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L.O.V.E


stone-casters read from empty lists

with eyes closed - flinging chips

                          of self - 


carved from a core of absolutes,

they name us each profane - while

tossing flint across the wall,


hoping for a spark to burn the witch ...  


      (to later claim they did not aim and so held no intent)

 

 


yet many dream of amber days,

when wrath was pure and salt,

stacked by the pillar,

had cold value -


[could we shed enough

       to someday satisfy?]


perhaps return to roman days

and face arena lions ...

 

    oh wait ... that was the other guy.

 

 

 

(still)

 

some would make arrangements formal: line us up;

roll prayers down aisle and, if they get that strike, dance in

thanking jesus ...

 

they often seem to -

on having a win.

 

[I'd cast nothing - and

     if knocked down, turn the other cheek]

 

 

 

for if truth dwells

within uncertain absolutes -

as found in bible-leaf,

           passed down

                      from eye-to-eye -


then I have made my peace -

 

I will not cry that destiny

directs my course

and play the victim

            (to their need)

 

those words, so often spoken

in defence: 

           "I did not have a choice" -

are singing to a tune

we did not pen.

 

  (and owning fate is bliss)

 

 

 

of seven deadly sins,

I don't recall my name

but fear for those who know of truth ...

that pride will fell them:

     could I help - forgive them all?

 

(if only they could recognise the irony)

 

 

 

I do not hate, nor paint

of faith's assertions

from one brush - 


in turpentine the colours

merge -

to chase each others' pigment

in the swirl.


(however)

 

on canvas - moments layer - 

ever adding depth

and meaning to the whole;

while points of paint

define themselves in context,

 

all placed by that same hand

 

(when) 

 

 

 

pussy                  shit licker       barbie    faerie   fagg boy carpet lick
whore                 baby     cake      veggie    baller   lavender in the life
freak               butch       fancy     luppy    queen    trannie
queer              fluffy       chavie    fruit    diver    seafood water lily
pansy              bunnie       faggot     bear    grrl     pandora crack snacker
nancy              faghag       ginger     dyke    poof     mutants salad toss
twink batty boy     fairy       dutch       c2c    boi      cupcake
femme minge diver     camp     aunt          fag  azz       daddler kissing fish
yosie bean queen       fudge freak            lassie        lesbian bareback ride

 

 

                                             defi(n)es all labels!

 


 

 

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  • MuddyKing
    April 4, 2007
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  • Memoirs of a Girl
    March 8, 2007

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    I like the random lines that were put in here. But there was one line that didn't make sense. "lavender in the"...? It's like a hanging weird line.


  • gene88
    March 6, 2007

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    this is simiply amazing. i love this kind of form. i love the visual affect over all. thanks for entering. good luck.