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Unexpected


Life blistering festering
forever unexpected
Run from it quick...hide...hurry
who knows what to expect!
How it will feel.
Too much freedom..too much air
Am I stealing someone else's??
No please..take mine..
I don't know what to do with it!
Here take it silent and powerfully..
before I fuck it all away.
Cover my eyes...rip out my heart
Pain and love...grief and terrible despair.
Salt in a wound is food for the soul.
Who's soul---mine???
FUCKING PLEASE!!!
Feel you so close Father but so far away...
so real but different from normal things.
Fly me through the silver lined clouds and
into the unknown magnificent oblivion that draws
my mind and manipulates it into a state of domestication.
Plunge me deep into the waters...
so daunting dark blue and delivering
sweet and purely authentic solitary suffocation.
Whip my back with the stars and cover my many stripes
with the surfaces of the moons.
Time and nothing are as one to me...
Fate and destiny are bitter siblings
that wish for one thing...
To tear and rip apart my being while I watch
and feel it slip away from me.
A slave trapped in the bonds of pure love by
a ruthless power unknown to most of mankind.
Life blistering festering
Forever Unexpected.

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  • transcendental baby gold member
    June 29, 2007

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    Oh you've made some changes to this That sense of desperation and wish for a smothering oblivion are tempered by a different tone ... one that speaks less of loss of self and more a statement of self drawn to an unexpected conclusion ... I think (and this is just my thoughts on the matter ... god knows, I don't know what the shit I'm talking about ) that you're talking about what I tried to write about in my poem that I sent you ... the intensity of pure love (maternal/paternal?) that steals away your individuality ... and its destructive power over your sense of self seperate and free. In the first part of the poem you seem to want to loose that freedom, but in the second you've accepted the consequences simply because of the power of the bond ... life forever changing into the unexpected. Well, that's what I see