundred times couldn't make it any more surprising. My creativity is spasmodic and unpredictable, so the power of this poem certainly caught me off guard. Thank you for commenting. I take delight in your applause!

Innocence Relinquished

I am smothered.
like a creamed wave of death
I sit and wait
for one slice of silver moment
To carry me
far from the quiet steam of breath

I want one but want none
instead of wailing to the stars
They glow derisive and cold
with a shimmering laugh

What am I?
here in the black void
of my sourest nightmares
I have wondered
about why I can be
but you see, I am not allowed
to unearth secrets, the ones that howl
in my ear as I sleep
sleep deep, and I come, come, come

The gnarled hand descends
this corrosive throat
It stings as a bee
chafing with brittle nails
and the grapes of wrath
I am but a method
wizening to clouds of thick gray
and a barbed wire convulses
this broken, battered heart

A putrid epiphany forms
like a sheath of black flesh
A calling of shrill trumpets
so I must go
Onward through the marsh
of decapitated creatures
where carnage is beauty
and beauty is carnage
I come, come, come to death

I furrow my brows
as alabaster foreheads stretch
Coiled languidly on the salty caves
reeking of sin; fluttering their flappy skins
I wish to die
and preserve these sticky fruits
Inside of me that churn
ready to burst, turgid and stern
Wriggling I wade through dirt
as a worm, and come, come , come

Death peels the red and white back
off the bodies that sizzle in Hell's heat
I watch the meat darken
as a naked lie suspends
crackling in my eye
A hoof and horn seduces me
like a phallus in a purple cloud
to come, to come, to come

I can fly now, yet wobbling I keep
a vigilant eye, on mirrors that layer the ground
A wild release crushes a pulse
as an emancipation of good all around
incinerating, smoldering the pasty sweet
of Yang, the male, the neutral meal
to which I come, come, come

I must go
off I trot
a hoof in foot
a horn in head
a death and a life
two beings coalesced as one
a screaming child inside me wanes!
How I wish to cut that preponderance of tears
toss it into Satan's hands and watch as it sears.


Four times I have died
in utter melancholy, utter stillness
I now wait for six more
milleniums of unyielding pain
murmuring with lunatic prayer
The six, six, six of sadism is branded to this
heavy Soul!

To the dark hallows of misery I will come, come, come
I accept the barter
Here!
Here is my vestigial innocence!
It is useless, an iota of life on this deep frozen face
dangling on the silence of hatred
in my sulfur tears.

An armaggedon birthed from the dead sky
in my mind.
Tangled and ensnared in a pool of rage
I shall come, come, come, collide
with it

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euri commented on Innocence Relinquished

06-21-2009

wow!!!! you continue to amaze us all with each new poem..up until now "LOVE" "Blasphemy" and "Life Suckers" were my favorites....but this one is pure genius!!! euri

crazygirl77

06/21/2009

Thank you. I appreciate your support. This has been the first time I have been able to present my work to anyone. So far, it has proved to be a rewarding experience.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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