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Passionflower Delirium

Whispers on my lilac walls
slide like satin sheets
between my limbs and fingers,
softest caress,
dancing sparks.

I dreamt of sex in thunder's arms,
sleek, cold, arctic flower,
crowned with cables and microphones,
lightning rivers of liquid metal,
oozing on my skin beneath.

Incoherent ride upon twisted iron branches
barbed wire and brass whips,
to shadow pleasure with electric sting,
prickling spears of Northern lust
to bathe in Southern tempting tongues

I am the whore of all the gods,
drag queen womb to host all forces,
faceless demon in hungry spread eagle,
thriving in champagne glass and acid orgasms,
fertile wasteland during cryonic night.

Misguided soul in macabre placements,
rubbing and thrusting at sinful shadows.
Yet here I swim from passionflower delirium,
back to sterile paths of wisdom,
with humming halo, purged from desire.

Back to tinted libidos,
platonic sighs and flower kisses,
mute and serene beneath angel's feathers
with sun spilled hair and ocean skin,
while behind the radiance, darkness masturbates.   

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  • Asdzaa Nadleehe
    November 9, 2008

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    This is powerful and holds so much passion...
    I do not see you as a man of misguided soul, I see you as a visionary who gives gift of imagery and emotion in words...
    Your writes sing the tale of an amazing soul...
    Smiles
    Many blessings
    ~A~


    • DayDreamMuse
      November 9, 2008
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      Yes, I haven't been so excited about poetry. I write less and less about lore and more and more about emotions splattered in different visions, in a cacaphony of words that are unconventional.


  • Blue Rew silver member
    November 9, 2008

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    The second stanza actually sets the stage for me, the first is immediately forgettable as it is followed with such strong imagery. My immediate response to this imagery was that of a whored earth, raped by technology and convenience. I take the whole of it as personification to that end. The final stanza seems to qualify my personal ideals that nature will always overcome in the end while the darkness of men causes them to ultimately screw-over humankind. Certain word choices such as
    "cryonic", and phrases like drag queen womb &
    prickling spears of Northern lust enhance the piece for me as they seem to convey the sterility of modern science that seeks to replace the natural when it comes to conceiving life. Coldness is reflected throughout and I attach that to life lived without its necessary connections to nature.
    "sterile paths of wisdom" throws off my perspective though as it assigns the coldness to the positive side. Blue

    • DayDreamMuse
      November 9, 2008
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      The sterile paths of wisdom are a referrence to the conventional ignorance showed towards the Earth like saying that people should do something about the problems and by stating that they think they have achieved wisdom and do not share the sins committed to the suffering of the planet. Of course apart from the more global concept the piece conveys the desecration of a human soul in modern times and how easy it is to pretend you are normal and pure, while all the while you have reatined your wickedness. Duality in life is a theme I love.